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Hide In Deep Machines
04:50
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Bracing for the common array,
Building walls that we can’t tear at,
Dancing around the words we say,
Emitting sound to a cultured air mass,
Avoiding the end with future mistakes,
Of fellow men you tend to scream at,
You walk so slow,
When your safety is only questionable,
So quick to unload,
Flaws in the system you promote,
Subtle ideas, slowly sustained,
Battle scars of the twisted contest,
The deepest of thoughts, they seem to refrain,
Occasional sparks, but just to regress,
Pageantry is only portrayed,
Quoting law, a gentle protest,
Boasting to dig beneath,
While wishing that they would leave it unseen,
Devotion is too demeaning,
These pillars, our intuitions are fleeting,
Silence is all around,
The rhythm is only calming down,
Struggle to touch the sound,
Isolation is only harder to be found
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2. |
Archetype
03:58
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Bag of bones,
Your life,
In the pages I hold,
Oh archetype,
Tell me why,
Your eyes are just holes,
And when they're gone,
They'll soon be forgotten,
Yeah when I'm gone,
I'll soon be to join them,
Bag of bones,
Your fate,
Has been foretold,
Oh archetype,
Tell me why,
I should care when you die,
And when they're gone,
They'll soon be forgotten,
Yeah when I'm gone,
I'll soon be to join them
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3. |
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Boy you try to gather,
Signs of life so you can restore,
Hope that your search will matter,
A final thought that you can record,
If politics had only killed the war,
But you wish it still mattered anymore,
With hallucinations writhing on the floor,
Grown men with endless chatter,
Implanted thoughts so they could be whole,
They pretend that people matter,
Just to send them to kill the unknown,
And they’re walking to the walking to the row,
To the soldier leaning up against a home,
To finish off the feeling that has grown,
No one can be certain of a score,
If the factual is actual or more,
Lacking the devotion to denounce the broken lore,
Death is too easy to ignore,
And no one seems to follow anymore,
This predictable incapable war
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4. |
Profligates
02:49
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Profligates to be ordained,
By the ordinary organist,
Who claimed his soul’s been saved,
You must try to deviate,
From the ministers and mimics,
Who pretend to know your fate,
The perfect world is chipping away,
Confident of ownership,
They strip it down for pay,
But we can choose to dedicate,
Focus to the rest of life,
That we exterminate,
How insane can we be made,
By parasite inhabitants,
Who think their minds remain,
Let us try to alleviate,
Heartless deprivation of,
Our current natural state
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5. |
Inventor
04:22
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It’s all you choose, inventor,
Wondering what you are from the start,
It calls to you, observer,
Wondering why they all are apart,
Of course they are apart,
Flow outside the corridors,
Of the holes we lurk in here,
Download formations of now and old,
Have space to disappear,
Recall no longer in play at all,
Dissolve what’s been confirmed,
As clouds dusting the open halls,
The guides to all concerned
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6. |
The Dim Men
04:04
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Tear me from my typical anatomy,
Dive in scenes of this fractal geometry,
The intimate depth to scenes, so welcoming,
For now content evermore,
Not confined by form or time,
Is it possible to be clear anymore,
To remake and restore your mind,
Drown out, it seems too clear now,
Align but spread out,
Oh noise, reveal to me reality,
Fade back to the typical tasks,
Resume as outcast,
For now content evermore,
Not confined by form or time,
Is it possible to be clear anymore,
To remake and restore your mind
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7. |
Forces
04:03
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Forces moving for me,
Tie my hands and feet,
To these strings,
Choices they make for me,
Like to lift me when I wake,
Or I'll just stay,
We're all thieves,
Nothing new blooms for me,
It's passed along,
Carried by the force of us all,
Of us all,
And those who came before me,
The ones with failing eyes,
Their eyes are mine,
We're all thieves,
Nothing new blooms for me,
It's passed along,
Carried by the force of us all,
Of us all
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8. |
To Ganymede
03:42
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Too much to hold,
Tentacles to rip the ground,
Our fields will choke,
The sun will bend the matter down,
Awaited approach,
The first machines to roam around,
Decisions to go,
Leviathans retreat but now,
You couldn't part,
Everybody acts alone,
Roam to move the time along,
Too much to save from home,
To gather what we thought belonged,
To the moons we go
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9. |
Resident
02:57
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Now you wait for the comatose,
To read through memories,
This open age of last resort,
You’re the one to watch them flee,
Ode to the last ark of men,
Departing as you speak,
Stating that they've ruined man,
It was hard to watch them breathe,
And though you may have swelled with fear,
Before the final sweep,
You are now the only one,
To feel the truth of things,
Is there cause to keep ideas,
Of combined humanity,
How can we all know for sure,
If our knowledge base was weak,
If our knowledge base was weak,
It was enough to be,
It was enough to be
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10. |
Nature Gets Its Way
03:00
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Everyone steady,
The lights have gone low,
Stations and cities,
Function no more,
Everyone steady,
The lights have gone low,
Drearily sleeping,
Laying down on the road,
Down on their own,
Nothing for no one,
An empty show,
No way to travel,
But with no place to go,
No place to go,
This desperate country,
The borders and shores,
Stations and cities glisten,
But function no more,
Function no more
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11. |
All You Can
05:15
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You do all that you can,
But we torched all your plans,
And the lines in the sand go,
When the waves we make,
Break the land,
You'll do all that you can
You'll do all that you can,
We'll let you down,
And wear you out,
Live it down,
Give up now
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