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Images
02:47
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Instrumental
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Product
05:16
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Tell yourself what you want, I’m just a product.
Drugged with thought unfolding me, fastened too firmly
The ticking of the clock inside my head, showing reluctance towards the indifference
I’m just a product. I’m artificial and limited. I’m just a product. I’m artificial.
Removing the care every now and again, social dignities are blades in the wind.
The machine chugs on imitating perfection. I’m just a product. I’m just
The amputations from the operations - An assembled life - Artificial and limited
I’m just a product. I’m artificial and limited. I’m just a product. I’m artificial.
Face to face with obligation, give me a reason not to medicate creation.
I've lost my identification. I’m past my expiration.
Give me a reason not to medicate creation, a reason not to retain the information.
I’m artificial and limited.
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3. |
Without a Trace
06:53
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Without a trace led to chase dreams - Wish I knew what was thought when I think
Instead of being anything less - Individually something
Instead of being left in the dark to guess which way my mind will lead
Held up in captivity, feeling the weight of gravity
Combusting from the dense solid state I’m in
Without a trace led to follow dreams -Wish I thought the way I think when I think
Breaking down and giving in to this life giving addiction
Stuck on this vision, an open eyed gaze, waiting for the right time to be drained
Pouring out my sanity, reruns of history
Iridescent philosophies are born again
I can’t help the way I feel today. Couldn't it be a different day that I felt this way?
Is there ever going to be a day that this could actually change? I left without a trace.
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4. |
The Real You
04:46
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Where are you? I've been looking, but I still never have found.
Just leave me here. It seems you’re never around.
I couldn't tell whether or not you wanted me to see the real you.
Curiosity got the best of you accompanied by this intense side of you.
I wish to speculate you can’t really live until you die.
We are all dead inside along with the real you.
How casual is it to be a casualty? Would you, could you show me?
Incompatible with you - Incomprehensible to you
Would you, could you show me the real you?
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Reply
03:50
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Show some sign of life, specify, describe, confide.
Say a word or two to get me by. Let these words from motionless lips form a reply.
Only yesterday I mistook - Though many times I wish I could
Change the way I look at you - The same way you used to
But our conversations crumble and tear apart my head
Scatterbrained and cast away - Is this the end?
But still there comes no reply - Just way too preoccupied
Our conversations become dead - Scatterbrained and cast away
Scatterbrained and cast away -Our conversations become dead
Signify the simplicity. The reasons we give, on the reasons we feed.
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6. |
stages
02:22
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Instrumental
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Pallas Athena
03:54
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Allowing who is you to live so blind, producing these lies consuming my life
Holding in the truth you won’t reveal, nursing these wounds that will never heal
It will never heal.
Hard to fit the pieces together, unsure of so much more than the trust
I’m having trouble dealing with this denial left, having trouble dealing with this sickness
For miles and miles I've been waiting for an explanation,
But still I can’t digest your reasoning.
I've trudged through the mud in the pouring rain
To hear you say the words, to hear you cry in vain.
My eyes are grey, she’s stung with the pain, pawning a rage so easy to follow
Allowing you to get to me, it is I, I have denied.
Who have I become laying prey? Allowing myself to become a part of you
Unable to see the unity of apathy you’re inviting
Unable to see the unity you’re inflicting
Driven with an avenging spirit, driven with your hate
Your ways imprisoning eager deity
My eyes are grey; she’s stung with the pain
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Gone Sour
04:58
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Sitting back, watching the turnout of events, many moments of silence,
It’s all the same in the end, keeping the confusion in my head.
Sitting back watching confusion invade my life, senseless noise I can’t handle anymore.
Confessions overflow my mind as sure as the days go by.
Treating the sickness as if it were dead
Indulging in attachment knowing only to accept
Surrounding all perception is a pause
I can see sometimes the truth creeping I’m still alive
(Ridden of fulfillment, it’s all gone sour.)
Moving forwards, moving backwards, falling in line, falling astray,
Like all the times before, it will never change.
Sounds in the distance, sound all around, but
Every time I turn around no one’s there.
Thoughts in my brain, chemical impulses, but
Every time a thought transmits I become more aware.
An answer to a question, a stage within the cycle
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cycles
04:17
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Instrumental
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In the Sun
06:10
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Waiting for the sun to rise. If the sun will even rise.
Your footprints were scattered every which way.
One hell of a way to start the day, on the right note.
As the mind does float into the grey.
Waiting for the sun to retire. The simple glow of a fire.
Burning in my mind, filling my lungs
Exposing the essence that still remains, it feels like minutes but its been hours.
Never underestimate the power. It’s all part of the game.
Your footprints weary, I thought you left.
Running in circles, leading yourself around, unbeknownst of the haze
Your footprints weary, embracing the harshness known
Residue is falling on your flaking face - I thought you left
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11. |
Fading Into Nothing
03:13
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Were you real? Cause lately nothing seems real.
All I have are photographs, but now you’re fading. Fading into nothing.
Going so fast, another time in the past.
Leaving my mind, all I've ever known being taken away. You’re fading so fast.
When I’m down and you’re not around to catch my fall.
When I fell, you rose. Now you’re fading. Fading into nothing.
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12. |
Yet Another Sleep
03:55
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Cultivating the seeds of a future I see. Constantly changing the way I perceive.
Challenges that present themselves daily. Responsibilities just get in the way.
Bound to a pace that I keep on fighting. Hoping the end will be slow in approaching.
Holding onto what is still there. Can’t help but feel a bit unprepared.
Preparing the yearning for yet another sleep.
Once again the time is approaching. Feel the hands of fate take away the emotion.
Preparing the yearning for yet another sleep. My mind is awake but my body is aching.
Not enough time the clock keeps on ticking. Preparing the yearning for yet another sleep.
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13. |
Everything is Clear
04:39
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Everything is clear. Everything is right here, in the right place.
Everything’s alright, worried in a hole I can’t dig out of
In the midst of flight how life has changed
Still pictures, shapes alive, grasping onto the concrete built up inside
No reason to worry, everything’s going to be alright.
It all stays the same in the right place, falling further from the hurt.
Grasping onto the concrete built up inside
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14. |
Down to This
04:54
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Hardships falling short, falling through the clouds
Prey upon the arms outstretched, one upon the other
Hands open wide clenching for a touch, clenching for a touch of purity
Closer to the end
Has it really come down to this?
In an instant seeming so resistant
We’re getting closer - So resistant - We’re getting closer
Hardships tumbling down, falling to the ground
Retrieving the feathers of these flightless wings
Prying into what it’s come to, a touch of evidence so evident
We’re getting closer - So much closer
Evidence so evident - Out of place these thoughts keep coming
We’re getting closer - So much closer
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