1. |
Prime Mover
01:50
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Are we merely victims of these
Ripples of the past I wonder?
Circularity in motion,
Never move towards our focus.
Prime mover, unmoved
If from each action thus a cause
And from each cause another follows,
The prime mover seals our fate
And all our choices, gestures hollow.
Prime mover, unmoved
Our past binds our future,
Forced into motion
Neurons in my brain, they fire
Muscles twitch, events transpire
But is that will all an illusion–
Just mechanically required?
Prime mover, unmoved
Is a door truly locked unless
Somebody tries to gain access?
Predetermined by the process
Paradoxes all we possess.
Prime mover, unmoved
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2. |
Emperor Moth
01:56
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These wings a curse laid unto me by circumstance
Bound to the silken thread of my own fate
Contrive to break from
the chrysalis which binds me
A moths' wingbeat
useless when the earth shakes
Helpless but to go into the light
When everything I love destroys me.
I am compelled
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3. |
Hours
03:07
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I fell, asleep, on a bed of fingernails
And now it comes to pass that your fading presence
Is felt only in the gaps in my recollection
No longer for the Gordian knot of this mortal coil
Time does not heal
Time doesn’t heal
Still I am haunted by the spirit that escaped
The glass when I thought I could still smell the ocean
And find your counsel at the bottom of empty bottles
I’ll try and fill the nothingness with what I can
Time does not heal
Time doesn’t heal
The hours a river
That hide ours scars
By eroding the bluffs
That border the valleys.
I still can’t sleep.
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4. |
Wesley
02:09
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Stay away,
Get away,
Away from me.
Fucking voices
Between my eyelids
Just leave me be.
Cabin spinning
Can't control it
As they scream
Nauseating
Insects crawling
In my bloodstream
Hellride,
On the bus
Hellride
On the fucking bus
Yeah
Just let me off
Can't see straight
From vertigo
To die by your side
Not a heavenly
Way to go
The world convulsing
Wesley save me
From this hell ride
Out of time now
We have reached the
End of the line
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5. |
White Lighter
02:23
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Boys don’t cry but men smoke and curse
And drag carcasses back to their bedrooms
To fill their closets with skeletons
Maybe they’ll make our graves less lonely.
Man,
You’re not a man,
You’re not a man,
You’re not a real man
Pangs of guilt immediately follow
The stories that coalesce behind my teeth
Courting fate to start a blaze,
I’ll be the curse on your white lighter
If a boy becomes a man
The first time he drags
Razor across his face
Then you were the whetstone which sharpened the blade
And the hand that held it to my neck
I’ll be the curse on your white lighter
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6. |
WxCx
00:15
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Habeyoueberhearbobabanbwobcobdagays?
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7. |
Flowers In The Addict
03:24
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I’m sick of climbing these mountains to get high
I’m sick of you holding me down to come up
I’m at the end of my rope
I can’t help
But love it
Your embrace
Squeezing the breath from my lungs
Forcing the words from my mouth
Squeezing the breath from my lungs
Drops of blood bloom in water like roses
Could I still love you by any other name?
Hold me down, I swear to god it hurts less
When you take my breath away
I still smell your hair on my fingertips
I’ve tried so much to wash you off.
I reminisce about an autumn day
When the Jacaranda bloomed
I hope the memories fade before me
Before me
Before me
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8. |
Job's Mask
02:25
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An infinite number of them,
Parallel paths
All passing through a single point,
Warped through space
The geometry of our fates
Twisted like
The unseen nightmares of Euclid
Unimaginable
Every day
brings me back
Folding round
This Möbius
Fleet footed mercury ascendant
Maps my path through the stars
I've found my place in this wager
Wearing Job's mask
We never see our prisons,
Paralysed,
We can only peek through the bars
A picture incomplete
A warped world of hyperbolic geometry
A philosophical zombie
A hollow man
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9. |
Hangman's Hands
01:40
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Tomorrow at the strike of five
You will surely die
Upon the Chucky chair
The world that isn't fair
I see you walking with your hangman's hands
Blood dripping from your hangman's hands
Tomorrow at the strike of noon
your death will come soon
A man slave to the system
A world that didn't listen
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10. |
Clockwork Man (Part I)
04:47
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Can you hear me ticking?
Compelled to count grains of sand
Falling through my hands
I do not want this
Wound into motion
To count moments I can't keep
A gyroscope falls when it stops
I do not want this
Was I assembled by a blind man?
Limbs not my own
Shackled to cogs
Forced into motion
As teeth interlock
Mechanical heartbeat
Clockwork man
Repeating the cycle again and again
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11. |
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(Surrounded by embers like scattered petals
Breathing smoke to avoid the blaze
The seeds that germinate in the fire
There will be no ashes in our autumn bloom)
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12. |
Point Zero (Part III)
03:06
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This is the path
So far from home
Caution to the fires
watch them burn
No ashes of hope
For our heroes
This is
ground zero
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