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The End of Time
03:33
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The blow that takes him to the ground
Torn by the guilt that he has known
Somewhere displaced out of time
She holds his head in kind
Nothing lost, nothing gained
but the wounds that we obtain
In the strain of certainty lost
We stumble on
The marks of outliers and fools
Twisted and stranger then we knew
The pressure grows the air is still
When gallows wait for you
Then drag ourselves through the fire
Dancing until the end of time
Clenched in fear of what will come
For in the end we are alone
A crying voice, tears, awakened eyes
Beneath her shadow sorrow finds
A future split, carved and wild
From the dregs that are left behind
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2. |
Trace
03:37
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Messages written to myself
For a future time
Functional and trembling
In fear of what I find
Trace symptoms of reality
Trace another way
Trace the age still yet to come
Defiant to change
No trace remains
Undeterred by emotions call
Taking chance inside
Only to fall away again
No matter how I try
Trace upon our naked skin
Trace the thoughts uncaged
Trace a time under the watchful eye
Of savagery decay
No trace remains
The end and an open hand
The silent treatment begets the sane
I watched the moments trace all I am
Trace the ashes shared in kind
Trace the bridge ablaze
Trace memories we held
Of one last sad mistake
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3. |
Vril
04:39
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Never lose the way in subterfuge engaged
Spirit has relayed all the meaning I can take
As breath leaves this form in silence I am shown
Vision calling me
Take it all away what good in it remains
As tired as I have grown behind broken doors
The intensity portrayed just manifests again
Vision calling me
Tragedy awaits in strange and subtle ways
How harmless can it be?
Words sting and wound hapless in moments
How heartless can it be?
I have lived today but it’s not the same
And hiding it away never resolves anything
The intensity portrayed just manifests again
Vision calling me
You will never awake what pretends to be sleep
How heartless can it be?
Thrown into a world of sick and open sores
How harmless can it be?
How heartless can it be?
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4. |
Dim
03:44
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It falls on us to realize
The mask we bear it clouds the sky
The poison we pretend to fear
Just hollow words to futures end
Obfuscate the firmament
When movements tied in permanence
No judgments left to radiate
Or abandon this impending fate
What difference can it make
It all grows dimmer every day
Skeptics laugh stoics lament
The banter rise while we descend
Into our sheltered hidden scene
Of denials we have locked away
A dust will settle when we hold our breath
Darkness negated will choke us to death
Overcast insulates us
A paradox of graves
Compelled to move directionless
Where apathy remains
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5. |
Broken Faces
04:25
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Hysterical dancing gait freezing seized and shook
Buried by the bomb, entrenched and cannot move
Battling with the wind a twitch repeats again
I remember broken faces taking everything from them
Conversion symptoms not malingering this time
Strapped to a gurney, shell shocked and blind
I remember broken faces, deep in eyes that death has ravaged
Mask expressionless reflected I remember broken faces
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6. |
Black Swan
03:39
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The shattered moment that surrounds us
The promises never left behind
Like the sacrificial altar that we cry on then die on
But it can’t go on like this for long
For every truth there is a black swan
For every answer there is a black swan
Fades and turns away into eternal shame
But it can’t go on like this for long
Strangling decency
With an feeling that burns like the sun
Under the spotlight, and status obsessed
But, it can’t go on like this for long
For every truth there is a black swan
For every answer there is a black swan
The uncertainty of fate becomes the final plague
But it can’t go on like this for long
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Spectacle
04:04
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Moving rapidly before my face the images
Eyes twitch back and forth
Thoughts are drain to emptiness
Like the scenes of dreams undone
The nostalgia of another’s time
The negation of another mind
If by chance the glass should break
And take away our uncut veins
The glowing screens remain it seems
Reflected in every face
It’s happened to the polity
It’s happened in back rooms
Treacherous, reptilian the ones that
Swindled you
Held hostage in spectacle
Now there’s no going back
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Scars (Within Walls)
04:03
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It seemed so certain at the time
The masks had given life
To the banishment that I have found
It’s driven further underground
Then changed beneath a breath
And torn from innocents
This solemn place where I observed
The disintegration of this world
And in this prison I’m absolved
Of passions yearning fall
And the sentiments that now are gone
They never fill an emptiness at all
Then changed beneath a breath
And torn from innocence
This broken man that’s now become
All of his foolish words
It ends as it began
Within a silent damaged way
Banished into exile
Within these walls again
Hide your scars within walls
And then you’ll find
That you are safe inside
No one can penetrate
No where to hide this time
Escape has gone away
There’s no way out again
Yet the scars remain
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Cold as the ground that lie above me
Abyss is found without memory
Deep time ravages still and quiet
Cold as the ground that lie above me
And there I will stay
Cold as the ground that lie above me
Pendulums worn into silence
Moments moving like rivers frozen
Cold as the ground that lie above me
And there I will stay
Cold as the ground that lie above me
Emptiness torn within nothing
The real vanishes black and certain
Cold as the ground that lie above me
And there I will stay
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