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Auto Pilot
03:16
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Is a sign that we're blessed
Or just the opposite?
Cursed so that we don't deserve the sunlight
When no one can see you in a haze?
How might you value your days?
Self seeking sin leads
To a fear driven fate.
Life of fear? Life without control?
Make deals with yourself
That you'll get to that tomorrow
When you come back to the discomfort
Of not seeing out of these clouds
There won't be a thought of what comes next
Just of what you have left undone.
Existence is the struggle when standing alone,
before you give up
Try it again with burdens removed,
And just one other by your side.
No longer discomfort when you
Choose to make it through the fog
Existence isn't a struggle, when you realize you are in the clouds.
All I know is I'm coming home life has a way of moving faster now but I'm not alone
Before you give up
Try it again with burdens removed,
And just one other by your side.
No longer discomfort when you
Choose to make it through the fog
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2. |
Our Genius Species
04:00
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Get lost.
Even dead in half of a mirage.
Complacent with facts of folk lore.
Torn to pieces below on the rocks.
Protected whenever you're lost.
I've perfected the sign of the sure.
Half drunk and buried across the mountains when acting at loss.
The thread has been spun.
You're lost.
Genius species?
More like antiquated entries.
Evolved from half-wit memories.
Forced width in backlit canopies.
I am a fractioned tragedy.
Gallant horse
We are all fish in the sea
But When did we become so Bleak
When did we walk from water to God and forget everything in between
there's a hole somewhere that we crossed from here to there
Never learning from our pasts
And always in despair
Don't get lost in yourself
Stand up, sit down
Kneel down, your tongue
Don't talk you past your undone
Don't get lost in yourself
Get lost.
Even dead in half of a mirage.
Complacent with facts of folk lore.
Torn to pieces below on the rocks.
Protected whenever you're lost.
I've perfected the sign of the sure.
I've perfected the sign of the sure.
I've perfected the sign of the sure.
Gallant horse
Your gate does not carry you
Past your valiant recourse
Your pedestal does nothing but
Repeat your skyward downfall
Forethought and passion
Was left long ago
In the routine of milking
Your selfish and also dangerous risks
Into the overflowing pale of your apathy
Don't get lost in yourself
Just get lost
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3. |
The Constant Unnerving
02:06
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Your wrongs over your rights
like a noose above your neck
the devil circles
his vultures want their wreck
Don't give in, why give up now?
When you have no why, no what, no how?
you have a purpose,
The line hasn't just been drawn
It's been beaten in by the slowest of
Syncopated Drops from an abandoned faucet
Will you rise above the largest of tide
And choose to grow
If you do not change your dilusion
You will fall right back down
Cause you never got out
From underneath the puddle that was drowning
You In the first place
This is it
Press on or waste it all
It's constant unnerving
To know that now will fade
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4. |
Isolation Blooms
02:50
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A musical interpretation of My Hands to War in its entirety.
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Why do you think it's been so long
Why should we wake
When no one owns what it takes
to keep us alive, to get us by
How do you ask for just one more
you've shut your eyes,
When you walk in the doors
We were never the hierarchy
Not what you expected
Because of that nonsense that filled your heads
Your morning was never new
Were we ever worth it to you?
We're we ever worth it to you?
Have you ever tried to hang your hat
When the work wasn't done?
It's always a half ass attempt
When you know you're meant for more
So maybe now, before you come say hi
You might think to yourself
they worked so hard, they've come so far
They kept us alive, they got us by,
They pushed us past
Where we thought we could ever be
I don't know about you
But I'm tired of nostalgia
Pigeon holing was never what we wanted to do
If this is news to you, maybe the walls
That surround you are closer than you think
I refuse to believe
that what we do means nothing
That we did before is how we get
To do that same thing today,
I hope this has been worth it
If you were listening before
You wouldn't drink
When the water was there
Now your arms are dried to the bone
And there's absolutely no trace of your jaw
When the blackout of instinct hits
We will all be reduced to nothing
We will all be reduced to nothing
Were we ever worth it to you?
So no, I will not repeat this
I will no longer put
this thought on pause
You don't deserve this at all.
You did not deserve this at all.
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What's worse
Fear of being
Or never being at all.
Revenge is just a rage that will pass
Can't see forward, just back into the last
life is worth what you make
Nothings wasted in this wasteland
Empty the barrel, forfeit your flask
Not a moment to be lost
Your titles are not of your ambitions
Just the ownership of actions
If you are not happy with how it seems
Remember perception is what is seen
Blood will stain, while debts become paid
Guilt from what we built
It's hard to leave them in the static
So I ask you again
What's worse
Fear of being
Or never being at all
We have been what they told us
We chose the path that led us to here
Will you accept you for who are?
If not ? Who will you be next?
I can't live in this space anymore
There's no room for me
This journey is only as long as you want it to be
What's your defenition Of being present?
Do you strive for connections?
Or does the distracting light
Redirect your senses to tune out those around you.
Do you live here and now or do you just exist.
We were built to do more than just watch.
We were made with the intent to serve.
Why do you sit and wait for you life to be given to you?
We can't live in this space anymore?
Neither will we let any of
you
stay complacently isolated.
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