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The Waiting Song
02:34
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Ominous for its emptiness
The clear night sky, it opens upon the ridge
And here I am, pacing in a room of iniquities
In a city much the same, waiting, just like always
All the past is today, all the words, a secret
Faceless with no emotion
Time stands still, waiting, the knee back
Much like yesterday and tomorrow
What will the future hold?
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2. |
Mah Ching S'ng
04:43
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The sunset has faded. Honor has left you aged and faceless
Twilight approaches and you’ve lost your wings
I am mending the tears of righteousness
The impossibility of morality and the pulpit of nearsightedness
You say invention is a disease to any established system and will fight to keep it down
You’d better put me in my place cause I aim to mend the schism of righteousness
The impossibility of morality and the pulpit of nearsightedness
Misfortunes guided through your dreams
They will fade silent in peace
Starlit are your eyes, sacrifice the image you replace
Take it all for your own, forget any soul you’ve known
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3. |
An Empty Threat
05:32
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Wrap me up in darkness and take your time
Cause listen fucker, I gotta get mine
You’re absolutely nothing, as empty as the void
Standing there motionless as if it were a choice
Searching for the warmth, a final end to this
I’m finding a home within the growing abyss
Collapsing then crawling, thought patterns focus
Do you think you fucking know me? Answer very cautious
Cover me with the veil that is your absence of light
Surround me with ignorance, on which you base your life
Still think you know me? Know who I am?
Your thoughts mean nothing. I don’t give a damn
This is the time, the time is now
There’s no better place. I know better now.
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4. |
The Stenographer
01:55
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I feel nothing, I feel nothing for you
I feel nothing for you and your trivial typewriter
Take the time, take the time away from me
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5. |
Make You Dirty
04:38
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The aches and the pains from the middle of your chest
Grow stronger as you sense the uneasiness you posses
Anxious and strung out on this thing that you call life
Scars born into the flesh showing the unclean side
When your world comes falling down
I’ll be there as you hit the soiled ground
Recycled and resold your virtues collapse
Spinning ‘round your head, polluted with confidence
Soon enough into the mind your aggravation will eat
The bleeding heart you’re saintly ignorance could never see
Emptiness is growing, consuming your essence
Beating your mind with irrelevant reverence
I can find the grime inside yourself that you hide
Understanding is like laying trap to the prey
I am the trap and you are the prey
Purify, make yourself clean - So that I - I can make you dirty
Cleanse the filth that fills your soul - So that I - I can make you dirty
Innocence scarred; Born into your flesh - Yes, it is I - I will make you dirty
I will do everything within my power to make you as dirty as I can
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6. |
A Lament Part 2
05:31
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Hush your mouth, close your eyes
Reach out and feel what you can’t touch
The future’s not there, the past escapes me
I’m ready to not be, to go to the places, the places between
Erase the thoughts you were fed
Closed off from the world in your head
Shut up and be, keep calm be still
What awaits you there is not real
Please don’t save me, it’s over now - I’m slipping
Fate has delivered me to the shore
Please don’t save me, it’s over now - I’m slipping
Fate has delivered me to the shore
You can’t save me
When I’m going down
When I’m slipping from the banks to the shore
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7. |
Reflections of Rejection
04:47
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The familiar taste of escape. A way to orchestrate the day
The cuts infected, it will bleed
All I do is hope, I wonder if there’s such a thing
All the same this affliction still consumes
Growing negligent to the burden clouding my sight
Reflecting back at me
I’m having another fit (again). Enthusiasm unaware hesitates
Stressed out about anything
This constant intensity with no prevailing serenity
Appearance of a vision whispering notions of utter desolation
The noise that is my consciousness, too aware of the lit screen
Mental pictures tortured, flicker obsessively, reflections of rejection
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8. |
Cerebral Sea
03:02
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It’s getting hard to concentrate
Too many prophets to lead me astray (follow me)
Vocal rotations spinning around in my head
Neurons misfire and try to comprehend
The boil of rage amidst the calm of pain
Floating further up my vertebrae
It’s become hard to differentiate -
Masses unfazed, their attention wanes
With no regard for anything in particular
Standing for nothing and falling faster
Evolving terms for cells to contemplate
Floating further, I try to get away
I’ve become succumb to circumstance
Approaching the vast expanse
Reverberating through the cerebral sea
Flowing deeper and pulling me
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9. |
Rendered
04:56
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It all goes away. It’s all going to end
Someday in some way starting all over again
Subliminal messages, visions born in my sleep
Rebuilding a vessel in the shadow of me
Making its presence known to reconnect the holes in my chemical code
I want to believe the things I can see
Affirmation of what lies between
To understand how it’s connected
What seemed to be this coincidence was a certainty with a cause to become synchronized
Balance is of no real consequence, spiraling into motion to carry out existence
Nowhere but here and here is now, I surrender to the vibrations
(It’s coming around. It’s coming back again.)
