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Bliss
04:34
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Can't you see we just can't live like this?
Trapped in a cognitive abyss
Spiralling through the nothingness
In search of transitory bliss
We do no more than just exist
Plagued by virulent disinterest
Black thoughts best left unconfessed
In search of transitory bliss
Revolving round our powerful sun
This grand design brings me down
In so many ways
Nothing matters in life's fleeting run
So watch your mouth
Cause there's no way back for the dead
Can't you see we just can't live like this?
Trapped in a cognitive abyss
Spiralling through the nothingness
In search of transitory bliss
Revolving round our powerful sun
This grand design brings me down
In so many ways
Nothing matters in life's fleeting run
So watch your mouth
Cause there's no way back for the dead
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2. |
Sleepy Thoughts
04:26
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Close down those mind shutters
Let crazy come
Lights dim eyes a flutter
You lose track then succumb
Wait
Go
To
Fro
Beware the beady owl
You might as well
Farm boy's about to tell
But all he cries is wolf
Tastes
Good
Halt
Run
Toast a glass of candlelight you scorch your mouth it's far too bright
The overboard is in overuse tiny neck meets tiny noose
Bungy jumping through the crowd this festival is filled with thrills
Throw the corpse right in the lake purple forest palpitates
Dreaming big or dreaming small you always end up back at school
Spectres whisper in my sleep they're here to stay they're part of me
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3. |
Phases
03:39
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Change is the only constant in this life
Prediction is a contradiction of nature
Knock the rule book out of god's hand
Cause the minute you settle is the minute you sink
Taste the ice on your tongue
Don't mistake me for someone who gives a damn
When you live your life in heels you never want to take a step down
Don't mistake my empathy for weakness
No limits just stay in phase
Let loose forget your brain
You might not recall this conversation
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4. |
Exacerbate
04:28
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No way
Once upon a time
I was doing fine
Never knowing what was to come by
Fake grin stretched across your face
Don't forget to put me in my place
That was on the starting line
I thought that in the end
You'd treat me like a friend
You manipulate you've broken me
String yourself up on camera
A minutes plead or it's my fault
I'm not the party who's guilty
Exacerbate
Dig the knife in further
Do us all a favour
No way
You keep me up at night
Trying to start a fight
All the things you say they were not true
You're not the friend I'd hoped you'd be
Do everything to destroy me
All I do is rescue you
Exacerbate
Dig the knife in further
Do us all a favour
Take another part of my soul
Dip it in the sweet sugar
You are chewing me up tonight
No way
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I'll give you a taste of what's to come
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She said
Plan your course of action first
Play dead
Wait till you're inside the hearse
Let it all sink in
Relax
I'll give you a taste of what's to come
Dammit the feeling's gone
Line me up and take a shot
A nice warm mug of old hatred
Be still
As you descend into the ground
It will
Not be long until you're found
Hold your breathe for me
Until
I'll give you a taste of what's to come
Dammit the feeling's gone
Line me up and take a shot
A nice warm mug of old hatred
A sound
A sound amidst the silence
A sweet sound
Sifting through the darkness
I'm out
Leave a hole behind me
Never found
My still warm body
Playground
Plagues are painting us red
Time I down
The warm mug of old hatred
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