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Annette
04:37
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Everything's change.
But I've stayed the same.
Life's not to blame.
When it gets strange.
Sometimes we bleed, the pity we breed.
Simple; complex.
My dear Annette.
You give what you get.
Unspeakable hex.
Give unto me, I'll give back to thee.
Jung be my guide, in this valley of time.
Freud has the cure, uncut and pure.
Rank be my dreams, when I fall asleep.
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Rhode Island
02:41
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New Philosophy
04:25
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You slip out of consciousness.
Like an old wardrobe.
The decisions you made, can be tied,
To your damaged frontal lobe.
What an easy scapegoat to use.
You can try and hide, but I still see your bruise.
You'll compare and free your mind.
The things you'll never be.
Extraversion, maintain yourself.
Build your own philosophy.
What an easy scapegoat to use.
You can try and hide, but I still see your bruise.
You slip out of consciousness.
Like an old wardrobe.
The decisions you made, can be tied,
To your damaged frontal lobe.
You'll compare and free your mind.
The things you'll never be.
Extraversion, maintain yourself.
Build your own philosophy.
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4. |
Subtle Waves
02:40
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Hollow eyes apologize.
as their rotting,
The ghost inside will sympathize.
With all of those it's forgotten.
Subtle waves of our intent blur together, we pretend.
That we are all content, feeling better as we blend.
We dilute to some dispute of who is righteous with the truth.
The hollow lies, pollutes our minds, fill ours heads up till we're blind.
Follow flies to your demise.
The lack of love you're allotting.
Criticize; then empathize.
The child you've begotten.
Subtle waves of our intent blur together, we pretend.
That we are all content, feeling better as we blend.
We dilute to some dispute of who is righteous with the truth.
The hollow lies, pollutes our minds, fill ours heads up till we're blind.
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Burning Photos
03:58
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Burning photo, my vision's gone hazy.
I want you to know I don't want you to save me.
I'll be just fine, I am learning a lot.
About straightening my head and the good I've forgot.
Burning photo, I don't think that it's crazy.
Everyone needs time you don't need to persuade me.
Remember the time that the waves at the beach.
Pummeled my thoughts and put you out of reach.
Tell the truth you feel asleep when you're awake.
Stigmatize my own two eyes, you hesitate.
This melancholy voice is one of decay.
It becomes fainter every time that it's replayed.
Reverberate and return to me.
Unlike the love I had been told to set free.
You gave me light and life, it's all a paradox.
Then darkness comes and shed's itself on half the clock.
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Harmony
03:30
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Don't swing your fist, don't spread your hate.
Open your arms, your love's innate.
There lies the truth, in who we are.
There's no need, to learn how.
Just look inside, your heart's endowed.
There lies the truth, in who we are.
Leave behind, your simple mind.
Expand your head and think instead.
There lies the truth, in who we are.
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7. |
Nothingness
05:47
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You fantasize on horizon lines,
over the fields where your ego dies.
You'll seek the truth, you're meek in youth, and so uncouth.
It will follow you, like your demons do.
You criticize on others lives.
Unlike your own, your content implies.
You've found it out, unwound from doubt, profound throughout.
You fear for what nothingness is all about.
Bring your fears. Bring your doubts.
Existential views that could be blind throughout.
Sell your pride, it has done.
Nothing but hurt your health; mental set to run.
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