1. |
the hands move on
04:13
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hands move slowly forgetting the past today the first yesterday the last. no choice for what is gone try to remember as the hands move on.
*focus on all things the changes that they make wondering how long it'll take. answers you seek are right now define now you don't know how.*
if all is changing and nothing will last is the only constant the truth of the past. concept of change related to time do the hands move or just my mind.
*
dirty secrets holes in history hold the picture holes are all you see. easy to deny hard to hide blind side struck till cross eyed.
*
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2. |
voice
04:32
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don't drink the juice
you might get sick.
your faith says you won't
without a flinch.
one cup for all
is complete nonsense.
you must change the way
it is dispensed.
*mass isn't most
and the mob on the mound.
drowned truth buried
in unholy ground.
pleasure in their pain
you've stained your voice.
obligation doesn't carry
privilege of rejoice.
kickin' @$%. takin' names
and writing receipts.
contemplate your reason
cheering in the streets.
*
ego's no voice of reason
but a sorry excuse.
ego paid it's dues
and it's dazed and confused.
if you're right and I'm wrong
and I don't have a choice,
the only sound would be
the sound of your voice
*
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3. |
sum
04:25
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the human race is fixed
we are the sum of our thoughts
deified leisure time and money
you are the sum of your thoughts
pay the price for complacency
priceless possessions used to be free
authority to adversity
ability for secrecy
so aimlessly
the human race is fixed
we are the sum of our thoughts
you are the sum of your thoughts
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4. |
antithesis
03:18
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-instrumental
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5. |
beyond reason
03:43
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way beyond reason my voice becomes silent trembling blows my world disappears dance of destruction dodging all fear act like you're listening but too frightened to hear so afraid to be wrong or let anybody know false thick skin.
inablilty and disregard sobbing about how life's so hard insult to my intelligence insult to my mind begging of tolerance and even more time.
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force fed
03:58
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names changed the game is insane labels for money for status and fame logo worship made to impress expires no reason it starts again next season
*whores to heroes overnight sells sells sells
pop culture disease swallowed it whole consumption without control sluts into stars household names privileged and never shamed scars turn to patches worn like lingerie and put on display
*
effortless acceptance with a subliminal role consuming without control force fed assault on the senses without their defenses infecting this species with pop culture disease
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9. |
paper prison
04:12
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you say they volunteered it's your policy to build animosity hearts turn to hands force fed belief by the thief meager become men silent majority the authority
*try to escape the hate the paper prison to feel free again
offering no apology case closed so flagrantly awakened eyes won't like what they see shunned by sheep and family become the enemy try to escape the hate the paper prison to feel free again
*
*
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10. |
shrapnel
03:06
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11. |
imposed
04:17
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