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Stalemate
03:52
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subtle as a ghost
you surround the very space Iām in
determine the shape Iām in
and Iām faced with
a sudden scare
itās everywhere
subtle as a ghost
you derange this maze Iām in
agitate this race Iām in
and Iām faced with
a sudden scare
itās everywhere
as roads collide and I with them
madness manifests itself
though I feel alive for an instant
numbness is closing in
I wear the marks of this feeling
I wear the marks of this feeling
and Iāll bear it
an abandoned car radio cries
my soul is in pretty good shape and so am I
as roads collide and I with them
madness manifests itself
though I feel alive for an instant
numbness is closing in
I wear the marks of this feeling
I wear the marks of this feeling
and Iāll bear it
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2. |
Got A Light
05:20
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in this blank night Iāll see their blank faces
mutating into something thatās even less
they drain the city, dry the pools of consciousness
they drain the city, dry the pools of consciousness
how are you feeling? good
how are you feeling? good
and the conversation rises
and then slowly fades into silence
how are you feeling? good
how are you feeling? good
I want to sleep
and everything seems less like itself
and more like everything else
there was never meant to be clarity
there was never meant to be clarity
how are you feeling? good
Iām not losing it all the time
how are you feeling good?
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3. |
Alone
03:56
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in one second
it becomes a still life
shutting in and shutting out
and I know
Iām racing myself
to the point of no return
they move so slowly when theyāre not afraid
and I just keep moving at a different rate
itās a kind of stillness, I canāt relate
they move so slowly when theyāre not afraid
Iām outside
Iām out of sight
shutting in and shutting out
and I know
Iām racing myself
to the point of no return
they move so slowly when theyāre not afraid
and I just keep moving at a different rate
itās a kind of stillness, I canāt relate
they move so slowly when theyāre not afraid
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4. |
Skin
04:20
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everything drifts
in and out of time
nothing stays
nothing ever changes
and I wanted to give you all
but there was nothing left to give
I read your skin
then I tore it off
itās a bare future
lying ahead of us
but please donāt say
it was a waste of time
we were not wasting time
we were not wasting time
because you only know
its value when itās gone
itās only memorable
by the scars it leaves
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5. |
No Time
05:23
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nervous laughter
nervous laughter
nervous laughter
surrounding me
itās a pressing silence
depressing silence
in which words resonate
like bare fists bashing the gates
my bare fists embrace the bricks
my bare fists embrace the bricks
the streets bleed
but the city still stands
it looks familiar but I canāt remember
it looks familiar but I canāt remember
they are still feeling good
and at least the food is fine
but Iām sick of the dust on their words
so I just cough and smile
so they keep quiet
and I repeat myself
this speech is a performance
I repeat myself
behind the words is chaos
I repeat after someone else
I repeat after everyone else
it sounds familiar, but I canāt remember
it sounds familiar, but I canāt remember
they are still feeling good
and at least the food is fine
but Iām sick of the dust on my words
so I just cough and smile
nervous laughter
nervous laughter
nervous laughter
surrounding me
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6. |
Fragments
04:10
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itās been a pretty fight
despite being motionless
caressing casualties
feel tragedy in their fingers
the tragedy in their minds
disguised by emptiness
flawing precision
a momentary weakness
they say
itās good to feel
shiver
shed some tears
Iām crying
for more
disasters and calamities
they say itās good to feel
stabbed through the flesh
shed some tears
pieces of people
fall over the edge
carelessly craving something
one day Iāll be lying there
itās been a pretty fight
despite being motionless
carefully sculptured
though disfigured and deluded
they say
itās good to feel
shiver
shed some tears
Iām crying
for more
disasters and calamities
they say itās good to feel
stabbed through the flesh
shed some tears
pieces of people
fall over the edge
carelessly craving something
one day Iāll be lying there
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7. |
Hollow
04:22
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itās barren land
and hollow men
chanting children
holding hands
and they dance
Iāve been here for too long
but thereās straw inside my head
an artificial stillness but the wind still cuts like glass
and this desertās turning cold
a deserted kingdom where the fever only grows
and this is the dead land
this is the mad land
and life is very long
when youāre stuck in existence
is this the way the world ends
is this the way the world ends
and life is very long
when youāre stuck in existence
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8. |
Waste
04:26
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fragile figure
donāt speak
the texture of your words
tortures me
deep blue desert
desperate idea
the pleasure of her touch
tortures me
surging blood
boiling streets
the pressure of my thoughts
tortures me
I canāt see
I canāt see
I wonāt accept
except my own ideas
itās a perversity
thatās slowly
spiralling down in me
fragile figure
I want to make you scream
the texture of your cries
pleasures me
I canāt see
I canāt see
I wonāt accept
except my own ideas
itās a perversity
thatās slowly
spiralling down in me
itās a perversity
I donāt know if I care
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9. |
Dense
03:10
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in this scene of disordered senses
in this scene of disordered senses
I try to relive
Iāll take my chances
I hang my head down and Iām shaking
I hang my head down and Iām wasted
I know itās over
my time is over
itās a sea of heated bodies
itās a sea of heated bodies
in which Iām drowning
as it surrounds me
in this scene of dissonant essence
in this scene of dissonant essence
I rediscovered
I rediscovered
my own senselessness
in this scene of disordered senses
in this scene of disordered senses
I try to relive
Iāll take my chances
I hang my head down and Iām shaking
I hang my head down and Iām wasted
I know itās over
my time is over
and I canāt deny
I canāt take it
I donāt care to see
I canāt take it
I canāt
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10. |
No Image
05:43
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they take me to the end
of myself
they take me to the end
I donāt see what they see
in myself
I donāt see what they see
how much I like to transgress
the sanctity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along
how hard I want to laugh
with the absurdity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along
first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth
I exhaust myself
trying to see
I exhaust myself
how much I like to transgress
the sanctity of this scenery
obliterate the imagery
that hangs over me like a gown
and all the while their voices sing
I just keep humming along
first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first a stone
then a form
a statue
wrapped in cloth
first the fire
then the fog
a statue
wrapped in cloth
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