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Indebted to my discovery, forgetful and resigned tendrils lead
We wade back in the water to be devoured once again
We wade back in the water to be devoured another time
This doubt keeps my conscience clean
You're getting the worst from me
The soft clattering you hear outside your window is me.
It's me, clamoring
Whistling my way through the graveyard, swept away
Whistling my way through the swampland, swept away
Ground down, it permeates
It’s all guilt and shame, every time it’s the same, so easy to blame
I walk on
I raise my blade forged in the hell of all God's gaze
I raise my blade sharpened in the hell of other people's gaze
It's the silence and the horror in the harboring of pain
It’s something that I can’t yet explain
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In Pursuit
03:07
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--In Pursuit--
Pursuant to an anatomy of discontent
Pursuant to this body of knowledge
Pursuant to the violence in persuasion
Recollections of reluctance, conflated and terrorised
Reduced to data points, simple batteries
A plastic, tacky front-yard flamingo
Draped in false colors of carcinogens and confirmation
I decide which way I go, it’s my story to tell
But it's based in nothing but an allegory and entertainment
This decision isn't mine, it’s the cop inside my head
I’m killing him and every other voice that provides
a semblance of entertainment, weaving this allegory
In this economy of objectification, am I the check, the wage
that bolsters my day?
In pursuit
Reduced to data points, simple batteries
Mass-produced nooses for every child
We stay in pursuit
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Rookie Card
03:56
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My only regret: I don’t exactly remember what he said, I was preoccupied fighting a battle, playing my game but this was real mortal combat.
It happened so much
Crying, he was crying again
Weeping, uncontrollable, inconsolable
It lends to the apathy involved, I ceased to care
Numb, it happened so much
My only regret, I don't remember exactly what he said
I think he went for a run, I can't be sure
It happened so much, I ceased to care, it lends to the apathy involved
FINISH HIM
He bought this big box of baseball cards from a garage sale, a drive-by impulse buy
And you could tell it wasn’t the best way for him to spend his money,
But can you really blame him?
It was something we could relate to, just him and his boys
And maybe, just maybe we’d find a couple rookie cards
Who knows what we’ll find when you open those doors
An attempt to connect
It happened so much, I grew numb
I think he said he was going for a run
But I can’t be sure, so forever I'd be grateful
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Equinox
04:53
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---EQUINOX---
Finitude is drinking from polished skulls
No need to judge it's just what we had lying around
Flattery as dead currency
Fatigue is a factor
and leads to common sense
Randomly paid in pain
A ransom, your slave
Bedside manner
Curb appeal
Roadside attractions
Cheap souvenirs
The road forked and we’ve made our choices
This tongue is licked by various broken voices
My cheerfulness has given way to unconsciousness, yet another mistake
Pulverized into a dust fine enough to sprinkle on your raw meat
the whole world is risk
As a balance, the fulcrum is my head
It’s a pain, and something I can’t explain
But I'll keep this brief, it's-
I'll keep this brief, it's-
Not for me, not for me to decide
the best place to hide
It's just what we had lying around
Not for me to decide
The best place to hide
Crestfallen
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Invisible Precipice
04:50
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It all mattered so much when we were immature
Counting on the future or some great hope
Fulfilling the needs, the immediacy of want
It's captivating how the whole thing runs together
The magic, the melody randomly shines through
I'm not here to boast or wax philosophical
The shadow, ripped beyond my mind
The shadow, raping all our lives
The shadow, compendium of lies
The shadow, wrenching at my eyes
And they said again and again
It's all my fault
It's all your fault
In this desperate masquerade
It's all your fault
It's all your fault
It's all my fault, it has to be, it always is
Appearances aren't mistaken
I’m cast down from the highest heights
A loss of faith, locks that aren't locking
The very mechanism becomes a chain
Linked, by dead weight
Drunk on his own ballads, he was made aware
Drunk on his own ballads, he ceased to care
The shadow, ripped beyond my mind
The shadow, raping all our lives
The shadow, a danger lays inside
The shadow, compendium of lies
It all mattered so much, the weight and the torment of being
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