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Okay.
Weakened by the comfort
got the bread without the butter
when you're adding up numbers
terminating yet another step.
Reappearing reoccurring agonizing agitation
catalyzing quiescent
recrudescing laceration.
Cycle ceases circles and begins to fold upon itself
before the scarecrow walks he cries
for more than post he's always felt.
Around and round and up and down
all possibility shot down
with head in clouds and feet on ground.
Its natural nature nurtures no thing
to renounce passion
trust lust the try to hush.
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Yes, I Guess
03:55
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Not much of a seeker but I'm exceptional at hiding
beneath the sheets
between the perfectly aligned cookie cutter knives
used to paralyze impulses and violence.
The outline of conclusion is wavering.
I severely try to break the secrecy.
Hesitant, indistinct, undecided, vague,
I secretly try to fake the scenery.
As i hide beneath sight
my conscience gets the best of me.
Questioning the qualities of ubiquitous experience,
sensibility and shapes elude from naturalistic states
underestimating the weakness of indecisiveness.
Yes, I Guess.
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I shift awakened eyes
from need to theorize
the point where thoughts divide
and shape interpretation.
I hunger deep inside
to eat logic alive,
bleed your senses dry,
consume all everything.
Teeth of ego
dull decay
chew on reason
so i say…
Teeth of ego
dull decay
chew on reason
so…
I, being of the mind
am a terror undefined
so hidden is where i tip heart's craving
re-dooming the damned.
I desire menticide
a world incarnadine
digesting the third eye
destroy the sight of foresight.
IM GUNNA EAT THE SKY
SWALLOW ALL ITS LIGHT
LEAVE YOU ALL TO DIE
BUT NOT BEFORE YOU"RE BLIND
I'm the monster that ate reality.
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4. |
Three Black Snakes
04:08
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When I was a child
I could run for miles and miles and miles.
When I was a thief
I'd tear your heart out while you sleep,
until I finally got caught
then i thought…thought…thought…
If the world should end tonight
would you pray for one more try
and remake all your choices right?
Come on
climb that tree
in a field of symmetry
where opposition nearly breathes.
Come on
climb that tree
in a filed of anarchy
down by the fire and we'll be free.
Get on
no one's home
moved out and bought new clothes
to match the others seen in roam.
Get on
no one's home
moved and bought a gun
now just a traveling vagabond.
If the world
should end tonight
would you regret your life
and pray for one more try?
Oh.
Woe.
Why?
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5. |
The Way Things Work
03:24
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Describe me the taste of water
and the sound of a blinking eye
The feel of the perfect order
and the sight of an untold lie
Describe me the sense of balance
and the sound of decay
the feel of taking a chance
when darkness turns to gray
TO UNDERSTAND THE WAY THINGS WORK
TO UNDERSTAND THE WAY
TO UNDERSTAND THE WAY THINS WORK
IN THIS EVER CHANGING MACHINE.
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Blood Stenographer
05:06
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There is a notion
that gravity is broken
severed by emotion
and coming after you.
Pay no mind to conversation
between what is real
and what is fiction.
The memory's depiction
(it still) it still can not tell the difference.
Cut the cord and tie a handsome bow
that is loose around the neckline
just in case the gift you're wrapped in is
not that present that you wanted.
The face on the wall is frowning.
Tocks have been ticked
now fingers counting.
Annotate the droll self mockery
presented by shedding of milk teeth.
Exercise the growing vines
to keep alive like Virginia Creepers.
Metamorphisize the legend
to undergo mutation from green to gold.
HEY BLOOD STENOGRAPHER
RECALL ME A TIME WHEN THINGS WERE BETTER.
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THINGS WERE EASIER?
HELLO BLOOD STENOGRAPHER.
DIG ME UP SOME BURIED EARTH.
I BEEN SEARCHING FOR A TREASURE
TO TAKE BACK THE LOST REMEMBERED.
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Forever Endeavor
03:51
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Wait for when I rest
boxed inside my grave.
A light is sure to burn on
that bears my name.
From boredom begged the question
is life everlasting
or just a moment passing?
With wonder he was murdered.
Killed by an answer,
forever endeavor.
He was murdered
by a question.
Is life everlasting
or just a moment passing?
WAIT FOR WHEN I REST
BOXED INSIDE MY GRAVE.
A LIGHT IS SURE TO BURN ON
THAT BEARS MY NAME.
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8. |
Incredible Things
10:59
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Here's to the animals
who crossed the gates of hell
those who sailed down the river
of sin they knew too well
and there's no time for begging
the devils done his work to take control
regret is not a word in the vocabulary of impulsive soul.
Here's to the criminals
who riot in their cell
who thrive on the chaos created by themselves
and in times of revolution
they will be the ones to take control.
Failure's not the fault of the shovel
it is the one digging the hole.
...
Iv'e been weighing out the options.
Just so tired of reasoning with action.
Logic calls itself companion
but this tool is not my friend.
I said curse this systematic poison
that denies experience.
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and somehow, in the twists and the mists
of our only bliss,
there it was...
Sacrifice today.
Success is on the way.
I know it sounds cliche,
but don't waste your life away.
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We killed the scapegoat.
We roasted its hide.
Now we can put that chapter beside us
and move on the incredible things.
Beauty to this world we shall bring.
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