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We all create this imagery.
We all increase this lunacy. Floating, melting Open sores for exploration Exploding worlds Surrounding imaginations? This will conclude our story The first date of existence seems to be changing We are their property, we are their slaves We surround all bodies Focus- Time stands still Keeper of the stars, I hope to never find We are just mortal souls left to die We all create this imagery. We all increase this lunacy. -All Bodies -Contortion (The Discovery) Ego, controlled killing The tables have turned Obviously a poor creature of existance We die one by one We overlooked our control Fire swarming Engulfing, transforming Human restoration incomplete The end. (The Landing) This beautiful scenario can't last forever We must go see the conclusion Starting a new species, classify nothing Life grows with trees on high Nature creates this mechanical lust Nature form this fore fed trust Cancellation Motivation Creativity We will soon live in peace We will soon die in peace -All Bodies -Contortion |
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| 2. |
| 3:58 |
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The road is dry... I'm fucking delirious right now...
Life goes on... glorious evening of nodding and jump starts... I need to make a personal dance party. The brain works very weird at this hour... Not the best time for lyrics I suppose... Keep writing... keep dreaming... Keep writing... keep dreaming... Keep writing... keep dreaming. Nope, can't be awake and dream, drifting in and out, in and out... Eye motions... in out... heat lightning, Scares us both... the only two people awake at this fucking hour... I won't remember this in the morning... At least I wrote this all down... please pick the right song... The one that keeps the eyes wide... Creepy... creepy... creepy... Yes, creepy... The idea of control... Controlling death with alertness... When is the fucking sun coming up... The idea of control... Yes, creepy... Controlling death with alertness... Controlling death with alertness. Then it all changes, same scenery but sun involved... Shouldn't be much different... Alaska, Alaska. Then it all changes, same scenery but sun involved... Shouldn't be much different... Alaska, Alaska... the brain works very weird at this hour... The brain works very weird at this hour... The brain works very weird at this hour. Tick tock tick tock... the rain is pouring now... Wide-awake... at least for now... nature can be the death of me... A thing we'll never overcome... in out in out. |
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| 3. |
| 2:22 |
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Croakies
Boatshoes Collars up Daddy's money increased my social status "Dang, my loafer got smudged" We are the suburban elite "Hey where y'all wanna meet?" I've got something to fucking prove man I've really gotten something to prove Dude...brah...lets go party tonight Maybe start another goddamn fight But its alright, my coach knows the sheriff Don't stare At my car At my shirt At my girl |
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| 4. |
| 7:23 |
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(Slip into something more comfortable...proceed into space)
Innocent individuals Concerned about nothing but happiness Progress becomes easy due to this social situation Unfortunate turn of events Collapse this idea of childish thought No judgement towards one another, no social status to compare All as one Exploit the idea of innocence Goddamn television god Corrupt me Seperate us Groups of difference seem to comfort what we once didn't think of This show was in their head for years Enjoy this life of wonder and imagination For it will be torn down You will be torn down Time to hate, kill, fight, conquer This is human life at its best We'll televise this event You can learn how to live, breathe Then finally die (The sweet relief is a must) We can speak of obsession We can love the endless |
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| 5. |
| 0:56 | 
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| 6. |
| 7:07 |
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Crush us
Over and over again The years have come to this An improper art form Faking our own thoughts and sounds Robots crush Death of human-music Bright lights fill the sky Track us through our fields of money The old days seem shit and primitive Abduction Control You write for me Oh, master Master of the machines Take this shit and make it gold Make my face sparkle with fame Master of the machines Fuck them hard and neglect their thoughts They will never see us coming No more human voice No more human actions Imperfect fucks stand in the dark Crush us Over and over again The years have come to this An improper art form Faking our own thoughts and sounds Robots crush Death of human-music Counteract the idea of control Human emotion can only produce the thoughtful Finally discovering the idea of perfect harmony This is the day we finally make beautiful notes again But will we ever realize A situation so far dead Make this a war Blood fills the sky Drop the deadly dive-bomb The end of this outside life We will find art again |
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| 7. |
| 8:27 |
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[2x]
The early love seems to become jaded I'm never expecting this Glance towards the mirror Imagination towards the stars The endless desire for my one and only true love [2x] This will never change (never change) (never change) I predict But I do get tired (do get tired) If only they knew what push we have given For this music This happiness that keeps us all sane For this music Cold nights seem to force questions For this music Not wanting to accept these thoughts For this music, for this music I have worked and I will keep working To keep the tradition of my one motive in life Once building drum boxes and pretending to be an artist [2x] I guess I'm here, but it feels weird To know how weird all this can be It seems to never work out like I planned Like we planned [2x] One day it will all come together First place desire in the backwards marathon One day it will all come together That's all we can ask for It's raining...it's raining...it's raining It's raining...it's raining...it's raining It's raining...it's raining...it's raining It's raining...it's raining...it's raining When the sun comes up, it's still raining [5x] Slowly we grow Weeds turn into Smiling trance Never mentioned When the sun comes up... It's raining...it's raining...it's raining [2x] The early love seems to become jaded I'm never expecting this Dance for the mirror Imagination towards the stars The endless desire for my one and only true love Dreams won't let go Thoughts will not change Can't watch it fly away |
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| 4:18 |
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| 9. |
| 4:46 |
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Prescribe me: Corrupt me
Put your guns in my hands In the hands of the young Let's kill Let's die We're all equal tonight Prescribe me: I don't want to feel what is happening I don't want to know what I see Please don't let me cope alone Joystick revolution move me It's all a dream Redneck lord you still soothe me Behind your black tie revolution This is just a party Prescribe me: Become the whore Please drug the young Follow the gods For sex and greed bring the smiles The rich, sexy smiles The smiles that blow the minds of every goddamn male pig out there We all just want to fuck What is love, the idea of love Corpse play Tradition marriage: We don't have to take this serious Have you seen the cities Have you seen the images We have to be you 2005 welcome to perfection Prescribe me, indulge me You have won |
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| 10. |
| 5:31 |
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(Begin)
The freethinking brain can finally travel Take in the radio waves and stew up that imagination I worry too much Boredom gets to me Pussy Yes they call me this The masters of the ocean churn down in my mind Calling me only what I feel at times I just want to be loved and liked by everyone Shining down on my every move Impossible thoughts Stay on this cruise Never go back Relaxation calms these metal nerves Need to just let go and become a giant Forcing the improvement of our musical system One can't do such Especially with such lack of confidence Maybe they will see it Maybe they will frown upon this face Time I keep drifting away I look forward to these days physically But mentally they become very tiring Why worry Personal happiness should be all that matters (I feel the most of the time) Days like today Mordecai flies down on this ship and stares me in the eyes (every time, can't change) Maybe I should just be this bedroom performer I keep hearing of No pressure, no boundaries Only personal pleasing Coward Yes I call myself this Control Control me Sit back now Piss it all away Loser losing lost (scene) |
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| 2:54 |
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