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Collapsing Stars
03:56
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Collapsing stars
We’ve witnessed unnerving signs, frozen rivers, unnatural lights, calamities unfolding around us,
Bear witness to the brigade of the forward thinking followers of impractical ideals,
They won’t rest until we know there’s nothing they can do,
We’re chasing ghosts of our old ways, Haunted by all the things they say,
Collapsing stars - we’ll never see them together again,
We’ll fly the tattered remnants,
Too late for peaceful strides, inhuman on either side,
The heroes on our shoulders are skeletal remains,
We’re chasing ghosts of our old ways, abandon those who get in our way,
Full of heritage, full of hate, a marketplace that will not abate.
Corner the coroner, try to be first in line,
We’ve done nothing but place the IV in her arm,
Corner the coroner, there was only foul play,
We’ve done nothing but to attach the lethal injection,
Too late for peaceful strides, inhuman on either side,
The heroes on our shoulders are skeletal remains,
Full of heritage, full of hate.
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The Others
03:37
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Watching from afar, witnesses of countless horrors, fathers of the land you trample,
Counting out the blessings given and taken by force, thieves of good will,
Candy coated poison, elegant violence, cowards of unending clans,
Fly away like promises that’ll never be fulfilled,
Genocide, deeply ingrained in your every scripture,
It’s not the actions of a few, they all went for the ride,
Troubles float away, when you take the face,
Of those in your way, Others have no names,
Tear it off, pull the skin from the bone, count the lives before you collateral,
There’s no pained expression on those without faces, they can only cry tears of blood,
History has been all too kind to your kind, we only fear - what can stop you now,
The spoils go to the spoiled, and the crumbs to those who remain.
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Wings of heaven, black as rock, a plague like wind, swooping down,
Paralyzing eyes, extending talons, you turn your head, you’re carried away,
It won’t be long 'til they turn their faces to you,
Caught up in your own survival, forgot they hunger too,
(they hunger too)
Withered fields, eternal hunger, the only choice remaining, to lay down and die,
It won’t be long 'til you can’t run anymore,
Bowing to the desolation, in the end it claims us all,
Wake up and smell the smoke of the village burning down all around you,
Flushed into the dusk light as ash falls like flakes of snow,
Wings of heaven, black as rock, paralyzing eyes, you’re carried away,
Gale force winds are swirling as they call your name, blackness like night eternal, then starts the heavy rain,
Save us, pull the claws from our spines, from our filth, just save us now
In the end it claims us all.
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Carved Faces
03:39
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An entourage of pleading glares, do something now or forever hold your peace,
Calculate their time remaining, arbitrarily while considering lunch,
Can’t look at their carved faces, knowing how it ends for most,
Can’t apologize to hollow eyes, soon I’ll be haunted by their ghosts,
A sliver of hope digging deeper within, so far beneath the skin it festers,
If you look away maybe it’ll be gone, the next time you peer the knife is at your throat,
Can we trade places, you beg with your boney hands, wrapped around my summer tan,
Can we swap faces, yours with the proper curves, just one more time, listen to me,
I don’t recognize the person in the mirror, my skin hangs, stretched too thin,
I don’t pride myself on anything, but surviving another night, when does this end,
I don’t recognize those who loved me, always waiting for the awful news,
Another day a disappointment, but soon my loves, very soon, this will all end,
Can’t look at my carved face, knowing how it ends for me,
Can’t apologize for my eyes, soon it’s my ghost you’ll see.
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Rotten Seeds of Faith
04:10
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Pave the highway with the souls that you lost, save the masses from their own natural desires,
Then save them again,
Plant the seeds, seeds of shame deep inside, 'til you have their minds,
Call to the altar, to the altar 'til their pockets get washed clean,
Pick the meat off the bones, 'til she’s got nowhere else to go,
Your blessing is coming, blessing is coming if you’d just make believe,
Make believe - Find time for crimes that look so squeaky clean - Bend over backwards to keep your good name,
But if there’s really a judge, you should be afraid,
If there were really a judge, your coffins would be laid,
We plant our seeds, seeds of faith, worth much less than the powerball,
It never returns, never returns, but you come around twice a year,
We can’t get it back but we move on, as we learn more about right from wrong,
The road is calling, road is calling, I bet you’re out there somewhere,
Somewhere - You’ll find those who don’t see the love in the offering,
But you have to fall asleep with that on your mind,
Someday you’ll see the headlights that never leave your sight,
Jaded followers who stuffed the envelopes until your pockets overflowed - Come calling,
Let her hair droop, let your cheeks sag, the fake tan melts away as you wipe your spittle with that pocket square, this time the blood stains it, and it can’t be washed out,
Your rotten seeds have bloomed, where you hoped they would decay,
and now you’ll eat their rancid fruit,
Save them again - Bend over backwards to keep your good name,
We’ve seen the truth and now you’ll eat the fruit.
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A cave is no place for our evolved state of being, we watch the primates with a whole new level of disdain,
Drag your knuckles, Eat your offspring,
You’ll never see the towers, you’ll never smell the flame,
Forward thinking, Neanderthals,
(We are) Forward thinking, (We are) Neanderthals,
A business is no place for the fairer of the species, we keep a close watch under our protruding brows,
We’ve come a long way from our earliest of days,
We’ve made enough progress,
You want the fountain of youth, we want to hold on to our truth,
We’ll never scale that fence,
Cut off your tails, shave your faces,
You’ll never scale the summit, you’ll never taste the wind,
A courtroom is no place for a pair of X chromosomes, decisions are made by those who let their reproductive organs think for them,
We’re insulted, your desires, fall so far from…from your place in this world,
We use the fire, we roll the wheels,
Progress dies while we live, progress dies while we live.
