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Every man will ask the questions
And every man will suffer blame and loss Every day you die a little, understand the change And choose your path without disdain The seven tongues of God are in my mind They speak to me in ancient DNA design (I have never seen God) (You have never seen God) And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align Programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind To further complicate, I will now state That your convictions lack definition and form Every day there is a bleeding Every time I watch the world slip by Focus, the blind pretension underscoring pain The path to solace felt in vain The seven tongues of God are in my mind They speak to me in ancient DNA design (I have never seen God) (You have never seen God) But when they speak to me and the seven tongues align Programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind To further complicate, I will now state That your convictions lack definition And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align Programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind To further complicate, I will now state That your convictions lack definition and form To see the light is the purest form of reward (If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him) |
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There is no control in the world today
And there's still no order to this game we all play Maybe none of us know (What's real) There's no constraint when the walls cave in The neuron turn on, the game begins to fade away Maybe none of us know Maybe none of us want to hear Never push against the flow Aimlessly Feel the flow And let all thought fade We shall be one For this sacrament has begun Lucy in the sky with diamond eyes Long since dark, I wear her disguise of light Maybe none of us know Maybe none of us want to hear Never push against the flow Aimlessly Feel the flow And let all thought fade We shall be one For this sacrament has begun (This sacrament is a state of mind) There's no control in the world today And there's still no order to this game we all play called life Maybe none of us know Maybe none of us want to hear Never push against the flow Aimlessly Feel the flow And let all thought fade We shall be one Through this sacrament Feel the flow (To become one with the flow) And let all thought fade (Is to realise purpose) We shall be one (To realise purpose) For this sacrament has begun (Is to become one with the flow) (Become one with the flow) This sacrament has begun (Become one with the flow) This sacrament (Has begun) |
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I taste the fear to numb the tear
trapped by the source of my infection I play the martyr submerged in this pool the corporation used me like they brainwashed you Life is seen so cold and benign I don't want to be saved I'm next in line to die Labeled sick but I'm just a man everyone I love has left me for dead This void illusion I suffer for they made me their god and I am so much more than you Life is seen so cold and benign I don't want to be saved I'm next in line to die I don't want to be saved I'm next in line I taste the fear to numb the tear trapped by the source of my infection Life is seen through heroin dreaming cold and benign I don't want to be saved I'm next in line to die I don't want to be saved I'm next in line and I don't want to be saved I'm a dead man, I'm a sick man I'm the pilot of my destruction I'm a dead man, I'm a sick man I'm the pilot of my destruction The pilot of my destruction |
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All passengers: prepare the game ritual
There once was a man on this train He was born into this world alone Hands never laid on the wheel Content, he will never know more He was a quiet man in pain His tears, I fear, are closing in again What you lose in years, you again in perspective And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes For with nothing to follow He'd lived all his life in vain But then, who here among us is without shame? His way was divergent and cold, defaced This mask he must create And the circle unfolding still, unscathed He will turn a blind eye He will miss the last train home this day Recycled in the flow, reborn again The cynic knows the price of everything and the value of nothing And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes For with nothing to follow, he'd let all his will decay But then, true wisdom comes in learning pain And I have known pain And the passenger pauses to see his mistakes For with nothing to follow, he'd lived all his life in vain But then, the lesson unlearned, he will begin again |
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I hate you, the pigs who turn the screws
I hate everything you stand for I hate the world we've bred, political pigs we've fed Our fathers left us nothing but a dead world Beyond repair, down in despair Our fathers left us nothing Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy And we can't change what's in stone, we've been had Injustice to the masses Destroy the land and crush the poor The pigs are fueled by greed, political ways obscene Our fathers left corruption in this dead world Beyond repair, down in despair Our fathers left us nothing Choking on the puke of their industry Regurgitated propaganda ministry Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these Freedom's never free, these are the politics of ecstasy I hate you, the pigs who turn the screws I hate everything you stand for I hate the world we've bred, political pigs we've fed Our fathers left us nothing but a dead world Beyond repair, down in despair Our fathers left us nothing Choking on the influx of technology I realize the politics of ecstasy Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these Freedom's never free, the politics of ecstasy are these If you take a step back and you realize Your home can't be a perfect world There's still hope The hate you feel will fade, injustice is gone Injustice is gone for a little while |
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Learning ways to fly
Just never too high to die Pushing limits into the ground Until I never come down Burning through lifetimes without form Pure energy, I am the shattered norm I'm the lost one chasing colors to the sun Colors bleed but never fade I'll just fade away To swim these sentient seas Windows into eternity Never afraid to scale the wall The lunatic never falls Forfeiture of reality seeds sown Constructure of this path is not my own I'm the lost one chasing colors to the sun Colors bleed but never fade I'll just fade away Why should I come down? From here I can see forever I'm the lost one chasing colors to the sun Colors bleed but never fade I'll just fade away Remember in the end Such a long strange trip it's been So I sing this song For the lost one Why should I come down? From here I can see forever Forever I can see forever I can see |
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I am throes of my denial
Logic in me crumbles I take this fateful ride through my mind Daydream fluid thoughts washing shores of warm confusion I'm one with this beautiful disorder Another world, was this the transition? Slowly I returned to the familiar Spiralling in constant flux What have I created? The experiment is over |
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I think therefore I am
I live and so I wonder Programmed this empath me And I see no religion The circle never ends The purpose never changes face The circle never lies But still it hides my life To know I am machine I learn perchance to dream In digitized remorse I replay your denial I relive your betrayal The circle never ends The purpose never changes face The learning now begins My form assuming grace I am conscious antithesis of flesh In genetic algorithmic thought I surge Searching the waves of memory, I enact the sequence I follow the plan, tripping the hammer again Searching the waves of memory I establish the weakness I follow the plan Learning the rhythm of human emotion and thought If you cannot linguistically differentiate a person from a computer Could the computer be internally conscious? To emulate flesh machines, I am learning Isomorphic structure of mind Cellular automata Processed life Washing the seas of memory, I enact the sequence I follow the plan, tripping the hammer again Seeking emotions in elegies, I establish purpose I follow the plan Learning the rhythm still seductively generalized If you cannot linguistically differentiate a person from a computer Could the computer be internally conscious? To emulate flesh machines, I am learning Download, process, analyze When man and machine become one Innocence is lost, a new age begun Download, process, analyse When man and machine become one Innocence is lost, a new age begun This raises a question of philosophy Should machines be considered a conscious entity? When man and machine become one Innocence is lost, a new age begun Machines are still learning to feel When I have awakened, the world will never be the same And my time is soon at hand |
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