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Time Traveling...
01:32
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Animalism (Parts 1-3)
16:38
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Black, pillars and plumes
Climb the sky and cocoon
Architectural tombs
We left, everything that we owned
In our ill-fated homes
While the bright sirens droned.
Climbing the hills as the exiled,
Leaving the fire for the wild.
Left, bound to never return
Our culture has burned
Since the residents turned.
We built, until the earth fought us back
Hunted down by the pack
under skies painted black.
Human progress in shambles.
Slaughtered by the animals.
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Grasping, a future intangible
And now, we are the animals.
Grasping, this future intangible
And now, we are the animals.
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Blanket
03:20
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So warm, I can’t seem to throw you away
Because I’m cold, you bring back my yesterday
But on your face there’s a burn from a cigarette
And it’s still burning
Well, something’s gotta break
I can’t seem to shake this
Holding on to something stale, so stale
Soft and blue, oh you feel just as I do
And all my strength,
she took it in her arms
And in its place
there’s a screaming I can’t stop
But I could never stop it, no
Oh you keep my sanity
No you reap my sanity
You don’t keep me warm anymore
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She’s got a lot to say
But she’s looking now to sell
She wastes the day away
In her colored duct tape cell.
The figments in her head
Lock the door and throw the key
“Who needs friends,” she says
“With such lovely enemies?”
She says,
“There’s no place I’d rather be
Living imperceptibly.
There’s no place I’d rather find
Either way I wouldn’t mind.”
She’s got a lot to say
But no one to say it to.
She’s lying to herself.
But can’t prove that it’s not true.
She’s hatching secret plans.
No one buys them anyway.
She has a time machine
But it will leave her yesterday.
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Sometimes she finds it worthwhile
To rewind and re-find her smile
The good times, the bad times she recalls
Prior to the fire that started it all.
She goes back in time again
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There is something lodged into her head
She can’t fish it out
The tools are underneath her bed
In the house burning down
It burns away,
“But everything is okay.”
Stranded and astray,
“But everything is okay.”
There are no family or friends
To hold back this girl
Each insurmountable wave is a drop in an ocean on top of
her world, and still she’ll say “Everything is okay.”
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Somewhere on East A Street
Standing there, five-foot-three,
With such sad words
So rehearsed
Her car’s “breaking down” each day
Calamity pays her way
Innocent trade in
Expression
She waves with a crooked smile
Cavalier in grace and style.
Residents speculate
They’re living in a dangerous place
Well, at night
Maybe they’re right.
I can feel the wolf’s disguise
Being pulled over my eyes
And down it floats
Around my throat
…But when the day fades
She’ll be waiting in the shade
With a rusted, old switch-blade.
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E. A St. Part IX. Grey
03:59
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She had a look I could not ignore
Kind eyes soft lips and so much more
A fragile touch that could tame
the wildest beast
So baffled by her beauty
Appearances are misleading
I'll tell you that
Don't be naive it’ll set you back
Eyes blind to what our hearts desire
She has a tongue fit for politics
I tell you, friend, it’s sadistic
She's so grey up in her head
But her favorite color is crimson red
And that’s all I seem to see today
She had me in so many ways
How can she go on living this life?
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Something in her eyes
Spoils the surprise
The switch is pulled, gears spin free,
revolving round, unstintingly
What is worse, her apathy?
Or the way she digs into me?
Her heart is like this floor
Cold, hard, decor.
Tumble down, into the black
Below the boards,
to never come back
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E. A St. Part XII. .IIX
00:42
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“There’s no place I’d rather be
Living imperceptibly.
There’s no place I’d rather find
And either way I wouldn’t mind.”
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Exit 84
04:34
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I packed my bags and left
The city lights
The world had its way with me
And it was time to find another life
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Drops of rain slithered down
The windshield glass
The trees and mountains faded in,
Into my foggy view at last.
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Alone upon this mountain home
The air was free
Months and months crept by until
I could see
The peaceful tranquility, was nothing more
Than a lawless chaotic mess, just like before.
I packed my bags and left
The mountain’s heart
To live on the forest’s edge
The middle ground, to once again restart.
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Deprivation
04:08
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Bombs
fall like bread crumbs to the ground
Detonate without a sound
A silent counsel from the crown.
And so, the rumors whispered in our ears,
Incomplete and insincere,
Fueling ignorance with fear.
This is a deprivation
Withholding information
from everyone
We, the naive, still receive
Our opinions and beliefs
From the federal factories
Until, this old opposition’s grown
Financial empire overthrown
We’ll have to find it on our own
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