1. |
Shortsighted
04:57
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Blurred is the view
and unclear the perception.
The goal is short, unreachable.
But I see perfection.
Rain, rain away all my fantasies,
all the melodies.
Rain, rain away all the fallen dreams
and see everything
the way I do.
Break the frozen surface
and let me see the clouds.
Nothing that a fire
can't take and retake.
What was that
in the rain?
My time in the rain.
In the rain.
My time is shortened
in the rain.
Rain, rain away all my fantasies,
all the melodies.
Rain, rain away all the fallen dreams
and see everything.
Rain, rain away all the fallen dreams
and see everything
the way I do.
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2. |
Masquerade
05:03
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I'm just counting the days since you left me.
I'm just counting the days since you left me.
Can't hold the weight
I'm afraid I've lost
the only chance to obtain
a muse, because I've abused
the only way.
Staring down to see nothing
but looking away
I see myself looking away.
Tearing the mask to reveal
someone that doesn't belong here
so I wait
for something to rescue me.
Too many voices
to count.
No replies, no replies.
Cannot think of a way to travel backwards.
An emotional escapade has the door locked
and I'm kneeling but my ways are not appealing.
I'm bleeding.
The hole in my chest continues feeding.
The hole in my chest continues feeding.
Staring down to see nothing
but looking away
I see myself looking away.
Tearing the mask to reveal
someone that doesn't belong here
so I wait
for something to rescue me.
This hole in my chest continues feeding.
This hole in my chest continues feeding.
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3. |
Level 8
03:13
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4. |
Static Calluses
04:51
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All the way again I follow
without all the wishes
whispered to me so I go.
Master of circus bring me a good word.
Master of circus may I have another?
May I have another?
The answer is no.
Given one more chance but will
has calluses.
My will has calluses rupturing the core.
One more waltz.
It's getting rough around the edges
of the canvas where I sleep
Stories getting harder to believe.
It's more than a push of
the limit for me.
I accept no sympathies.
All the wishes whispered to me so I go.
Master of circus bring me a good word.
Master of circus may I have another?
May I have another?
The answer is no.
Given one more chance but will
has calluses.
My will has calluses rupturing the core.
Calluses, my will has calluses rupturing the core.
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5. |
Feed the Chaos
04:50
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All the way to sea
with only one purpose is you and I.
Carry me across a special delivery.
The river runs deep with a silhouette
carrying the boat.
Only my reflection sees the light.
A need to feel the loneliness
only lasts for so long.
The new way is bold.
but old is the true way...
The rudder doesn't know.
If it's at the end what am I to see?
The rudder doesn't know.
With a silhouette
carrying the boat.
Only my reflection sees the light.
A need to feel the loneliness
only lasts for so long.
Casting it aside now invisible,
An acute perception is all,
all that's left.
It is what I chose to ignore.
All the bones I leave to collect
only feed the chaos, only feeds the chaos,
feeds the chaos, defeats the chaos...
Feed me.
Only chaos can truly feed me.
Fully feed me
with a silhouette
carrying the boat.
Only my reflection sees the light.
A need to feel the loneliness
only lasts for so long.
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6. |
One Way
04:42
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Slowly the decay eats at the willingness
for the last time. For the last time.
With a rush of blood,
kicking through the thick,
winding up the seconds,
and alive, so alive in ecstasy.
No way around it
when two emotions in disagreement
together become one.
All the words to stay grounded
and clear-headed with intuition
is thrown out
with a rush of blood,
kicking through the thick,
winding up the seconds,
and alive, so alive in ecstasy.
Never before have gone this far
and seen the light the same way.
It's wonderful.
Clearing the road and leaving the dust
on an eternal joy waiting to explode.
Explode!
Slowly the decay eats at the willingness
for the last time. For the last time.
With a rush of blood,
kicking through the thick,
winding up the seconds,
and alive, so alive
and alive, so alive in ecstasy.
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7. |
EST. 2019
03:08
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8. |
Three Minutes
05:05
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Let's go.
Just a little bit of patience is what remains.
Took 'em long enough, so I wait for the time unashamed.
And I stand here unaffected by the disarray looming on.
Only three minutes to say goodbye
and I'm flying away, flying away
into the blue, into the new
ocean's night, spacious sky.
Visibility was not the problem.
The words clearly chosen
clearly were what I took away.
So I made a choice and stood in silence.
Only way to lie only way to hide in plain sight,
in plain sight.
Only three minutes to say goodbye
and I'm flying away, flying away
into the blue, into the new
ocean's night, spacious sky.
Thunder and ashes become my shadow
falling sky is all I'll ever know of you.
Falling sky is all I'll ever know of you.
Thunder and ashes become my shadow
falling sky is all I'll ever know of you.
Only three minutes and no goodbye
now I'm flying away, flying away
into the blue, into the new
ocean's night, spacious sky.
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9. |
The Grand Finale
05:20
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A crowd of whisperers on the sill to see the grand finale.
And all across the sky I see a streak of memories.
The light is blinding.
A beautiful release of sympathies.
The energy's wasted, no longer needed.
and now it's come to:
Burn.
We burn bright as the light of day,
bright as the light of day.
Burn, we burn bright as the light of day.
The fire, the flames, the fire, the flames.
A part of me departs from me
immortalized infinitely
in a sea of doubt, a calming sea.
After the burning storm that's
coming closer, on the move,
to embrace what I choose.
No regrets, no atonement,
just a flash...
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I'm coming home bright as the light of day.
The fire, the flames
feel the way I go, I go.
Feel the way I go.
I'm coming home bright as the light of day.
Bright as the light of day.
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10. |
Nature's Clock
01:48
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11. |
Wide Eyed Dragonfly
06:02
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Water rabbit, water rabbit
in a pond valley inside a mountain path.
I was there, I was there, I was there.
The humble thinking turtle
with the broken wings
prepares for take-off.
An open window seat,
looking down at the rule book.
Just because I sleep doesn't make it all a dream.
The paradox that holds my hand turns off the oxygen.
I am ready.
The trees illuminate the only route
becomes a scale of black and white
and all the colors fly.
I was there, I was there, I was there.
And the dragonfly wishing to be a man above everything.
An open window seat,
looking down at the rule book.
Just because I sleep doesn't make it all a dream.
The paradox that holds my hand turns off the oxygen.
I am ready for the war, for the war, for the war.
The paradox that holds my hand turns off the oxygen.
I am ready.
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