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Automatism
05:35
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I never hear you leave.
I didn't know your other had a name.
Your conscious is heavy with hours at loss,
And memory stretches thin across
The who you are and who you are to blame.
Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less peace.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.
Mind doesn't matter here.
Your thoughts as lost as stones stuck in the sand.
As sure as a promise with fingers in lock
But for safe keeping two of them crossed
To break the promise made by other hand.
Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less peace.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.
As though your safer in the in-between.
Without a fault to find you out.
A sharp divide, the left and right
Pulling you apart.
Maybe this once you're safer if not woken up.
Just once...sleep in.
Just once...stay sound.
Insomniac by name
And yet I caught you sleeping.
A mile away from where you fell in still-less pieces.
Insomniac by name and yet I caught you asleep.
Just once, sleep until morning comes.
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2. |
Whistler
03:05
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Tranquil thanks to sedative.
As the iris contracts it's a welcome distraction.
Fool am I to try and live
Past the date branded in marking the expiration.
I must've heard the whistler.
Whistler doesn't make a sound.
The whitest noise doesn't make a sound.
Feral thanks to seventh sense
It's a heightened awareness a chain of reaction.
Fool am I to grow defensive with a
Character keen on predetermination.
I must've heard the whistler.
Whistler doesn't make a sound.
The whitest noise doesn't make a sound.
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3. |
Triple e.vasive
01:13
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4. |
Delirium
02:56
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5. |
English Army
04:44
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Two hands behind my back and waiting for the axe to fall.
A symbol made for one and all.
Back and forth between the huddled masses.
Walking soft on panes of fragile glass,
and I'm surprised it took this long to find me
I've sang alarms to wake the English armies.
I disappeared again this time in thinner air.
The first one to the drop had fled, forgot that I was there.
One for the night and for the gone but not forgot
Who look behind and find it's best to be caught.
I find on firing lines is where I'm at my tallest yet.
The sweetness of that cigarette.
Up and down the street of smoke and brasses
Lay the low and lowest of the castes
and weaving in and weaving out youll find me
Running circles round the English armies.
I disappeared again this time in thinner air.
The first one to the drop had fled, forgot that I was there.
One for the night and for the gone but not forgot
Who look behind and find it's best to be caught...
...On a firing line, waiting axe to fall, on a cross held centered in city hall.
I disappeared again this time in thinner air.
The first one to the drop had fled, forgot that I was there.
In the disappearance left behind is everything i left for you to find.
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6. |
Hypnic Jerk
04:41
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Lately I've been feeling under the weather.
In fact I seem target to storms overhead.
The days look the same, there are tracings of echoes.
They say I may see these clouds forming again.
A marcher hidden in the Grand Parade.
Kept in step along the way, never missed a beat.
I woke and clouds had formed in deja vu, marchers walking two by two down familiar streets.
Another version of this vision nightly.
Taunted from a world that never will but could be.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
We're without a starting line, a trigger pull, the rhyme or a reason.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
A martyr hidden in the Grand Parade.
Turned to find his own way and was trampled under feet.
I woke to see where I have never been, miles in all directions, not a cloud to compete.
A newer version of this vision daily from those who never settled for a world that could be.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
We're without a starting line, a trigger pull, the rhyme or a reason.
Stay with me, your silence has silenced the others.
And through the speech I feel the cycle broken.
Though not the last of words that went unspoken.
And when they do it starts all over again, until then, they echo on.
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Trip the five alarm.
Thaw the freezer burn.
Fire all cylinders...
C'mon!
I got the megaphone, I see you brought the fuse.
Let's put one end to one and see how it explodes.
Don't ever kid yourself, it's all too personal.
You said the last time out the last time.
Drive the engine home.
Raise the comatose.
March them down the row.
C'mon!
I got the megaphone, I see you brought the fuse.
Let's put one end to one and see how it explodes.
Don't ever kid yourself, it's all too personal.
You said the last time out the last time.
The cause has eroded.
The standing sitting down.
One spark can ignite them.
I've got to look him in the eye.
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8. |
Borders
04:50
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Intoxicated by the foreign and far off.
Just there beyond the view of sights and heights above.
In the time it takes for just one man to scale the walls
Empires built and rebuilt again in time to fall.
Another outline made, another one cut in half.
A bigger barricade, a wall with shadows cast.
I scaled my way until a break in the wall
Still beyond my reach.
Drawn lines on opposite sides of the borders.
Drawn lines and not a one to cross.
I've heard the words of shades, deeper than all I had seen.
Traveled to several walls, all had a similar reveal.
Although it's all monochromatic above we've colored in our sand.
Drawn lines on opposite sides of the borders.
Drawn lines and not a one to cross.
Intoxicated by the foreign and far off.
Just there, beyond the view of sights and heights above.
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9. |
Metropolis
04:05
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Under the city, I hear them screaming as one.
...So afraid they'll realize.
Built up and pretty, our towers gleaming in sun.
...Reflections shine, glowing bright, in their eyes.
Underneath the Silver City, work the hands of those we've saved.
...There is something to see through the eyes of a riot.
Underneath the Silver City, and we all obey.
Speak revolution, the head has spit on the hands.
...They shake it off as they rise in the air.
Underneath the Silver City, beg the hands of those depraved.
...There is something to see through the eyes of a riot.
Underneath the Silver City, and we all obey.
Underneath the Silver City, push the hands of those enslaved.
...There is something to see through the eyes of a riot.
Underneath the Silver City, and we all obey.
Temples and towers all burned to the ground.
Tower society burned to the ground.
Temples and towers all burned to the ground.
Tower society burned to the ground.
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