It all has cause to be. Its cause has effect
Feeding on rhythm, the elements connect
Cyclical eternity, to render ineffably
Expanding, contracting with each cause to be
Making its presence known as pulsing waves unfold in a resonant tone
I want to see the things I believe
Contemplation becomes reality
To connect it
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10. |
Bad Luck Days
04:41
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Everyday nothing changes. Everything in its place.
Precision finds a home right where it belongs (Automaton)
The gears of progress plod on, ever on (Automaton)
All fleshy memory is temporary. The penis is the new vagina
An oubliette is a kind of dungeon accessible only from a hatch
It’s nearly impossible to escape. The word means ‘to forget’.
The gears of progress plod on, ever on
Industry is the meat market of the soul. The vagina is the new cancer
This is the struggle I’ve been waiting for
The knee deep bullshit to fight my way through
These are the bad luck days – the sweat and blood days (they give me something)
Take me right to the edge of non-existence
That would make everything else worth it
I want this to hurt
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11. |
The Other Thing
03:13
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This smile you paint upon your face with such ease and disregard
Becomes so evident in the gestures you supply
Your devotion to the act keeps us from
These figures standing and facing me, enveloped in a dream
And there you were with the key
In regards to neither this nor that and most importantly pertaining to the other thing
Somehow it seems to preoccupy me
Getting in the way, you always choose the other thing
It’s always the other thing.
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12. |
Jamais Vu
04:54
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Scratching for any vague memory, passing faces seem to know me
Walking down this strange street, tripping over my feet
Infesting all recollection, zigzagging through my liberated psyche
My mind is blank with an, an overwhelming sense of yearning
It all seems so engaging, playing out an act upon this stage
Never knowing where I am or even from where I came
A clean slate becomes my perspective as it erases yesterday
Nothing familiar though it seems it should be, in someway
Someone’s in my head rearranging reality
A new body and a new mind, no logic trapping me
Searching for balance and rationale to relate
No, connection, no recollection of where I am today
Signals my senses tell of the surroundings
New information floods in at once, permeating me
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13. |
Too Many Worlds
04:27
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A scent wishes to be sold. Growing weary and growing cold
I need to exhale and sit for a spell
Tempted by the water - The Ocean ate it whole
With no terrain in sight and feeling hesitant
Charisma and charm of open wounds and salt
Starting from scratch, starting over (Hey)
The thing wants a soul. An aroma to call its own
Air and echoes matter - Bottled up and sold - Expand upon the lines
Charisma and charm of open wounds and salt
Stare at the cancer I create
How can I drench myself in futures growing more and more obscure?
From the pressures of too many oracles? I’ve known too many worlds
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14. |
Halves
05:48
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These days the anxiety covers me in a fog
But I can still see through the haze
Shouldn't that say something? Shouldn’t that say anything?
Still it seems I can’t find, can’t find the right words
My soul has become impossible
I stare off into the distance and lose myself
Hoping that I can find the sense of meaning
Lost in hope waiting for it to subside
Face down and drowning in the tangle
That has become the divide between myself
Still it seems I’m losing the strength to climb from the wreckage
Bet you didn't know that, I wish you did
Understanding has formed the awareness of which I am born
The nothing, the something coexisting parallel to my body and soul
The distance between two halves, it leaves me with emptiness
Halves they want to be whole - Halves wanting to be whole
Halves wanting to be whole - These halves want to be whole
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