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All Father
05:08
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It happens all the fucking time, the reality of turning water into wine. We will continue to surpass expectations, trade dedication for this kingdom. We travel down this road of progress unknown. The mockery of men will not deter us. False thrones, you sit up on your high horse. Forget about the ones down below. They will not destroy us. Here, left to die alone. A bloody mess left by the pseudo- logical hierarchy. Bounding blindly towards the unfaltering crown, take the glory at gunpoint. No need to bow or break us down (Don’t look through the past to pass us down). A prophecy for those hard of hearing (Hear us now, can’t turn this down). You’ll find your grave no more revealing (Brush the dirt off still can’t make out). Locked away but no rabid stray, we’re kept contained. Adorn ourselves with jewels atop this majestic mound. We’re breaking out, can’t stop us now. We’re breaking out. These walls can’t contain us. We’ve almost cornered our escape, now I’ll learn to levitate. No ground will collect me, gravity’s just a hurdle. They try to determine fate. They’ve no room to dictate. I’ve become entrancing, you should marvel me. Instrinsic, my limbs spread out while leaving earth behind me, but heaven won’t be where you’ll find me. The universe will collect me and it will accept me.
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Autopilot
04:10
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My temperature's rising someone call the doctor. But honestly what could he do? There’s been no rest for the madness in me. Jesus Christ, I guess I’ll concede before I forget how to connect again. I’ll bare the crosses of those I’ve infected. A heavier conscience beats. Another four years that I won’t be able to recollect. Saying something over and over again never makes it right. I give credit to those who stand up and fight. But it’s not same when my minds constricted, sinking into it. A slave to all of this. Motionless. I’m bringing out my fathers guns. Turn this battle faster than it begun. Dragging my feet behind me. A new shadow chasing me. Progression is motion. It takes action so it can exist, so a rotting recluse gets no signs other than to stay in motion. There’s a clear drop to your death kind of edge that gets further and further away, when I’m stuck to these walls and neglect the pressing yet fleeting urge to reach out.
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Obsession
03:28
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I need you through and through. I can’t touch you but you’re clutching me.
I need you to hear at last. I can’t touch you but you’re choking me. I’m pleading lungs remember how to breath. The effervescent side of me pleads to feel your embrace. Craving what’s not real. Desperation so clear turns to fear.
Then results in distance. All these shades won’t separate, it’s all one gray.
Tossing, turning until all my sheets rip. I need for you to let me in. I’m shuttering thinking that you and I we just don’t fit. Obsession is the onset of delusion. I crumble like a knife in a gunfight. Your perfume lingers in fragments. And it sizzles up like clockwork, burning like shame on this crooked face. Burning lies turn from red to gray. Surely they slip away like rain and drift off like our salad days. Praise. My mind it skips like a scratched record, it’s forgetting what normal is. Disassemble my conscience.
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Brimming
03:46
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Can I have more? The brim gains a waterfall of excess. Can I guzzle down
a few more handfuls? Maybe then I will finally feel at peace, but peace is relative. When hunger isn’t hunger anymore, need and preference turn to one on the floor. Contempt found where once was content. The threshold raises step by step as I neglect the max of it. I’m fading faster than I thought possible. I’m really too far from mankind. (I’d be lucky to find some signs before I go and die) How long could we survive? There’s no heaven full of ghosts. We live to die and leave just bones. (That’s why I’m barreling towards an end) How long before the cycle begins again. More and more fucking more. Ignore growing pains, exponential change of frame. Why is enough never enough? My eyes call my stomach's supposed bluff. More and more fucking more and more. Then drink until the rest is numb. And fall asleep like my race is won. I’m digging a hole into soil that grows up to my eyes in impulse, enslaved by my urge to overindulge. An insurmountable growth, my flesh feels miles from my fucking bones.
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Synchronicity
02:40
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And then the cycle begins again, as soon as it's finished.
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Untethered
03:30
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The tension wrinkles my fingers into fists. Like concrete, they crumble everything they hit. Some call it a hair trigger, to me there's just no foe that's bigger. No motherfucker I can't disfigure. There's a purpose for everything. I wrestle with the remnants of the good in me to wriggle free from the clutches of this darkness that's painted everything black. Try to revive the angel on my back, but finding air to breathe is now a rarity to me. You made me like this. The horrific monster hellbent on dismembering your kids. Call it a coincidence, call it arrogance. I'll sell what I can and take the downtime in stints. I'll furrow my brow in self preservation sprints. There's no reason I should exist. I could come clean with this thunderstorm inside of me. Will this rage expire? Will this anger retire? Glorious kingdom not meant for me. Will I just turn to stone? Escape from revery.
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Silhouettes
04:25
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Thereʼs a process to my finesse. Itʼs a pain, but I can keep my cravings contained, and myself in check for the most part. I dwell from tree to leaf. These interested eyes painted over the glazed. I think all above all I believe, no reason to repent. You look exquisite. Itʼs the chase that I crave.
Your morals pull you in the direction of who you are. Blindly following their path, however, will lead you wrong. These walls are closing in, the roof is falling down. Somebody get me out.
Pouring and pining its undeniable grace. The speakers say to stay far away. Turning heads has turned mine. Spent days on days diving into your face. This isolated brain boils up every single day when you walk in front of me. Better than a better guess. Arrested ailments make for a
better mend. Nothing more to suggest than choosing my side and forgetting the rest. Tell me to drift off to sleep and to dream of better things. Bringing out my father’s guns. Turn this battle faster than it begun. Tossing, turning until all my sheets rip. I need for you. There’s no heaven full of ghosts, we live to die and leave just bones. Victim to my mistakes, Iʼm healing then Iʼll do it again. I’ve got something to say, it’s bursting right out of me.
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