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Origin Unknown
04:44
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Within the shades of anguish running through us
There are repeating threads of anxious breath
Begging to be choked
Paralyzed progress, void of definites
To keep hope is to have a turbulence fetish
There are no answers for where it began
No decisions, no religions, no precision instruments to be a light
There are no answers, only speculation
No need for belief
Don't concede your lead
How can free will exist when you don't even know what your next thought will be?
Chemicals, electrical impulses
Disguised as your personality
It all comes from the elements of exploding stars
No need for belief
Don't concede your lead
Don't concede your lead
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Runes and Drones
06:55
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The sense of scale, lost to the author
We should have stayed the things that we evolved from
Bricks, mortar and designs defining time
Accidental language built in the sky-line
Easy to see, easy to read, easy to breed but not to be
From sigils to logos and business from social
We've gone from sacraments to cigarettes
Smoking and sex, working for concrete beds
Spelled out across Earth's surface
Inside the novels of lands and the oceans
The signs are cities, a street's a sentence
Extinction events all live in the indents
People are punctuations
Symbols, guiding the changes
People are punctuation
Mostly just dots on the pages
We are all fluctuations between the sun and the dirt
Between the storm and surface
Highways written in cursive
Invasive terrestrial circuits
Varicose veins host one purpose
Blood flow for corporate curses
Diseased clouds breathe traffic acidic plastics
Active-radio and waste-nuclear
We've gone from nourishment to indulgence
Smoking and sex, working for concrete beds
Our species' tomb will be decorated with
Wreaths of wires and the the fruits of impatience
The signs are plenty, the rot is intense
Extinction events all live
People are punctuations
Symbols guiding the changes
People are punctuation
We're all just dots on the pages
We are all fluctuations between the sun and the dirt
Between the storms and the surf
Between the storms and the surf
Between the storms and surface
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3. |
New Ways To Fall Apart
05:50
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Disassociate and disconnect to detach the rhythms that bind
You to life the same old culprits
The ones like breath and pulses
Decide to reject and shed the charade of sanity, defeat
Minimal self-reflections have left you worse for the wear
Deep dive dig into dissent, deliver one last message
I've checked out of the place and my decency is erased
I'm revived in this distance
I realize I won't miss this
It's like every day I find a new way to disintegrate away
I swear every day I find a brand new way
Motor functions misfire, misstep
Excessive thoughts causing missed breaths
I'll turn purple before it's my time to search for a fix
Every cell in my body builds up this prison and it's filled up
with convicts each whose song is
Something wrong with social bondage
Dissolve and degrading away, decay and deteriorate
The strongest of all solvents goes by the name of a new day
I'm derived from resistance
I've realized I've never been fit
It's like every day I find a new way to deteriorate away
I swear every day I find a brand new way to disintegrate away
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4. |
Permanent
06:21
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We're living through what feels like these bouts of forever
Immortal, it sounds like it's torture
Even if it's pleasure forever
Our lifetime's long enough, we don't need to be permanent
Our lifetime's more than enough, we don't need to be, shut it off
Consciousness is a curse, we better not last after the worms
Eternity ain't long enough to explain to God how bad she's fucked it all off
Our lifetime's long enough, we don't need to be permanent
Our lifetime's more than enough, we don't need to be, shut it off
What is this worth if it continues endlessly
What's it all worth if it continues on and on
What is this worth if it continues endlessly
What are we worth
What are we worth in the end
Imagine a place and it's filled with everything and everyone to ever come to exist
I'm already a bit claustrophobic, paradise sounds way too crowded for me
Our lifetime's long enough, we don't need to be permanent
Our lifetime's long enough, we don't need to be, shut it off
What is this worth if it continues endlessly
What's it all worth if it continues on and on
What is this worth if it continues endlessly
What are we worth, what are we worth in the end
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Dredging
Dwelling
Refund the difference of wonder
We're constantly clawing at the future
The past embalmed as distortions of our senses
Escaping us instantly the present is never really here
Refund the difference between hope and now
Dredging
Dwelling
Embalming
Clawing away
Refund the difference between hope and now
Refund existing
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6. |
Retrospect Reactor
05:30
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Is this what you wanted to be
Is this what you want it to be
Is this what you want to be
Is this where you wanted to be
We don't have to be on time
Deny, deny
We don't have to keep in line
Deny, deny
Is this what you wanted to be
Is this what you wanted to be
We don't have to keep in line
We don't have to stay defined
We won't pretend that we're fine
Is this what you wanted to find
Is this what you wanted to be
Is this where you wanted to be
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you wanted
Is this what you hoped for
Is this what you needed
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There's no stopping the bleeding
All your promises fleeting
Sometimes I just need to bloodlet
Sometimes you just need to hemorrhage, hemorrhage
Drain the life from me
Drain the you from me
I don't know what this is, is this genocide or is it genesis
Every time I take a breath it's like I play a game of Russian roulette
I don't know what we are, are we dying or redefining
Delete it to complete it
Delete it to complete it
Delete it to complete it
Delete it to complete it
Delete it to complete it
Delete it to complete it
Delete it to complete it
Delete me to complete me
I don't know what this is, is this genocide or is it genesis
Every time I take a breath it's like I play a game of Russian roulette
I don't know what we are, are we dying or redefining
There's too much data to process, all I really know is
I can feel the end
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8. |
Touch
04:47
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Cascading failures, tight rope strings popping
The threat of a second coming
A perpetual pre-apocalypse, the asteroid always a miss
The end times are always right now
A chance to breathe hangs dangling on the horizon
Just a touch of hope, even though you know that it's a carrot on a stick
Survival relies on hope being treated as an annoyance
Brace for the impact that never touches down
Collapse is certain with a chance to breathe
Cascading failures
Flood the core but keep anxiety at critical
Master the art of placating without resolve
The feeling of a hand around my throat would be relief
The touch of human skin even without a chance to
Brace for the impact that never touches down
One pause away from a total meltdown
No breaks, no you can't be at ease
Collapse is certain with a...
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9. |
The Deviation
02:34
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Within the shades of anguish running through us
There are repeating threads of anxious breath
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10. |
Recreational Anesthesia
05:46
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11. |
The Suffering Gradient
07:36
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There's no standard candle for the validness of your suffering
Experience and lack thereof creates an equal parallax
Living in deficit small joys feel limitless
Your worst case of being is someone's fantasy
Your light, your corrosion, not opposites but twins
Growing up side-by-side
Is a fool's paradise any different from mine
Are you happy or just what you're told happy is
We pretend there's a scale
Stone set angles compared
We cope with what we're shown
The gradient's our own
Is my joy just a symptom of
A symptom of my relief
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