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Tell Me About the World
04:34
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I’m moving in circles, intertwined in thought.
I hear the voice “its the end of the line”, but I know I can’t stop.
I have a lot of questions. Answer me this much.
What’s the cog that’s going to break, and will it make us wake up.
I’m finding it hard to think, that we’re incapable.
Of basic understanding, it seams so sensible.
Deconstruct my entitlement. Open up some space.
So much can be put in its place.
I wanna learn through experience, I wanna learn through site.
I wanna learn what there is to know, I want to help shine the light.
I’ve got some ambition and the will to begin.
So won’t you lend me a hand?
I don’t know, I don’t know. Sometimes I feel the pain digging into my soul.
Through exchange, things can change so wont you tell me about our place in the world.
I’m starving for reaction, so I’m breaking down the door.
We’re storming in with hungry hearts, always asking for more.
I wanna feel the sweat drip. I wanna bend my track.
I looking to flex my head, I don’t wanna look back.
I want to unlearn, and I need to expand, so wont you lend me a hand?
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Aftertaste
02:55
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I’m holding on to this bitter past, until it has no taste. There is euphoria I can’t recall so I keep searching for the thing I lost. I play it down at any cost.
Don’t want to stare it right in the face as I sink into myself.
You keep hiding away, but your eyes tell me everything, are you trying to cope?
I just need to forget. But our minds don’t ignore. Panic can show you everything. It chills me to the bone how could I just forget?
I don’t want it to hide anymore, but my body won’t let me in. Sometimes I feel my teeth turn into dust so I keep searching, I keep asking, for relief as I sink down.
Please help me let it go.
My mind is forlorn and I can always feel the sting. It haunts me inside. I just want to forget. But our minds don’t ignore and panic can show you everything. It chills me to the bone I just want to forgive.
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Hopscotch
03:39
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I’ve read the chalk on the ground.
They're holding papers and chasing favors.
They start with the lines in the sand, and like the wind they move them with time.
They craft morals through a bigoted lens; with every breath we exhale a sigh.
They are the figures that kill the martyrs, all these kings cling to their thrones
there existence is like a tension that’s set for rolling boil
I just want an answer so I can let it grow. By itself, let it grow
they section off 8 squares. You can go as far as you throw.
They get to hop over lines. You wait your turn.
The church doors are bloody tonight, they’re bloody tonight, they’re bloody tonight.
I just want an answer so I can let it grow by itself.
Let it grow by itself.
I just want a dialog that frees us from our shallow minds. What do we accept as the truth and what do we throw aside? There talk is getting old, it lingers on entrenched in all those lies. Is there a state that frees? I got to know so I can let it grow.
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The American Lust
02:59
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It begins now; my hands are all I’ve got. Static screens won’t distract me. Some truths are hard to except, sometimes I can’t do it alone.
The world’s freezing, it’s frozen over. We face the world and its cold to the touch. We fight the times, they’re hard to absolve. They kick back like the beat of a drum.
When will we say, “Enough’s enough?”
Don’t want to loose my, don’t want to loose I, won’t give in to the American lust. All hands are grabbing, all fingers snatching, all eyes are looking, who can you trust?
I wont give in to the American lust. When they tell me how to feel.
Will there ever be recompense? Will we ever get to state our demands? How much longer will our heads feel the heat of a gun? They keep knocking and their breaking in.
We consent when we say nothing. They keep our focus and their grip is tightening. Don’t want to feel like I have no control. They keep coming and it won’t be long.
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Pantomime
03:15
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Choking on it everyday. Playing a part, it leads me astray. A script is how they convince you to become one of them
And I fall victim to every stroke and every phrase
Now I fall away into the depths.
But I sit around and watch the violence every time they say its just it makes me fucking sick. We complain to the crowd with stark defiance they brush it off with a smile, I’m fucking sick of it.
Face to face, line by line, were in the fray everyday.
We stand by and feel our way through the darkness, through decay, and this is how, I’m convinced I won’t become one of them.
