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iteration
01:46
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have I become another iteration of self?
how many irrelative versions sit broken on the shelf?
have I become another iteration of self?
how many irrelative versions sit discarded on the shelf?
feelings change over time
some fade others expand exponentially
thoughts rearrange in the mind
some overplayed others vanish so quickly
have I become another iteration of self?
how many irrelative versions sit broken on the shelf?
have I become another iteration of self?
how many irrelative versions sit discarded on the shelf?
Thoughts dissipate though guilt always lingers
Memory is relative within our concept of time
Somehow to reiterate who's pointing the finger
At how I'm supposed to live so which life is mine?
have I become another iteration of self?
how many irrelative versions sit broken on the shelf?
have I become another iteration of self?
how many irrelative versions sit discarded on the shelf?
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transcendental obsession
03:20
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An absence of obsession
Transcendental regression
Philosophical oppression
When will I learn my lesson?
Freedom from thought
Free to feel loss
I'm not sure what I've got
Or what it will cost
To fill the void inside
Far to vacant to hide
Nothing to get behind
Staring off through empty eyes
Philosophical obsession
Transcendental oppression
No absence of regression
When will I learn my lesson?
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3. |
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The outcome, is of indifference
There’s nothing green, on either side of the fence
Comfort, takes days, sometimes years, just to escape
From the land of sensibilities, your outlook seems, rather vague
And I’ve only thought of ways for my demise
Upon the chopping block I could disguise
My hatred for the way you’ve immortalized
The belief in anything it’s like you never tried
But intrusion, and illusion, are things that seem, to oddly correlate
During, convergence of the mind with things, that contradict, our current state
And I’ve only thought of ways for my demise
Upon the chopping block I could disguise
My hatred for the way you’ve immortalized
The belief in anything it’s like you never tried
To take comfort in the other ways, that most find to help alleviate
There’s so much more you have at stake, than you can carry upon your plate
To take comfort in the other ways, that most find to help alleviate
There’s so much more you have at stake, than you can carry upon your plate
The actions, that the water calls, are nothing compared, to prior loss
But the words, narrator caterwauls, compound and add, to the exuberant cost
And I’ve only thought of ways for my demise
Upon the chopping block I could disguise
My hatred for the way you’ve immortalized
The belief in anything it’s like you never tried
And I’ve only thought of ways for my demise
Upon the chopping block I could disguise
My hatred for the way you’ve immortalized
The belief in anything it’s like you never tried
And I’ve only thought of ways for my demise
Upon the chopping block I could disguise
My hatred for the way you’ve immortalized
The belief in anything it’s like you never tried
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4. |
parallel entanglement
03:22
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walking through this world of wonder
taking it in as I lucidly slumber
for all that I know I forgot just as well
disappear in the absence leaving only a shell
where is the alter here, who wears the crown?
what are you doing? I told you not to come around
this is where my mind goes when my eyes can not be found
it's not a place I want to be planted in infertile ground
while you're here take a look and see what you wont find
there's a million miles of nothingness which is everything to the blind
not a word falls on your ears and here only the dead can speak
the static blurs perception and my realities grown weak
entangled in so many parallel existences
not sure where the life stops or where the dream ends
the fabric of everything dissolves as fast as time
there is nothing reassuring about losing your mind
where is the alter here, who wears the crown?
what are you doing? I told you not to come around
this is where my mind goes when my eyes can not be found
it's not a place I want to be planted in infertile ground
while you're here take a look and see what you wont find
there's a million miles of nothingness which is everything to the blind
not a word falls on your ears and here only the dead can speak
the static blurs perception and my realities grown weak
waking the demons as to not feel alone
what even is human? what creates a home?
can your conception bring you to acceptance?
of the world you created that couldn't truly exist
where is the alter here, who wears the crown?
what are you doing? I told you not to come around
this is where my mind goes when my eyes can not be found
it's not a place I want to be planted in infertile ground
while you're here take a look and see what you wont find
there's a million miles of nothingness which is everything to the blind
not a word falls on your ears and here only the dead can speak
the static blurs perception and my realities grown weak
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5. |
the secret
05:10
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What no one else knows you know it only hurts yourself
Like the ghosts you left bleeding in the portrait on your shelf
Of those third person dreams that leave a stale taste in your mouth
Left bewildered by plot lines you can’t seem to figure out
When old memories blur the lines of the path that you chose
But you’re tied by the briars that perpetually grow
Fed by your soiled heart that at a time did coincide
With the patterns you wish to break but dwell too deep in the mind
Now I cant really be sure why I keep struggling to breathe
When escape is so close but just a hair out of reach
Like that nightmare where everything moves quick to the slaughter
But your muscles can’t move, like you’re submerged under water
The secrets you hold you know they can only hold you down
But these days I can’t tell the difference in above or below ground
All the faces look familiar but I can’t distinguish their features
Which of these were past relations and which were fictional creatures?
Has the story just been repeating like an endless loop of growing cold?
Doing the same thing over and over expecting different results?
A definition I’ve been taught to recite even in deep within REM
But that machine the pills created no I don’t ever want to become again
But I cant really be sure why I keep struggling to breathe
When escape is so close but just a hair out of reach
Like that nightmare where everything moves quick to the slaughter
But your muscles can’t move, like you’re submerged under water
And I know it won’t end here but I just felt you should know
That the endless question of what is real has grown rather old
What no one else knows you know it only hurts yourself
Like the ghosts you left bleeding in the portrait on your shelf
Of those third person dreams that leave a stale taste in your mouth
Left bewildered by plot lines you can’t seem to figure out
When old memories blur the lines of the path that you chose
But you’re tied by the briars that perpetually grow
Fed by your soiled heart that at a time did coincide
With the patterns you wish to break but dwell too deep in the mind
And I cant really be sure why I keep struggling to breathe
When escape is so close but just a hair out of reach
Like that nightmare where everything moves quick to the slaughter
But your muscles can’t move, like you’re submerged under water
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6. |
consigned to oblivion
02:53
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There are so many things I thought I wanted to say
Now I forget every one sitting here face to face
Where have you been
I’ve been searching
Lost in the crowd of shadows
Always lurking
Around everywhere I travel
Still yet to find
Comfort in anything but you
So scared of my mind
There are so many things I thought I wanted to say
Now I forget every one sitting here face to face
Who have I been
I’ve been wondering
Found solace in the dreamscape
I’ve been wandering
Sound of every voice that whispers
Feels like nails
Down my back it sends shivers
Once again, I have failed
There are so many things I thought I wanted to say
Now I forget every one sitting here face to face
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