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Metamorph
07:50
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Walking out across the pavement, 20 years ago, meant more to a naive boy then he could surely know.
Don't believe it, a bit, in the end. It's mutiny, you'll see, that
noise will be your only friend.
Funny how we nearly lit the world. Those flames, they came, too busy to notice that it' rained. ~
~Hey the last traces of yourself, they will ring of shadow and long lost wealth...
In his head, there's no need for a mirror...
In his head, nothing ever happened then...~
Long before there was a notion of despair, he believed in epiphanies that were never there.
Oh this soft bliss, such a bastard son (sun). It's mutiny, you'll see, that noise will be a loaded gun.
Funny how we clearly gave a damn. Those flames, they came, too busy to notice that it rained~
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Blood Oven
05:15
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Spinning plates, in my mind, make cheap sport with what they find.
Repeat the word, sound out that phrase, trap my whole world, inside a maze.~
~I can't fight that itch
and when it's gone, it's still right there.
When the night falls and the path breaks in two,
will it make way, or will a circle ensue? ~
Death, and War, Fear, and Pain, don't mean shit to this brain
These small things pass right through.
My DNA, will make it new.~
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I watch you drink your drink quite slow. The coffee lingered on your lips.
And suddenly, carelessly you spoke. I read the language through your hips.
We're stuck in time, we're stuck in limbo, and I never want to leave.
The purple gloss it fades from your toe, and the caffeine plants it's seed. ~
~And if we leave, we won't be back. Call me crazy or just down.
So I sit here, and I shut my eyes. I won't make a sound~
I watch your back as you turn slowly, feeling that careful tinge of pain.
I'm sure I then said something silly. Your head goes down as you walk away~
You wave as your right foot leaves the door. Will i see that hand again?
And I sing softly to the floor. I can't pull up my chin.
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Up But Horizontal
04:19
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Fort Jingle-Bed Screen
05:09
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Mess of a Nest
06:23
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Could this be another time? One in which I understand. Can't you tell?
The backdrop's fell. It's no secret what's divine~
~And the dawning of the day is deafening. Hello. wake up. join the grind.
And if my make up were the way it used to be, I wouldn't have to lose my mind.~
Swear to God, the clock is stuck. Shifting, lying, breaking up.
Can't you see? This travesty. I'm trying not to give a fuck.~
Could this be another place? One in which I could recall.
It's groundhog's day. That's what some say. There's constant barking in my face.~
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Chambers
12:05
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She hid it well, with grit and grace
Fire quelled, and name's replaced
Under lock and key
But this hole, it tears each day
Isolation and the games we play
And the beat goes on, and the fiddler plays
And the beat goes on, and the fiddler plays~
~Through the veil, answers remain
Without a form, you'll only feel disdain
Reflections will shine from where you came
Through the void, a blur of an age
The looking glass becomes a cage
Reflections will end with a turn of a page~
She focuses on tempered notes
The dusty way in which it floats
In and out of space
A hollow sight, lost if you may
Isolation and the games we play
And the beat goes on, and the fiddler plays
And the beat goes on, and the fiddler pays
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99 Spirits Columbus, Ohio
3 + 3 + 3 is 9
99 is not the sum
100 is too much!
Only 3
Festering.
Can you hear the sound?
I'm asking for a friend.
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