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Model for the Mass Grave
02:27
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Behind unblemished eyes, unaware of the agendas,
Preying on innocent lives, placing them in the crossfire,
While - your flock eats it up,
They’ll miss every sign, blinded by the fear that should be driving them on,
False ideals swallowed whole as they step across the shoulders of those who clearly see,
It’s not a noble purpose (you said we would be saving them)
That fuels your fire (but now the curtains are drawn)
How can we survive, when you keep pushing them to the front of the lines,
Innocent lives - hold them up like a shield,
While - the arrows rain down,
Turn away, look away from the seventeen thousand for the incomparable one,
Paint them in a field of flowers, virtuous as they stand on a mass grave,
Blood on the pens, (on the pens) the rule of heartless men, (heartless men)
Save the few, sacrifice the many, never be swayed, place him high,
A model for the mass grave.
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Pull out your token, it always goes this way, let your guard down, and expect the change,
Ignore the fires, chemical warfare in the streets, with the shades drawn we can all show our happy teeth,
Bring your friends on over, referral discounts for every set of legs, watch them swim the same infested waters,
Popsicles and broken souls, cry together to advance, when does the scale ever speak of the balance you preach,
Pull out another gadget, they always seem to say, on the next release, it’ll be better than before,
Grind a little harder, pick up that side hustle and you’ll see, no one can stand in your way,
Don’t fall behind the Joneses, you’ll become what you hate, an average breed of consuming swine,
Popsicles and broken souls, cry apart but know your worth, when does the scale ever speak of the balance that they preach,
Weigh the cost benefits, chip in another two percent, before you were this happy, you were content,
Popsicles and broken souls, cry apart but not alone, we know the skeletons never speak.
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Fleeced Wolves
03:50
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I'll kill the voice of reason, bury it's mouth in the stones, I'll fight for no one, comforted by the silence of the night,
Be it lonely, a path paved only,
Through burst capillaries, and broken ankles,
Cold days ahead, but I believe everything he said,
Caught in a feeling - Of self righteousness
You can’t grasp his meaning - You can’t throw the first stone
You wanna be spared, then you shouldn’t be scared,
The greatest liars never show themselves,
All the useless studies done in jest, to spite his words, come falling,
I’ll kill this so called conscious, neglect the gut when I know it’s wrong,
Confirm my bias over and over until it becomes my truth,
Dark days ahead, I must believe everything he said,
Where are we now, searching for faces in the crowd, supposed to be wolves, but I can't shake the feeling I've been fleeced, don't leave me now, I've come so far,
I've killed it all like you said, my old life, nothing but embers, and I'll wait for your message, while the sky turns dark I'll wait and watch.
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The Wanderers
03:48
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Life - Begins at suffering, consumed by the grind, when everything you learned prepared you for unattainable fantasy,
Shattered reality, waves of memories bringing you back to the dirt,
We will all be - Consumed by the knowledge,
Soon we’ll all be - Too far behind,
Count us among the lost,
Many have crossed the rainbow road, shunning the darkness that shadows their souls,
Many have taken the paths paved in smooth stone, only to find their answers still unknown,
Life - Ends when you give in to the hoax of nihilism, believing beauty and purpose are to be owned,
Can we all find - All consuming peace,
Or will we all be - Too far behind,
Count us among the wanderers,
We find the best company, buried in the minds of the meek,
Don’t cast aside, value like you would your own life,
Cautionary tales,
Placement is not promised, neither your days, you can stand in the way of progress,
you can swallow your fear, pave your own way,
We are the wanderers, searching for our place.
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11. |
The Others (reprise)
01:09
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Fly away like promises that’ll never be fulfilled,
Genocide, deeply ingrained in your every scripture,
It’s not the actions of a few, they all went for the ride.
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12. |
Atrophied Lungs
05:20
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Baseless allegations, crimson fish swimming in your stream of prose, always gone your way,
Distract us all from the conscious that’s buried, deep inside your fleshy shell,
Reward, again and again, ‘til you burst at the seams, don’t hesitate to find reasons you can’t cope, any struggle, brought your way, always an excuse, never in your life, will you find, the slightest sign, a motive,
Faceless Stockholm Syndrome, cursed at birth, taken hostage by your mind, the webs you weave, tangled, paralyzed, unable to crawl out, you can’t outrun the demons in your mirror, shattered glass,
Bones covered in skin, nothing more, a slave to your sin, expectations,
But do you - want to be what you see everywhere else, you’ve got to break the concrete off your brain,
Can you even breathe through lungs that have atrophied, I’ll keep pulling the chain, so you’ll stay by my side,
if you ever wake I’ll be waiting.
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EL CARO North Carolina
Red Herrings swimming in your blood stream, foundations built on fallacies,
Troubles float
away, when you take the face,
Of those in your way, Others have no names
We were the parasite, we were the plague
The human virus, sweeping in like a wave of violent apathy
A step of faith into a pit of snakes
A mirror for your hate. A microscope for what you love
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