1. |
Better Than I
03:56
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The ocean is on time.
Mother Nature fills my mind.
Complete pineal unwind.
My thoughts are redefined.
You feel better than me in life, feel better than you,
And I feel better than you in life, feel better than I.
I just want to feel the same
as I was before I came.
But I could not abstain.
Like a moth flies towards the flame.
It's wings will burn out bright.
Altruistic towards the light.
Comply to fight or flight.
Sympathetically not contrite.
I think that you would drown.
If the ocean knew you're found.
As the waves fall and surround.
Like their bodies towards the ground.
Die and birth from L.S.D.
Then washed back out to sea.
You're only a lessee
Of your physical body.
The ocean is on time.
Mother Nature fills my mind.
Complete pineal unwind.
My thoughts are redefined.
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2. |
Short Trip; Long Trip
02:24
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I am not a knife so don't compare me to one.
I don't cut through as sharp, on the things that I've done.
Bleed it out until you fill the ocean.
Give them all they want with complete devotion.
Californian little squares.
Make me feel unprepared.
With the signs on every corner.
I only feel bad that I never warned her.
Confide in things you understand.
Unlocking the room; your pineal gland.
Close your eyes, don't let it scare you.
There is nothing that, it could compare to.
I am not a knife so don't compare me to one.
I don't cut through as sharp, on the things that I've done.
Bleed it out until you fill the ocean.
Give them all they want with complete devotion.
Confide in things you understand.
Unlocking the room; your pineal gland.
Close your eyes, don't let it scare you.
There is nothing that, it could compare to.
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3. |
Third Eye
02:59
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Fault lines that I misread.
Won't mind when I am dead.
Ring of fire so ecstatic.
I won't die like an addict.
I fell asleep, half awake.
The other half was running wild.
I'll catch up eventually.
Subtle dreams are all I need.
Something to hint that I can breathe.
Open lungs; the water's gone.
And waves will always carry on.
As will I, we'll scrape by.
And I promise to stay alive.
You'll find me.
Just love free.
You're third eye.
Can see fine.
Not tainted.
Just fainted.
The ocean.
Is your friend.
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4. |
Knife
02:52
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I am not a knife so don't compare me to one.
I don't cut through as sharp, on the things that I've done.
Bleed it out until you fill the ocean.
Give them all they want with complete devotion.
Californian little squares.
Make me feel unprepared.
With the signs on every corner.
I only feel bad that I never warned her.
Confide in things you understand.
Unlocking the room; your pineal gland.
Close your eyes, don't let it scare you.
There is nothing that, it could compare to.
I am not a knife so don't compare me to one.
I don't cut through as sharp, on the things that I've done.
Bleed it out until you fill the ocean.
Give them all they want with complete devotion.
Confide in things you understand.
Unlocking the room; your pineal gland.
Close your eyes, don't let it scare you.
There is nothing that, it could compare to.
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5. |
Stays High
02:55
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Don't raise your hand to the passive ways.
Unlock yourself from this cryptic haze.
Don't lose your grip to the deep blue sea.
The tide comes in and waves will peak.
Wave by wave, day by day.
The surf stays high as the tides will change.
As do we, passively.
Time heals wounds, I'd disagree.
Cause I've got one on my heart.
From when it was torn apart.
And at times I can't sleep.
I fall down into the deep.
Dig to find my weary spin.
Buried 6 feet from the pine.
Underground, freshly drowned.
Root the soil to be found.
One last breath pray for death.
2 more days I'll be out west.
Start anew, bid adieu.
Say goodbye to who you knew.
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6. |
Tread
03:22
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Look, what I've become.
The damage is already done.
The drug is in, the room will spin.
Enlightenment will soon begin.
These questions aren't real.
"Who am I?" or "What to feel?"
Yield advice from a friend.
Who wears the mask that you have been.
Swim, use your limbs.
Use your voice and dress it prim.
Use your legs to try and tread.
Before the ocean fills your head.
Scream, to hear your words.
The thought of death will soon occur.
So use your mind and try to think.
Before your body starts to sink.
Swim, against the tide.
The current is where you reside.
Hold your breathe to get a grip.
As consciousness begins to slip.
Return back to the sea.
To kill the demons peacefully.
Wash ashore, you're born again.
You've killed the people you have been.
Tread, against the waves.
Before your body can be saved.
Your mind is weak, don't fall asleep.
The current pulls you underneath.
Sink, to tell the truth.
Who'd ever thought that I'd need you.
Like the water in my lungs.
I've killed the person I've become.
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REEFS California
REEFS is a one man project that explores an array of different sounds, styles and genres.
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