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Colors and Clockwork
03:16
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Crash and turn on,
Comes out in waves,
The sun crawls, around ledge, along the walls,
Ignites the sky, as we fall.
Alive from, touching her gums, hang my head,
Hours carved in stone,
Through carnival, and things she said,
Drowning in the warmth,
The crowded lonesome bed of our loss.
We are lost.
I can’t remember, I can’t recall,
The words in the paper, or on the wall,
The hollows were blurry, the paint was marked in blight,
And everyone just closed their eyes,
When we woke, not a thing was black or white.
Now that the verdict’s guilty,
And our hearts aren’t tied in the glow,
All I have is my…
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2. |
Lullaby
03:51
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Sunday morning, feel impartial to masquerade,
Lie in bed, and contemplate what I’ve done.
Candy wrappers, and dirty boxes fill my head,
I’m in love, but I can’t feel it anymore.
A lesson in conscience, a pattern of nonsense, a thorn in my pride.
There are pictures at home, of life before I was born,
Before home, and throne,
Before eyes laid upon, someone to call your own,
Before dreams of life, and lullaby.
How did I get here just to fuck up this time?
Go on, and burn.
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3. |
In a Hall of Mirrors
04:06
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Leave it for the birds I fear that I don’t care anymore,
Leave it for the birds I fear, I don’t care, I don’t, anymore.
I’m tired of having my wings torn.
Now everybody hears it when I say, fuck the charlatan life,
Hail the reckoning through cameras and lights,
May the last king fall like never before,
A pack of rabid dogs in a candy store.
See the martyrs as they move down the line,
See it come back around and warm my eyes,
See the children stare at the blood in your hands,
For a moment we felt like better men.
How long can this go on?
They’ll start to whisper in factions, and then in lines,
Holding their cards, and telling their lies,
Preaching they care, curling their tongues,
Sharpen their stares, and mouthing their words,
Biding their time,
Till it falls, till we rise,
Till it all starts over again.
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4. |
vi
04:55
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Listen to the radio waves,
Swim through the disdain,
The long forsaken in crimson and violet have grown.
Preachers in tribal lines,
Read from unwritten prophets,
Decrees of their logic in three letter words.
Die for the sun.
A hive of our thoughts in the dark,
Tribulate.
Bots that watch from the sky,
Birds full of mox,
They terrorize, and have a mind of our own.
Everyone falls for the bate,
Now that the truth is a concept,
A mark of the onset, to feast on the worms.
Power in spades.
A way to control in the dark,
Tribulate.
Blind believers in droves,
March through the tide,
Blood from a stone,
Should they be wrong,
They’ll never know,
Scarlet divide,
Strong as an oak,
Others look on,
Shy from approach,
Recoil inside,
Cling to the ghost.
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5. |
The Hourglass
04:49
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So long, pink lit stone,
Paint my eyes, desert gold,
When they’re closed, I’ll always be warm.
Hello bright, blue lit frame,
I say, gray foam laced body of brine,
Take me over, and show me what’s fake,
The clouds or the sky,
Or the stars I chase,
Seems I’m alone,
But I’m awake.
Help me, I saw, cars underwater by the bridge,
They were sinking softly, like caskets in the dark beneath the wind.
Help me, I saw, cars underwater by the bridge,
I felt the concrete crumble, and break up into parts under my skin,
I saw the cars roll back, come crashing in, I swear.
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