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drowning in fifth gear
03:12
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I can feel
I can feel everything
I can taste
The difference in our reality
Its seldom but I visit, A memory I cant regret
Talking without interest, In the things ill never forget
Tear up my eyes, Break the seal on the lid
I see only your disguise, Only the things that you’ve hid
Waves…
Like walls they crash over me
I cant escape
I need a new way to breathe
What will it take?
Is there any relief
From feeling so fake
These pills have become a thief
Its nothing but practice, another repetitious game
So intertwined in your malice, I’ve often thought we were the same
Drawn maps with my scars, where they lead I don’t remember
I couldn’t follow them that far, my memories been dismembered
Waves…
Like walls they crash over me
I cant escape
I need a new way to breathe
What will it take?
Is there any relief
From feeling so fake
These pills have become a thief
Where did you first appear? You feel like a lucid dream
Your lips move but I cant hear, everything turns red and it starts to seem
So slow and disconnected, like I’m drowning in fifth gear
The only thing in which I feel connected, is the fear of the fear that I fear
Waves…
Like walls they crash over me
I cant escape
I need a new way to breathe
What will it take?
Is there any relief
From feeling so fake
These pills have become a thief
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there is a reason no one is listening
as they all are too busy convicting
themselves of crimes no one has noticed
tell tale heart of the modern locust
statuesque we are all to thine selves
we hold thoughts of others on secluded shelves
that they had not because in turn they all had
their own weightless actions in their brown bag
from the outside i wish i could find a way to speak
but again no one is listening
why is the future so dreary and bleak
when its hope in which you've been fishing
on the inside i only can panic
while the outside seems introvertivly manic
survival is all i can manage
this worlds become too little mechanic
theres a virus in which we've all succumb
that which lack of attention is worse than feeling numb
walked far from empathy's coast
and sympathy's just a reason to boast
yet we beg for attention that no one deserves
guess what goes around becomes our own curse
if we all got 10 fold what we gave
who would rule the countless people mindlessly self enslaved?
from the inside i wish but to scream
but again no one finds me worth listening
why do i still strive for some form of understanding
when i hope for the realization hope is so bleak
on the outside i cant hardly stand it
inside my child's extrovertantly rigidly manic
fire ready aim shoot before we try to plan it
call the doctor a priest and mechanic
but none will have the answer in which we always have sought
when you find yourself your breath will be lost
so fear not what you're taught or what you forgot
because you never have to pay back its cost
so fear not what you're taught or what you forgot
because you never have to pay back its cost
so fear not what you're taught or what you forgot
because you never have to pay back its cost
from the outside i wish i could find a way to speak
but again no one is listening
why is the future so dreary and bleak
when its hope in which you've been fishing
on the inside i only can panic
while the outside seems introvertivly manic
survival is all i can manage
this worlds become too little mechanic
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In the event of persuasion, Id follow the horizon for hours
Just to avoid the conversation, Looming overhead, it towers
Over the time subscribed, To the irrelevance that I offer
If this comes out a bit contrived, Would it really even matter?
What im looking for ive found
But only in passing in the background
Twisting and turning through the shadows
Consistently lurking behind wherever I go
Having had guessed my fate, im not sure if anything even matters
To believe in it too late, could be a reason for bones to shatter
If my heart still had the patience, id speak deeply of alien rivers
Instead we simply stand in silence, just poisoning each others livers
What im looking for ive found
But only in passing in the background
Twisting and turning through the shadows
Consistently lurking behind wherever I go
When the time comes to say goodbye, I hope to forget just how to hear
Because there’s nothing I wouldn’t try, to fix our wounds in time to heal
But everything drifts and fades, I don’t see why we’d be the exception
As our skin withers and our hair greys, will we have finally learned our lesson?
What im looking for ive found
But only in passing in the background
Twisting and turning through the shadows
Consistently lurking behind wherever I go
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4. |
the algorithm
02:44
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Intelligence finds itself alone
Talking in circles while the laughter dies
An orphan cast out from its home
In the shadow appears the boldest lie
Drifting down a stream transcending
All my most recent memories
Can you tell the difference in the ending
And the beginnings lost to an autumn breeze?
Fluid and flexible until
The turn of another page
Awake and in search of a thrill
asleep through the darkest age
Taken or given in absence
Arranged through an algorithm
Based on my cycling nonsense
That I cant take quite as much as ive given
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Can you tell when I stopped paying attention
To the echo in the mirror right behind my reflection
If there was a reason to say it, you’d find a reason not to listen
So what’s the point in all the build up? don’t keep me in suspension
Just devour all the innocence that I ever had to offer
Its not like it would make any sense to show me exactly what you’ve been after
At a time when I got tired of telling the seas to ignore the storm
But my ears didn’t hear a word I muttered and now the fire is all I have left to keep warm
Wont you find me lost in another lonely crowd of dreams
Wandering in the abstract drifting around behind the scenes
If there was ever a chance you’d listen I figured id have to catch you off guard
But im distracted now myself and I forgot where I buried my hope out in the yard
so devour all the innocence that I ever had to offer
Its not like it would make any sense to show me exactly what you’ve been after
At a time when I got tired of telling the seas to ignore the storm
But my ears didn’t hear a word I muttered and now the fire is all I have left to keep warm
Couldn’t you have tried for once to hold your fucking tongue?
I’m not sure now who you’re going to be so I feel its best I grow numb
If there was a place you could call home and feel as safe and warm as you need
I’m sure that we could find it in the patterns in which we feed
We’ll devour all the innocence that I ever had to offer
Its not like it would make any sense to show me exactly what you’ve been after
At a time when I got tired of telling the seas to ignore the storm
But my ears didn’t hear a word I muttered and now the fire is all I have left to keep warm.
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Im sure something will break I don’t know when
Isn’t that the fun in the game we play? That we cant win
Don’t you think I took as much as I can take
Before I developed this vacant look on my face
Whats real doesn’t have to exist outside of us
In case we don’t exist outside of it
Im telling you weve seen the whole world rust
And im tired of crossing the same items off the list
Can you feel
The weight of everything
Like a memory
Of a forgotten dream
Are you listening?
It makes no sense and im starting to fear
That were stuck in a clock with broken gears
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
No way to slow or stop this ride
Whats real doesn’t have to depend on logic
In fact I believe it is anything but
The algorithms we trust to depict
Are the wires we so desperately need to cut
Can you feel
The weight of everything
Like a memory
Of a forgotten dream
Are you listening?
Can you tell me something I don’t already know?
I feel like the walls around me are moving slow
Are they closing in are they crumbling down?
Can you feel the whispers getting loud?
whats real doesn’t have to accept belief
In this situation I believe it wont
Its obviously quite different for you and me
I would try to explain but the voices scream don’t
Can you feel
The weight of everything
Like a memory
Of a forgotten dream
Are you listening?
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7. |
in memory of
04:20
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I think I've finally run out of things, of things that I had to say
I've scribbled every one I could think of on a napkin or a page
Scratched some deep into my skin and screamed others on a stage
So what am I to do now that words rolling off the tongue fades?
Can I be silent and for how long do you think it would last?
I'm suffering already and I'm not even done scripting my futures past
I'm losing touch with who I am having no lines left to cast
My heart palpitates in a syncopated rhythm to silence so I'm fading fast
Can you help me?
To figure out what really matters?
Can you direct me?
Now that my purpose has been shattered?
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