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Ephemera
04:20
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Oh can you feel it, the static, the rumbling, the magic?
The weight of the whispers we pour into caskets?
Or are you too distracted?
Hands in touchscreen handcuffs we surf through
The shit memes & worse news
Cheap joys & despairs that we burn through
Dying bit by bit, trying click by click to discern the truth
We all have reasons to fight, dragons to kill, & no time
To armor up & sharpen our knives, harden our hearts, ready our minds
To do whatever it takes in this fucked up, evil, blood soaked game
Are we just flies on the wall waiting for a fist to fall?
Just ash & water animated by storms & fallen stars?
Oh energy & entropy, we are nothing at all
Or are we mathematics manifest, seeking static bliss?
Language, loyalty, logic, beauty in the chaotic?
There's a cold comfort in calculus
We all have reasons to fight, dragons to kill, & no time
To armor up & sharpen our knives, harden our hearts, ready our minds
To do whatever it takes in this fucked up, evil, blood soaked game
i have seen the axe left to rust in the rain
(I have seen the locusts hunger for the blood of the grain)
Ephemera, if not now, then when?
(Will you die with your head in the sand or the wind?)
We all have reasons to fight
(& we're already dead)
Harden our hearts, ready our minds
To do whatever it takes in this fucked up, evil, blood soaked game.
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Dead Skin
03:56
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I stare at the walls, empty & blank, i disassociate
Paralyzed & transfixed
I drift from scene to scene
Can't believe the audacity of me
I could die staring at walls, lost in math & memory
Blood & regret & distorted daydreams
Fuck that, paid for my crimes
Now it's time to shed this dead skin
I'm only getting older, i slow down
But time speeds up
I've got so much more to give
It's been time to take control
(Get out you bleeding shadow)
Call it karma, call it death collecting interest
On the things you can't forget
Or can't let go of just yet
You must rise above this disease
(I need a new set of armor)
(Now it's time to shed this dead skin)
You've got to rise above this disease
(I need a new set of armor)
(Now it's time to shed this dead skin).
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Color Me Chaotic
03:54
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What a feeling it was
Windows open, breeze blowing in
No fear, no vice, just work & hope
Was i free or was i dreaming?
Are eyes so bright always so damn fleeting?
How long does the trail stretch on?
I've broken all my joints & bones
Got dirt in my soul, my boots have some miles
Skin scorched by sun & florescent floods
No time to fret for the things i have done
Just burn the midnight oil
The walls are closing in again
Whatever it takes, edit, erase
(This is my code)
Speak the truth or not at all
(This is my code)
& the truth is that i'm dying bit by bit
By living my truth, but it's okay
(This is my code)
I can play the game
(This is my code)
I am to blame
Just tie me to the post & light the match
(Light the match)
Light the match
(Light the match)
I did it once
(Did it once)
Did it again
(Did it again)
Against the best of intentions
(Motherfucker)
Color me chaotic, color me fucking done
I am a bleeding machine on the run.
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Boots
02:17
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Sleepless, vigilant, hungry, hunted
Digging in the dumpster for my daily bread
I've got my boots & my axe & a heart full of glass
Shredded flesh i heal with the magic of the damned
This is attrition, but i've got my plans
No regrets, no steps backwards
No regrets, no steps backwards
No regrets, no steps backwards
No regrets, no steps backwards
Reject your fear
Collect your spirit
Get up & face death
Victory is close
So much closer than it seems to be.
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Melee
02:45
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We were told:
You are the sum of your parts & some chemical hope
As though the self's in the skin, & the heart's in some hormones
We were deceived:
You are just the product of genetics & environment!
Have you seen the sin in your irises?
Who are the voices in your bloodstream?
We were fired:
To stoke the fear of the new hire
The difference between hope & despair
Half empty, half full, zero, null, all is fair
Nihilistic, near miss, none the wiser
We were beaten bloody raw
The quotient of choice & the fists of the law
Hands in touchscreen handcuffs, bloody backs against the wall
I was speaking language learned in borrowed voices
Wearing costumes for choreographed avoidance
Safety in secrecy
I am the ghost in your machinery
Still silent, still lost, stagnant, but still breathing
Breathing. breathing. breathing. breathing.
Well, i haven't been myself in quite some time
Drowning in the social calculus of common courtesy
Ey, who's the gal behind the game?
