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07:15 AM
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Growing insistence at the back of my mind. No interference. A dream of freedom becoming reality. I'll pull out all the stops, climb out of this cesspit. My shackles will be ripped off like fucking bandages. Enter my world and you will see my potential. Momentum shall build in me. Burn down everything, I will rise from the ashes. Life full of shit, head full of strife, but soon i'll be on my way. The road to the mulberry fields. The silk will flow, my doors will open. I’ll labour hard and build up my cocoon, then decompose; my greatest trial bears fruit. Mind clears, wings spread. A new strength, a free man. Transformation over. Metamorphosis complete. I will never be the same
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Absurd
02:44
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Been told so many times that there's hope somewhere but I've yet to see it. In my eyes, chaos rules. The mind is a puzzle. Light is an illusion. Perceptions change. Life is a delusion. Welcome to the void, the gaping chasm, where neither you or I are any different from rocks. Through the ages nothing's changed. No light at the end of the tunnel. We're all guilty, it keeps us sane; knitting blankets to throw on bleakness. No way out. No existence. No reality. No soul. Nothing. All light has faded, the mirage has gone. Nothing shines as bright as it once used to. The mind is a puzzle. Light is an illusion. Perceptions change. Life is a delusion. I'm looking at my hands and all I see is machinery. The only thing inside my head is a computer. The only way that I can escape the reaper's shadow, the looming abyss, is to lie to myself, to make up stories. I can't find meaning so i'll invent it. Absurd. Absurd. My heart's imploded. The absurd. No existence. No reality. No soul. Nothing. Nothing that really makes me human.
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Dutch Courage
03:08
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Small town, small mind. At the first sign of struggle you give up, go down to the old bank and drown yourself. Become another. Silver spoon, copper tongue. Cherub of a white paradise. Shut away all your life. No experience to stop you, but see I-... I won't be part of this bullshit, I won't be fake. My dignity is not for sale; You won't see me there. So here's a toast to all you weak minded bigots. All you who surrender yourselves to this worthless fucking culture. No values, no respect. Another dressed up caveman. A snob without perspective, your only hope in intoxication. Tin heart, decaying face. Do you ever wonder where your self-respect went? You can find it in a can, but see I-... I won't be part of this bullshit, I won't be fake. My dignity is not for sale; You won't see me there. So here's a toast to all you weak minded bigots. All you who surrender yourselves to this worthless fucking culture. This is all that's left of you, so drink up. There's a new plague and we're immune. You're just a rat spitting out contagion. Go ahead and poison yourself.
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Growing Pains
00:53
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Forgetting who I am. The mirror's shattered. My ego's straining. Skin starts to shed. No place for me. No identity. The world won't accept what I want to be, so do I hide or do I change? My whole life is a forked road, Paralysing me. Wouldn't it be nice if we could just be kids forever? Rebel without a cause, still I march on. Cognitive dissonance: my tug of war. Driving forward with the brakes on feeling myself splitting in half. Ink and paper fight each other; past and future ripping me apart.
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Honest To God
03:40
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No one in the world has the same pair of eyes as you, or as me. We all see things differently. I know where I stand and I can see my whole world from up here. I never knew everything could be so clear. But that's just me, Your world might look completely different. Two paintings by different artists; I don't agree but I don't condemn. And I know that I haven't found the meaning of life. No man alive can do that. I could be right or I could be wrong. Either way, all that matters is that it makes sense to me. All that matters is that it feels right to you. Eat your mind, fill your soul, be alive. There are those out there who'd make you wear their lenses. Arrogant and fucking shallow, congregations of undead. (I never knew anything could be so clear). The unholy crusade that forgets its purpose. The sober few: I'd rather be doped up. I don't care if my sugar pill is blue or red. And I may be godless but I won't be one of them. Your vision is rose tinted but mine is dull and I know I can't see better than you. Eat your mind, fill your soul, be alive. I'd rather look for answers that mean something. Truth is meaningless.
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The Silk Road
02:32
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Spread my wings long ago and I've reaped the benefits. But the road is still young and my eyes are still wide. I've worked my knuckles raw and i've seen so much change, so much to make me proud. I've conquered this world and now, it's time to leave. A new chapter awaits in a familiar place that now feels haunted. Over mountains, across deserts, finally i've found fresh water but it's not enough to quench me; my insatiable thirst, my endless desire. The world I once called home feels barren, desolated. Bones of people I knew littering the wayside. Yet with no question I'll follow this road blindly; no knowing where it will lead me. All my dreams and all my fears, mashed together. Over mountains, across deserts, finally i've found fresh water but it's not enough to quench me; my insatiable thirst, my endless desire.
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Coma
02:27
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We've been friends for years and I have watched you move through the stages of your life, battling the shit it threw at you. But on the eve of your greatest fight you threw in the towel and now you're losing your grip, Slipping into a deep, dark ditch with muddy slopes. Living for the moment, Keep telling yourself that. I want to see you learn and grow, take control. What do you do when you're forty; broke, desperate, hopeless? The world is cold so get some firewood. Another joint, another day wasted like your existence. Nocturnal, myopic, living in lazy squalor. Carefree indifference to what you could have: No girls, no money, no job. It's easy to survive when you're barely living. Living for the moment. Keep telling yourself that. I want to see you learn and grow, take control. What do you do when you're forty; broke, desperate, hopeless? Open up your eyes it's not over yet Why won't you open your fucking eyes? You're throwing away your life.
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Occlude
02:32
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Your actions and your beliefs are inconsistent. Such a fucking shame that you have such a mind totally overshadowed by vanity: A pretty face for hypocrisy. When pragmatism and cynicism align, the answer's still real. I predict, you contradict; Painting the world like a children's cartoon. You ignore the liars. Pure fantasy, a fashion trend. Can you see me or are you too far away? So high up on your wooden horse, the sunlight blinding you. Well if you could, let me tell you; you wouldn't find a contrarian or a follower. You wouldn't see a simple mind so quick to fall for primal charms. You might have everyone fooled but I can see that you stand only for what requires no sacrifice. Choose your words carefully. The wrong ones might expose you. Your fun and games destroy your illusion. See, words have power and I still cannot see If you're their master or under their spell. Can you see me or are you too far away? So high up on your wooden horse, the sunlight blinding you. Well if you could, let me tell you: you wouldn't see a simple mind so easy to trick with consequence. Open season, skipping reason. Your narcissism won't save us. Open season, skipping reason. Your actions speak less than your words.
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Severance
02:57
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The beautiful melody, hypnotic yet lucid, draws me in, but it's nothing more than a siren's song Lured into a dank pit in a delusional trance where I find the creature. The earth shatters around me. I hit the ground, I feel the evil grow. A cancer in my chest taken control of my mind. Pure fucking poison, Pure fucking venom. No escape from the constrictor's grip. So exhausted, winded. My ribs cracking, asphyxia. Dying inside, dying outside, sunlight fades to dusk. The growing tumour drains me, Blinds me, blisters me, but venom clears my vision. Pressure saps the connections. Sharp scales cleanse my skin. Squashed bones attack the growth. Serpent's embrace. Severance. I can see it now, your spell has faded. It's all clear to me; the facade you hid behind is broken. Skin's peeled off, I can see the scales. Your mouth opens and a forked tongue sticks out. You're a snake. Pure fucking poison. Your grip weakens. I will reign supreme. Sever us.
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