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Amygdala
04:08
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Spoke of what it's like and now I can't hide
that I like you so much better in the 'morn-time.
Can I help that I feel this way?
I'll take you while I can, but I'll never get enough
to make you clear.
I thought it once before, now I hold it dear
that there's nobody else like me here.
I can't help the way I am
and I wouldn't like to anyway.
I shoot for the stars, but the bullet never hits the sights.
I try and I try and I try but I never get it right,
but someday I might.
Fem-wed, the bottoms sent, I have no marrow.
What is this hiding in the bridge by the walk-way?
Somethings off now and it's getting worse
when it wasn't before.
Now my fingers are shaking and the fire is cold
I'm told there's no sorrow when you follow
or get away, but everyone pays.
So why'd you find me just to bind me?
I gave away until I heard you say
"I want to break free."
Spoke of what it's like and now I can't hide
that I like you so much better in the morning-time.
Can I help that I feel this way?
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2. |
Causality
03:46
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Let go, echo through time.
A fabric of us combined.
You say that nothing really matters.
But then why do you bother coming over here
all the time,
every time?
All said, it turned out just fine
when you feed me a line of your lies.
What was said I cannot recall,
but I know the feeling of the fall:
it's like stitches across the place
that you ripped out.
We found that what we're really made of
is nothing of consequence,
but I still knew about you.
And now, nothing is sweet,
'cause I found something sweeter than I had before
I knew about you.
I'm stuck in the middle, baby.
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3. |
Vectors
03:31
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I wanted a direction, I got down--
this motion of descent deserves a crown.
I gave the universe my willing "OK" consent--
I wanted help, it gave me punishment.
We're going down into a pit.
Into a lake of fire, into a crypt.
We're falling across timelines
for multiples of lifetimes
of suffering with you;
it's just a loop we all go through
again and again and again
into a crypt,
but such is life.
We're falling for lifetimes
across multiples of timelines
of suffering.
Now I walk into the fading rays of the somnolent sun
and I see the road of ruin as it comes on.
It's because of my sign that I mistrust you;
it makes me see when I don't want to,
but I still do.
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4. |
Helios
05:11
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I can't see you in the dark;
endless night without a star.
Your hear beating let's me know you're there,
but then I see what's going on
in the dawn--the sun.
I see the world for it's lies;
a pair of blinders for the eyes
that burn away in the day
and show things for what they really are.
And with you nearer, I see you clearer,
I see you for what you really are
in the sun, but my sun has gone.
Life is a border, and I faced the other side
that was concealed in the night.
I tried to save you, but I was burned alive
when you were revealed in the light
of the sun.
Body and soul,
cinder and coal,
embers ignited in the day.
Burned in it's rays,
baptized in it's flames,
reborn in the light of the sun.
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5. |
Whaler
03:51
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I'd be a a whaler to run you through,
'cause you are the white and I am the blue
that surrounds you.
You give in, I give back,
it's what we do,
and I lose the anger I was holding onto.
Water of a lover;
business again,
then you go and ruin my sheets.
Always a leaker, the sea,
must have been birthed by you.
Still, I try to make ways to hold onto
the waves from a typhoon.
Field, I am the wind that whips you around,
'till I am a storm that pulls you from the ground.
And if you are the calm that always breaks,
then I am the rain that fills your lakes.
Water-lover;
business again, then you
go and flood my streets .
Always a leaker, the sea
was made by me and you.
Still, I try to make ways to hold onto
the waves from a typhoon.
Water of a lover,
business again, then I
go and flood your streets.
Always a leaker, the sea
was made by me and you.
Still, I try to make ways to hold onto
the waves from a typhoon.
Yes, I try to make ways to hold onto you.
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6. |
Motion
04:35
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Waiting at 1am for what I've been wishing for.
Lonely, going thin.
Is it the circumstances that make me so restless?
There's so much more I need.
Can I make it happen?
Can I make it work?
Mourner, I'm loner.
I'm sick of the image draped across my shoulders.
I'm not feeling myself,
but I'm being myself,
and here I am dealing with myself.
I don't like it;
having an image of me that's not really me.
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7. |
Spirals
05:21
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Anger is burning and turning me away.
Taken too far, buried inside, and shoved deep down.
It festers, it gnaws, it bothers, it claws.
It's growing in me and I have to learn to let it go,
it's going slow.
It's saying no,
'cause man does that shit grow.
Tension, reaction.
Spiraling without direction.
Like the monster I am I lash out for no reason
just to cut you down,
and then I wonder why you're not around.
When you feel it burning, let it fade away.
It's no biggie, let it go and chill.
There's no reason to freak out over so many little things,
they're just little things
pulling your strings.
Here in the center of a spiraling storm,
here in the calm you should reflect on losing control.
Composure, exposure.
You're so sure, you're unsure.
It will hurt you so much more before
you finally learn to let it go,
but man does that shit grow.
It's hard to see the change when it's so slow.
Come on, come nearer,
let me hold you like a mirror.
Be the face that I see instead of my own
and break me from my shell,
because I love you much more than myself.
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