Yeah, who's the skirt behind the script?
Who's the dumb motherfucker who thought they were human?
Relative content, hollow dialect
I haven't been myself in quite some time.
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K.Y.F.S.T.
04:08
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I've been packing bags just in case
Packing bandages, rations, & mace
Ready to disappear at any time
We could quietly drive up north, park down by the lake shore
Grab a boat & sail by night
If you're spiraling out again, don't forget to breathe
You were born for this dance
Close your eyes & hold yourself
Feel earth under your feet
(Smile) There's so much left in your hands
I'm so scared that it's too late, we built this home in a failed state
Will we be defenders or refugees?
Paranoid & panicked i guess, i dress for war & hope for the best
But i've lived in the gutter before, i'm not afraid to go back down there
If you're spiraling out again, don't forget to breathe
You were born for this dance
Close your eyes & hold yourself
Feel earth under your feet
(Smile) There's so much left in your hands
Crazy times to live in, i feel sick from my own existence
(Light the match)
A mask can't keep this madness from infecting me
I've come so far, so weak, so small
In four, out four, ready for more
(Light the match)
(There's so much left in your hands)
(K.Y.F.S.T.)
You are useless without clarity, don't forget to breathe
You were born for this dance
Close your eyes & hold yourself
Feel earth under your feet
(Smile) There's so much left in your hands.
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Magic Circles
04:19
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You can believe what you want
What you need to get you through the night
You can believe in yourself, in a lie of invincibility
But long is the road, & the night, & this vicious cycle
Dying again and again, it ends when you let it end
I've been cold, yeah, i have been desperate
I've lived with some secrets that left me sleepless
Truth does not forgive or forget
I am so sorry for the things i've had to learn to be to live alone
It's easy to get lost in gutters full of doubt & drown
Not sure how i got out
Does it matter now? there's too much left for me to do
I can't dwell on the past when i have magic
I have wept & bled & been filled with regret
(I have wept & bled & been filled with regret
For the life i have lived & the things i have said)
What else to expect from a misanthropic mess
(I am so fucking bad with people)
My code comes from karma & kaleidoscopic quests
(Ha my code! My code?! My code is bullshit!)
But i have grown, i found a home
(Bout time motherfucker)
Some day, when i am dead
Maybe they'll lay me in a boat & light a match
Light the match
(Let us burn)
Light the match
(Let us burn)
I've been cold, yeah, i have been desperate
I've lived with some secrets that left me sleepless
Truth does not forgive or forget
I am not sorry for the bridges that must burn.
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Solitude
04:21
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Gotta let go, gotta get out
Gotta get my shit together, i could do so much better
Gotta reset, gotta remind myself:
You were happy before the party
I was so distracted, i was so damn bored
I forgot the seasons pass as though none of us were ever born
(But you are not a cat in a box)
You owe their eyes & ears nothing
I keep my distance, my distance keeps me alive
Gotta stop breathing the air that isn't worth breathing
Shut my mouth, still my hands, silently exit the room
(Gotta stop thinking about the ears behind the curtain)
The eyes behind the door
Existential noise
Forgot the place, forgot the time, forgot the name, forgot the rhyme
For the reason language failed, logic failed, loyalty failed
(But you are not a cat in a box)
You owe their eyes & ears nothing
I keep my distance, my distance keeps me alive
I am not a hermit or a mystic
Not a recluse or a cynic
If i did not want to be alone
I would not be alone, you know?
I ain't ever needed much, so fuck this fear & fuck my luck
Call it dharma, call it debt
I've heard it called equivalent exchange
Strange to age but what?
Is it worse to get old or not know love from hurt?
To not know need from want
From shit those bastards shoved down our throats?
To not know how to stop the bleeding
Get back to the concrete for another beating
To not know friend from foe
I know the world is a brutal place
But don't you dare forget:
We find ourselves in pieces
Chemistry unraveling like clouds covering the stars
Just vibrations trying to feel alive…
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Petrichor
03:14
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Ephemera (Instrumental)
04:20
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Dead Skin (Instrumental)
03:56
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Boots (Instrumental)
02:17
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Melee (Instrumental)
02:45
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Solitude (Instrumental)
04:21
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Petrichor (Instrumental)
03:14
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