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Sour Sounds
04:17
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The youngest son is raised
he walks with a fire in his eyes
and acquires certain taste
I'm growing older with age
turns out I'm ready to leave
but a part of me will stay
always yours
it’s a shame how now we get along
when I'm already gone
I'm the haunting ghost
I'm the old familiar feeling
that you get when you are all alone
[pray He lets me stay]
when the walls seem ever so respiratory
I'm telling stories to keep you at peace
the mother of this skin I own is alone
This phantom tomb
this empty womb
my sempiternal attitude towards you
smiles from the attic
and sneers from the basement
[I’m lost]
the tone is placebo
no room for us here
for replacement
counteract
we connect
with the flickering of lights
the overwhelming subtle sounds
heard throughout the night
I'm the haunting ghost
I think we both know
I’m better off on my own
I’m growing older with age
turns out that I'm the poison
you found lying down
without the antidote to keep me close
so wipe your bloodshot eyes
this world clipped my wings
so you gave me yours to fly
the youngest son is raised
he walks with a fire in his eyes
and acquires certain taste
but a part of me will stay
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Just sit tight and don’t talk
you make me feel miserable
but only in short intervals
I'm thinking maybe you’re fine
it's just hysteria taking its
sweet time to heal
so we can feel again
under the mattress
resides stains from tear ducts
I've lost my train of thought
brain damage from OCD
is preventing my thoughts from here
you know that I would rather be
able to see crystal clear
[for the both of us]
I can't thank you enough
for all the times
my ugly thoughts creep up
when sin and murder seem so cordial
and I just can't keep up love
I'm so fed up with watching us
we love to interrupt
we love to buck
I'm sorry to say
your alpha face
is not enough
to reconnect the rope of lust you cut
shut me out then suck me in
a battle of wits against your twin
you always win
think of it
I'm desperate
to beat it within
to problem solve
where it begins
You asphyxiate my focus
while the gods of love provoke us
help me break this spell
that they've cast down
we can't mend or try to fix this
when the odds are so against us
crawling from this hell to higher ground
The artist
the dancer
the actress
enchanter
they all had no answers
they all were just cancer
but along came this one now it's all a blur
I can't forget her
I tried so many times to clear my mind
I just don't get her
Jesus help me
we sit quiet
lay in silence
then get violent
wish I could speak softer-toned now
let's turn this down to a three now
In the parking lot of the hotel you scream
the officer had asked for the keys and ID
you accidentally left your weed
right in the passenger seat
so what did I do?
I took it with me
You asphyxiate my focus
while the gods of love provoke us
help me break this spell
that they've cast down
you can't mend or try to fix this
when the odds are so against us
crawling from this hell to higher ground
Just sit tight and don't talk
I used to feel miserable
but now that you're gone
I'm alright
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3. |
Apheliotropism
01:21
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Starving to reverse this bloom
I live inside my head
and I stay inside the bedroom
body feels like a drone
it does what it's told
till the time my weary eyes close
"You're not suppose to be home
you’re young and full of life
you should get out with your friends more"
advice that I couldn’t take
because I couldn't hear it said
over noises that my head makes
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4. |
Innerverse
04:52
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I start to revisit the place
you found me blocking out all the noise
[unholy whereabouts]
giving in; XIII sins approach me
according to the memory I fail
but I could never deny
We're becoming well aware
digesting this information
[if it’s what you advise]
eyes that stare right through us
wide and bright
a clinical chemical
reconstruction of mind
if it's what you advise
If branches only stretch
as far as seasons allow
could I strip away the old leaves
plant feet into the ground
these roots won't run dry
we let them overflow
as if you and I knew where to go
It’s in the way you
shape your indifference
I'll become the wind for you
envelop and pursue
this won’t enfold the way it used to
[filling voids with senseless noise]
I felt the marvelous patterns of wind
as the siding bashed against the house
and woke all of the residents
I'm on the outside
always on the outside
so scared of what may be out there
so I keep my foot between
the door and frame
door and frame; I refrain
I can hear the others calling out my name
XIII sins; I commit
I walk in as if I never left the place
Tempt me with my XIII sins
and I’ll commit them quick
at least I have the upright standing courage to admit it
My imagination peaks
I love the thought of it
mind-knot tied taught to it
might as well talk to it
to see if it speaks
Perception, perception
it's all about perspective
hold your thumb up to the stars
and block thousands of dimensions
but it’s been written in nature
since first conceived
to be bright and ritualistic
to vibrantly fill all the gaps in between
there's never an exception
you must let yourself let go
when we arrive inside our minds
Arrive inside your mind
The tide is rising
can’t you feel it?
