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I'm too close to decide
Seems like the page never lied Do you see the fiction at your front door This time it's not like before Just like your shadow in public Your secret floodlights the floor You got too nervous and left it And now you're looking for more Reads just like revenge fiction Some 40's novel re-lived Reads just like revenge fiction No more excuses to give Don't be confused by my signal I'm only here to collect Better lifeless than nervous With nothing left to protect |
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| 2. |
| 3:43 |
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Too much ice on the outside
Too much time to get out there Vacant sways become angry Nothing faced Nothing followed It's a vice of disciples Lapse of faith No act of grace Moving steals In as much as we reveal No encounter No attachment to anything Less than we corrupt It's a life But at least it is contained No act of grace It's the fall of a morning you wake in before It's the life that is calling you can't kid yourself It's the act of you killing you can't take it back It's the things that you did that you still can't remember The people would rather you never wake up There's no act of grace To the minds To the greedy needful kinds Wishing worthless Wishing backwards Wish you weren't here Stick out loud Stick out gestures Stiff the crowd No act of grace It's the fall of a morning you wake in before It's the life that is calling you can't kid yourself It's the act of you killing you can't take it back It's the things that you did that you still can't remember The people would rather you never wake up Or at least you would die for instead of all suffer There's no act of grace |
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| 3. |
| 4:22 |
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You must have seen me miles away
Cannon weight on a steel blade The night composed of wires alarms The enemies agree to make All my weapons burnt of stamina Abused power behind barriers All the misdemeanors close their eyes There is nothing you can do Dead inside the midnight hits In slow motion I am war again I am war again Make the brutal border lines Back out of science I am war again I am war again The uniform inside my mouth Spits a cave into the virgin world Glass shattered on the ghost of gods Cuts a path where you can find me still Carving "fuck yourself" on floodlit skin Reminds me of the war i'm in Camouflaged and cut devoid of life The conviction read the same |
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| 4. |
| 4:49 |
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Take no denial
No for an answer Make a wish and make it total Take a risk and make it fatal I love to be here Because it means so much to me I love the action Of a forced conspiracy The word was strong but you answered wrong Mad dialects Mad dialects Broken glass of a language Mad dialects Mad dialects Look for deception No common truths Link it up to every phone call Say you lied then hang it up Well it looks so doubtful Just like everything's erased The text is backwards But it is hammered to the page Corrupted future Beneath your wires Circuits floored by lie detectors Blackout lights and resurrect Well I see it surging Just like it burns past other halves And still submerging Electric future never lasts |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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Area life
Concrete mission with a black light Area life You never listen to the dogs bite Watch what you do Every border is in front of you Watch what you do Area life is going to follow you Uncontrolling yourself Only seconds to spare And the hand that you need Is the one that's not there Did you walk like a fraud Through the slogan you wrote And the story you told Was only good for a quote Area life Bunker precinct with a laugh track Area life Carbon etiquette that bites back Do what you're told Weapon traffic without warning Do what you're told Execution with a cord |
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| 6. |
| 3:09 |
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It's even brittle
They lock hands To make a line Perhaps dividing Solid forest Saw blades Sightless flawless Walking sideways Chain could bite In this white out Scissor teeth Cruelty lip Tireless grasp Frigid spike Glass desert Mesmerise Circulation South pole fighters Missing climate Bleeding wind Needle wages Blinking words Ghost of light No circulation Way of breathing No more blades No more walk No more hide Against a whiteness Black desert End arena Sightless flawless No more breathe No more shadow South pole fighters |
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| 7. |
| 3:13 |
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I need to go the place where the blackouts live
I need to roll like a corpse to the graveyard shift I couldn't ask for more cold than a collapsing rock Over consciouness eyes under electric shock I need to use these fingers Wrapped around this knife Oh, I would kill for a quiet life Never mind the obsessed they don't remember when All of our waking hours were spent submerged again I need a solid year removed from solid light I need to disappear I need a quiet life |
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| 8. |
| 5:11 |
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The risk is worth taking, it's a shapeless rage
All analysis B-listed on the back page It's a crime made of mine, it's a flawless shrine It's a message to a man who's lost at this stage Be careful how you are driven, gets so easy to live Between the gestures of the fingers that you point with Chanting "ha ha ha" at your favorite star Like the menace ever liked you to begin with I'm just a kid whose time expired before the show Unknown menace driven nightly you should know All the mysteries just irritate and strain Driven menace back again An endless list of surrogates burn agents to the ground Habits formed and commerce broken voices thrown The menace is mechanical, just meditates on speed Medication-given life form - never breathe Most of us manipulate the truth into a loop Repetition then ignition then shoot Madness driven menace as the temper counts to ten In the shadows from the never know when |
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| 9. |
| 2:32 |
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They follow the forgotten, like they promised me so often
Moving fingers, charging hymns to other gods Complicated missions covered convalescing structures Mountains hidden inside more unspoken words Chimes unearthly bells before the reason we could never tell A secret simply liberates the finish Claustrophobic, empty and competing to surround you Asking “do you want to hear about the damage?” “Do you want to hear about the damage?” |
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| 10. |
| 5:59 |
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Someone leans against the mirrored marvel,
reflecting rascal, anaemic article, the part you least expected, it commands, expand. A flawless life form, the lowest level, rejects the offer, you carried further, the talk is all so loaded, when you can expand. Expand to reach a surface suffocated, shown equipment too large to break, you lunge yourself to the underground, got to expand, got to expand, expand. A meager mission yields amazing purpose, rebuilds your offer and flies it homewards, its' past tense past attention when you land, expand. A stranger grips upon your face upturning, you thrive on battle, you try to settle, a prayer for making minus, in the hand, expand. The perfect host for the endless story, the missing motion, the frozen ghost, the heart stops part achieving, when you stand, expand. |
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