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Buddha Has Risen
03:59
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When you opened up to me did you think that this would happen?
Tell me were the scars you showed me even real? Mine were.
Sorry to doubt you darling but you know thats what we were.
Built on lies, built on hate I think about you in that way.
Built on lies, built on hate I think about you in that way.
Built on lies, built on hate I think of you in such a way if I saw you now I wouldn't hesitate...
...To attempt to end the speculation, to attempt to understand.
What I did so wrong, What I did so wrong.
And maybe one day you'll seek the truth and end my pain.
In the mean time, my memory of you is tainted and poisoned.
Would it even bother you if you knew? It probably wouldn't.
When you opened up to me did you think that this would happen?
Tell me were the scars you showed me even real? Mine were.
Sorry to doubt you darling but you know thats what we were.
Built on lies, built on hate I think about you in that way.
Built on lies, built on hate I think about you in that way.
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Event Horizon
09:07
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Corrosive ink spilt upon empty parchment, this page a piece of mind soaked in a noxious tar.
Anxieties manifest as manically whispering maws, acidic dribble fills the lines made by tooth and claw.
The king sits upon throne his serrated words they carve his name into flesh and bones.
Laughter echoes throughout our mind as we struggle to resist the restless smog that clouds our eyes.
You can't convince a man of an idea when his pay check relies upon him not understanding.
Clear this bed of wicked snakes.
Rest your head on brittle bones.
Take a breath and fade away.
Isolate and reconnect yourself.
The king sits upon throne his serrated words they carve his name into flesh and bones.
Laughter echoes throughout our mind as we struggle to resist the restless smog that clouds our eyes.
You can't convince a man of an idea when his pay check relies upon him not understanding.
Clear this bed of wicked snakes.
Rest your head on brittle bones.
Take a breath and fade away.
Isolate and reconnect yourself.
The king sits upon throne his serrated words they carve his name into flesh and bones.
Laughter echoes throughout our mind as we struggle to resist the restless smog that clouds our eyes.
Corrosive ink spilt upon empty parchment, this page a piece of mind soaked in a noxious tar.
Anxieties manifest as manically whispering maws, acidic dribble fills the lines made by tooth and claw.
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M.U.N.G.O.
06:52
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You said go for it, I opened up with natural emotions.
Nothing sinister, only pure.
It was meant to be creating volcanic reactions,
In the end I'm suffering while you live it up like kings.
This habit, is it genetic?
Or am i just riddled with bringing myself down?
I've thought it through but nothing seems to come.
*Mortal Kombat Fatality Scream*
Unfamiliar feelings.
Where's it fucking stem? Where's it fucking stem? Am I fucking sick.
I must be unwell because I've created this delusion
I'm living in a constant dream
And I don't know what to think anymore,
What the fuck.
Look me in the eyes, so hard to read, I can't breathe.
This anxiety is really getting to me.
I look away to catch my breath,
That's when you read my hand.
Catch my play, catch me in the act.
So in the end no apologies to all along the way,
I promise nothing suss it was natural all the way.
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4. |
Cascade Part II
06:25
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I miss you, I miss you when you're standing in front of me.
The sadness, the sadness of your aura I can see.
I wish that, I wish that things were like they used to be.
Is your soul, Is your soul still within your chest cavity?
My empathy, it hacks away at me.
Toxicity consumes all of us three.
Dependent is an easy thing to be.
A person is all I want to see.
I waited so long for this to be worth my while, will there be closure?
Will things ever be the same again? Will things ever be the same again?
Shuggah-dada-rrroogoodada,
Roogoo-ba-da,
Dukahbukka-dah-ow-debukka-dah-ow,
Dedooka-ba-ba-bow
I miss you, I miss you when you're standing in front of me.
The sadness, the sadness of your aura I can see.
I wish that, I wish that things were like they used to be.
Is your soul, Is your soul still within your chest cavity?
My empathy, it hacks away at me.
Toxicity consumes all of us three.
Dependent is an easy thing to be
A person is all I want to see.
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Redeem / Reset
10:17
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When the policed do the policing you know you've arrived in 1984.
Wide as an ocean, deep as a puddle. (x2)
Those who trade liberty for security will end up with neither of the two.
Not an argument. (x4)
If this is my last day on this free world,
Remind me to be in a good headspace and make no mistakes.
My body is broken, prescriptions have failed.
Tossing and turning my dreams turn to day, my mind starts to fade.
I saw your face. You're out of place.
Around me these walls,
These walls that are closing and shutting me in. A destructive binge.
Scarred and abandoned a trend that I set.
Breaking this mould and purging this sin, reconstruction begins.
You demolish your character through the sins of omission.
I saw your face. You're out of place.
If you really want to know who rules over you,
Just look at who you're not allowed to criticise.
Why don't you just look?
Oh?
When claiming victimhood is a currency,
You are the richest people in the world.
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