1. |
Tracing Parallels
03:45
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Awake,
Disarranged.
I stumble for the pen,
without a second left to waste
Start the clocks
and make haste.
The mind will not wait as the words fill the page,
the moments fly by as the ink recreates,
a scene, vivid, but fleeting.
I start from the end and
travel to the beginning
of this dream.
I write it all down,
thinking back to how it looked,
who I met, and what I found.
The images fade so fast,
stirred like the sands
of the savannah
in an old hourglass.
Blurring lines, just play it one more time,
the silhouette remains, the body, the face,
another detail gained, another lost in its place.
Concentrate, there’s only one way you can
live this again, by paper and pen.
Awake,
Disarranged,
struggling to maintain the mainframe,
hold time in place.
The light from the sky
travels past the blinds,
cascading rays around the room,
and upon my eyes.
Blasted sun,
you taunt me.
All I wanted was more
and it haunts me
how much I know was there waiting,
waiting to be discovered,
remembered.
Oh, how I want to remember.
I want to remember.
Blurring lines, just play it one more time,
the silhouette remains, the body, the face,
another detail gained, another lost in its place.
Concentrate, there’s only one way you can
live this again,
by paper and pen.
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2. |
Denial
03:35
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Hands up,
putting cans to lips
and taking in
for the hell of it.
Oh my god, who gives a shit,
Tonight’s the night to finally live
Everyone please come in,
have a seat, and begin to binge
Everyone in this room
is a member of this infatuation
We fall victim to
our selfish dependence
We fall victim to
our selfish reliance
We fall victim to
our selfish dependence
We fall victim to
our selfish reliance
You feel the bottle in your hands,
gripping it as it feeds demands.
"I want to let go" they all say,
And release as they drink away.
Hands up,
putting cans to lips
and taking in
for the hell of it.
Oh my god, who gives a shit,
Tonight’s the night to finally live
Everyone please come in,
have a seat, and begin to binge,
because everyone in this room
is a member of this infatuation
Oh!
I lost my way,
filling the void while my soul went astray
faded to nothing but
empty goals and dismay.
You feel the bottle in your hands,
gripping it as it feeds demands.
"I want to let go" they all say,
And release as they drink away.
Hands up,
putting cans to lips
and taking in
for the hell of it.
Oh my god, who gives a shit,
Tonight’s the night to finally live
Everyone please come in,
have a seat, and begin to binge,
because everyone in this room
is a member of this infatuation
We fall victim to
our selfish dependence
We fall victim to
our selfish reliance
We fall victim to
our selfish dependence
We fall victim to
our selfish reliance
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I breathe air tinged with fervor,
Blood flowing violently,
Victimizing the body in return.
Am I trapped in this mentality?
The bull once enchained now
set loose onto society.
Can this grasp last me long enough?
Loosening slowly,
Tearing apart my memories,
Every single thing I love.
Every single thing I love
fades away.
And I'm left wondering,
Is there hope for me?
And I'm left wondering,
Is there hope for me?
And I'm left wondering,
Is there...
I breathe air tinged with fervor,
Blood flowing violently,
Victimizing the body in return.
What am I harboring?
My heart beats to a drum of
terror and agony.
This state of conflict.
My instincts persist, I put my body into fits
of interminable ire and blank consciousness
And I am in
A constant state of conflict.
The more I resist, the harder it constricts
around my throat, cutting off the ties
to the life that I live.
I see only one thing
And it’s killing me so slowly
Just a fatal mentality
Rising from inside
Nothing can compromise
Rising from inside
Nothing can compromise
My definition of life is a reprise
Of endless struggle and desperate cries
And yet I keep breathing despite
Everything that’s not right
Through enduring hard times,
A man will find solace
In life
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5. |
Denial (Instrumental)
03:35
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