Into the depths of the shade.
So won’t you hold me close? I need some hope, just a sweet embrace. Fold the script, cross out the lies, light a fire, watch it burn away.
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6. |
Missing Pieces
02:59
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Life exists in a state of blur. Heading into the fog without a direction. I feel the war has been lost, at times I don’t feel anything.
When did I decide that I was done? How did it get so far away? It’s like a friend that I don’t know anymore. Why can’t I let it out, why can’t I let it be?
Define me, define me a box of rock a boy that plays
Define me, define me.
Why do I accept the comfort? Why can’t it feel like spring? I hold back on all that I want. Why can’t I let it out, why can’t I let it bleed?
You're waiting, you're watching, why aren't you playing?
You stop and, you listen. What are they saying?
Arms distance, you're keeping. You think you're saving
yourself from, rejection. You need a way in.
Define me, define me a box of rock a boy that plays
You’ll find me, You’ll find me, I’m holding on to all those days.
You’ll find me, you’ll find me…
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Hazia
03:28
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Only in darkness the light burns through.
Only in silence, these words come true.
They’ve come to take you, take you away.
Fear starts to build you're left alone in a haze
The road is getting warm I can feel that steam.
I'm traveling on and on searching back through a dream.
I'm alone, afraid, a pawn in this tiny world.
Hungry to get home, before it all burns.
What I related to, its all but gone
Will I awaken or just fall?
So who are you boy? Has your time come?
They’re out to get you line them up one by one.
They’ve come to take you, take all that's yours.
Bite down on your tongue as your jaw hits the floor.
Its already done but I can’t stop thinking it through
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8. |
I'm Going Pale
03:03
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I gotta, I gotta, I gotta gotta know. What have you come here for?
I see your face but I don’t know you at all, I wanna, I gotta I gotta I gotta gotta know.
And I won’t stall.
Can I erase what I see through? Your life’s broken, mine is too. I need this place and you need it too, so let’s stick around.
You’re finding, you’re finding, we found another way. Just take a look at the stars
They sit suspended and it gives me relief, there is a light adorned like a spark its all that I can see, and I need more.
Around. Last gasp of innocence I’m going pale.
But In descent, I’m still looking for traction.
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9. |
In Descent
03:43
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The time that slowly ticks away, keeps me standing still.
We’re doing laps around the clock, and I’m feeling spun.
There’s a face that always makes me see, it’s already done.
I keep holding on, nut I can’t seem to feel the same.
It’s passing me by, it’s passing me by. With a silence and divide
Show me what’s possible.
An existential crisis point, unwoven at the seam.
I’m hanging on to what it means to be alive
I’m folding up and drying out, the wound is getting old.
Take devotion, its like the ocean. It waves at you.
Looking into a blurry crowd. Holding on to every written word that feeds.
Passing like a floating cloud, we can watch it dissipate.
Ill keep clawing but I’m feeling spent. Eyes numbed by the continuity.
Shaking but I’m sitting still, listing off what is wrong.
It’s passing me by, it’s passing me by and I can’t seem to feel the same.
Its falling inside, its falling inside and I can’t see the need for blame.
It’s passing me by, it’s passing me by, with a silence and divide.
Show me what’s possible.
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10. |
At Rise
03:23
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I won’t stand down, I’m not giving up, we got a chance to be free, I’m taking a shot
Here we are, we’re starting and we keep looking for deeper connections.
What speaks to you? What moves your heart? Do you seek directed aggression?
I can tell you that I’m feeling pain, my head throbs til’ its numb, I’m all bent out of shape by the things we do, but I wanna straighten it out.
I want to change everything, but first we gotta challenge ourselves
At least, I won't stand down and I’m not giving up, we got a chance to be free, and I’m taking a shot
I’ll look for a chance to see a realized ideology. Where does this place exist and intersect with the rest of the world?
Lets try to think, it’s not nothing.
It’s not enough to think, its not enough to cry. We need direct action, if we’re gunna change our lives.
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