1. |
Cycle (Intro)
01:04
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no words explain nor are enough
bathe in the silence of emotion
the water's cold
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2. |
Sonder
03:27
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peel open your eyes
release your tongue from the prison of your mind
have no compromise
no matter how morose, nothing will come close
everything's unique, you just have to seek
falling fast
free at last
you wallow and collapse at a seldom facsimile
as I begin to coalesce it begins to undress
you need to break and defy all of your unneeded wisdom
life isn't detrimental, realise your full potential
october's gloom unravelled as a plume
existential relying on the external
pure bliss in this meaningless adjacent parallel
falling fast
free at last
reflecting the image
through broken glass
tune out this cacophony
a life is nothing without the coffin's symphony
a solemnity with a heart of stone
an effigy erected to atone
"i'm not alone"
i'm mesmerised in reverie
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3. |
Empathy
03:48
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fear of my swirling colours coming together wept of my treasure
clear of my meaningless self coming together
contrasts of pleasure
quarantine
apathy
show me you're using
empathy
fear of your swirling colours coming together to make another kept from endeavour
clear of my meaningless self coming together
lasting forever
quarantine
apathy
show me you're using
empathy
maybe i don't know
maybe i'll never know
well it's fucking killing me and I just can't see
i don't need your sympathy
cast me within your shadow
you fucking disappoint me
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4. |
Constant; Neverending
05:05
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tearing out hearts
exposing aromas
it's absurd, it's obscene
it's everything in between
holy heavens of elation plummet to the depths of hell
a constant purgatory
a never-ending story
crossing out every outcome leaving just the flume
this emits pure bloom as it merges into the plume
holy heavens of elation plummet to the depths of hell
a constant purgatory
a never-ending story
perhaps this is elation
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5. |
A Slow Death
05:00
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before i fade i need to say to await is to waste away
forget my face
count your days
know your place
feeling all of the ritual become habitual
out of my control
healing all of the abstract
become cardiac
now to decompose
now that i'm nothing but my own past I can finally feel at ease at last
staring became devoid
i fell
some call it 'call of the void'
oh well
in the end it helped me out
i saw the good in my doubts
and your midas' touch had changed so much
feeling all of the ritual become habitual
out of my control
healing all of the abstract
become cardiac
now to decompose
now that i'm nothing but my own past I can finally feel at ease at last
just let me fade
oh let me fade
i just want to fucking fade away
erase me
ERASE
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6. |
Worms (Interlude)
02:48
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crawling through the dirt
the soil reverts
so insignificant
screaming disconcert
heart worm
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7. |
Nether Friend
02:58
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nether friend
we never made amends
we smile as we pretend
we'll never see the end
nether friend
we never made amends
tethered as we descend
afraid of our frayed ends
as we pretend, reality descends
you need solitude to rid your attitude
to kill your habits, to breathe again
it seems so arbitrary to commit to the contrary
that thought was so scary
but now you're with
the fairies
as we pretend, reality descends
the ambulance lit up the culdesac like christmas lights
NETHER FRIEND
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8. |
Isle Of Lights
03:17
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the light was dim
i made my mark
but you were the light
within my dark
the workload of three
fought through the blue
you dedicated your life to me
thank you
i can finally feel
i can finally think
i can finally feel at peace
i can finally feel at ease
an altruist with a bigger heart than a mind
selflessness predominates, you're the example that i find
you kept me in your heart like I was deserving of a place
all those grave sacrifices just to put a smile on my face
progenitor
those isle of lights
i can finally feel
i can finally think
i can finally feel at peace
i can finally feel at ease
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10. |
Deadpanned
05:03
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caught in a sea of haze
caught in a dimming gaze
caught in a dissertation
which cannot be saved
paralysed and dumbstruck
mesmerised and out of luck
fallen on my knees right before your feet
disorders scream like leprosy
here begins our atrophy
our bridge just collapsed
we built it with our bare hands
as it fell you stood there and stared
paralysed and dumbstruck
mesmerised and out of luck
fallen on my knees right before your feet
disorders scream like leprosy
here begins our atrophy
DEADPANNED
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11. |
Keystone
03:44
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follow me down the river, we'll have to swim from here
just ignore the shivers, your tears will disappear
this realm is fuelled by emotion
this river will lead to an ocean
brace and cathartic, the cliff begins to cave
let's call this home for lack of a better name
you won't ever be alone
you've got me to blame
take my unwavering hand
before our stepping stones erode into sand
together we can cross the seas and traverse the lands
i just need a chance
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