1. |
found
03:18
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2. |
not even wrong
02:50
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You come to me with a false self-esteem.
It's a clear case of thinking astray.
Sure you mean well,
but you don't mean anything at all.
I understand,
but your reasoning is suspect. Yeah.
You're not even wrong. (repeat)
You think you know. (repeat)
Believable not rational. (repeat)
Will not. (repeat)
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3. |
abacus
01:13
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Measuring thoughts. Comparing notes.
Does it add up? I have different results.
No one agrees. It’s not just me.
Does it add up, when it never results?
Nothing adds up to nothing.
Nothing adds up to nothing.
I only wanted something.
Something thats mine.
Somewhere, sometime.
Something thats mine.
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4. |
pyschistential
01:28
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Psychic, psychic, pyschic, psychistential.
Feeling, fearing, I am, pyschistential.
I fear because I'm free.
But every future I still see.
And I'm scared of what I know.
A free fate but scared I'll fail.
Psychic, psychic, psychic, psychistential.
Can't escape my freedom.
But I still see the ends.
Can't escape my freedom.
But I still see the ends.
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5. |
dead end
02:25
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Pattern occuring,
You better take control.
Power erroding,
Bad rhythms take their toll.
Pattern is blurring,
There's no light in this hole.
I don't want to wait.
Well.
Tonight I get to do the same.
So, then stop.
There's no excuses,
You need to change lanes.
You see that dead end.
What are you doing?
Parallel roads that could be yours.
Throughout all these idle years,
You've missed signs.
Well I've made mistakes; never been myself.
Without power to shift gear,
Would you arrive?
There's a dead end waiting.
Landscape inaction.
You are the catalyst in a chain reaction.
Parallel lives disappear.
It doesn't make sense.
You shouldn't be here.
You better take control and react to your body's mirror.
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6. |
death knell
03:19
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I can see the distance.
To the sun we're all alone.
Only privy to ourselves.
Extinction and fortunes won.
You don't have to wait for me.
You can always live without
Knowing how to be happy.
Take a moment listen to
Yourself is not a clear mirror.
Deception is all the same.
But we don't have to stay here,
You can never live without death.
Here we are. Here we are.
Here we are. Here we are.
Oblivious. Oblivious.
Oblivious. Oblivious.
Here we are. Here we are.
Here we are. Here we are.
Oblivious. Oblivious.
Oblivious. Oblivious.
You don't have to wait for me.
You can always live without
Knowing how to be happy.
Take a moment listen to
Yourself is not a clear mirror.
Deception is all the same.
But we don't have to stay here,
You can never live without death.
Here we are. Here we are.
Here we are. Here we are.
Oblivious. Oblivious.
Oblivious. Oblivious.
Here we are. Here we are.
Here we are. Here we are.
Oblivious. Oblivious.
This body is my witness.
In the end we're all alone.
This is all we've ever known.
Existence and past cultures.
This body is my witness.
This is all we've ever known.
In the end we're all alone.
Existence and past cultures.
This body is my witness.
In the end we're all alone.
This body is my witness.
In the end we're all alone.
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7. |
di/vision
02:13
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I got this vision. In my mouth.
It tastes like something I want to care about.
It doesn't take a kind of miracle.
When your vision fades there's nothing to say.
Fade, fade, fade, fade, fade, fade.
There's a missing attraction in my mind.
Always on the other side of the divide.
It feels like some things never change.
Part of the whole should be rearranged.
This is what happens you've been tied.
Always on the other side of the divide.
I sense a wall, I sense a wall.
I censor what, I seem to fall.
Divide, divide, divide, divide, divide.
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8. |
5150
03:12
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As your lover, Please take over.
I think you should, Give in to me.
Your other self. The stronger you.
Give in to me. Head into deep.
Don’t confine me. If my mind wanders.
Don’t come find me.
I used to weep. Now I scream.
I’m still alone. Looking through.
Stains run deep.
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9. |
tar
01:47
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How come I feel numb?
I'm going home. I'm going home.
I don't feel right.
Trusting you. It's not voodoo.
Complicate. Negligence. Drugs delay. Prescription.
How come I'm worse off?
I trust your skill. To heal the ill.
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10. |
foreign
02:57
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I don't really wanna run away,
It's only a little make believe
Actually I want to settle down.
As long as I still get around.
I still need to get around.
It's ok, but stagnate, heartache is my complaint.
But I can't complain. No.
I don't want to be so foreign...
To myself, I know need to learn.
Get this will under control,
I gotta run run run run everyday.
So the past has a jazz and the jazz will stay.
(So my jazz has a past)
Can't rely on myself. Can't stop repeating the same.
It's scary, to live foreign.
Can't rely on myself. Can't stop repeating the same.
It's scary, to live foreign.
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11. |
nerves
02:26
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You can take my body for you own.
Control all the nerves and the bones.
I control my love when I'm alone.
Who'll control my love when I'm gone?
???
You control my body on your own.
I control my love when I'm alone.
Do you care if I'm found?
???
Nerves and bones.
???
Control you're senses. Control your nerves. Nerves and bones. Nerves and bones.
???
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12. |
chthonic
01:59
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Yah, it's in my nature.
Well, I think it's nurtured.
But I cannot sit by and waste here.
Yah, I have a lot to learn.
And, I know when I am wrong.
Control is just a term, unless I make my body learn.
A future, a future, a future, a future.
I don't know if I can do this.
I don't know how strong my will is.
When I lack so much feeling.
But I have so much guilt.
I need, to terminate my demons.
Whip, habits that will free me.
When it feels like I have nowhere safe to go.
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