don’t grip too tight
I’m right by your side
It’s in the way you
shape your indifference
I'll become the wind for you
envelop and pursue
this won’t enfold the way it used to
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Vesper Visits
04:01
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Sympathy is listening from the door
here nodding in and out
parachuting down
I could pretend to care
but where’s the fun in that
the back and forth
I will never rest; spirits left unattested
The discord lives inside your home
it hits when you are all alone
when you sit down upon your throne
the discord is your only tone
This nail I pinch between my teeth
a clear sign I might lean to leave
the cringing pop of air to ear
I shake my head
and it disappears again
fictitious thoughts resurface
But coincidentally it reminds me
of my temperance here
There was a father once
who spoke of his unborn son
he preached so loud
the worms could feel his words
what would I have named you
if I saw your face?
would your mother change her mind
if she looked into your eyes?
I like to think
that you would have been like me
only a little more aware
that love begins internally
I will never rest; spirits left unattested for
The discord lives inside your home
it hits when you are all alone
when you sit down upon your throne
the discord is your only tone
I’m not cut out for this
and I don’t know If I’ll ever be
cause I’m not ready
steadfast ready
but condemn me if I don’t try
cause I’d rather suffer through
I’d suffer through for you
I’d suffer through
I’d suffer through for you
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6. |
Heliotropism
02:31
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Staying fixated
on pulling my weight
I don't want to drag us all down
may be confused
but no longer afraid
I know every king earns his crown
this only works
when I'm aiming straight
I've learned to leave the failed attempts
in their deserving place
as arrows in the ground
I’ve learned to leave the failed attempts
in the ground
We wear faith like costumes
scared to fill our headroom
too consumed in other's views
when their only motive is to impress you
I'm not impressed
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7. |
Clocks Like Hell
03:45
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You said you’d follow close
but now you’re out of reach
and I am not walking backwards
nevertheless, I’m not afraid
now seeing that
this stem seems to grow and harness
the only light found in the darkness
there’s something beautiful
about the times we learn to grow
Despite the places we have been
I never bit the feeding hand
Bury ourselves in road maps
find ourselves a destination
worry ourselves to death
with the voices in our heads
they’re in our heads; these voices
we’ll drown them out
and follow through
and find that steady glow for you
nevertheless, if I’m being honest
I’m running far from here
What would you say if I gave
one more reason to stay?
“all the more reason
to stay away from me”
your thoughts seem to wear and tarnish
every time you act so heartless
reap what you sow
you’re on your own now
Despite the places we have been
I never bit the feeding hand
so why worry myself to death
with the voices in our heads?
they’re in our heads; these voices
we’ll drown them out
and follow through
and find that steady glow for you
nevertheless, if I’m being honest
I’m running far from here
You steal every part of me
the love//the bliss//the sympathy
your paradigms spread apathy
upon these deafened ears
these clocks like hell run endlessly
into places of unpleasantry
I shut down afar from here
while you rebirth your precious years
This stem seems to grow and harness
the only light found in the darkness
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8. |
Temptation of Knowledge
04:39
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Hide your face from the passerby
inside you find it strange
you seldom see it fit to greet them
then with the stroke of lust
you see no difference
between them and us
You’re an entity
breathing with purpose and worth
few among us attempt to see
all of our beauty
how I dismiss from my mind
the vile ones around us
What an act they put on for us
they’re just lost little children inside
their only hope to survive
is tricking us into believing they’re God
They are not God
just subpar frauds
Show me your guts little one
will you retreat?
accept your defeat?
fight for what's right
or continue to run?
plant your feet firm in the ground
no one respects a coward
Then with the stroke of lust
you see no difference
between them and us
Long live the kingdom
and sacrifice your king
long live the kingdom
now sacrifice your king
bring him to his knees
and sacrifice your king
bring him to his knees
just to feel the glory
I never liked this part
only loved what it gave
but it’s harder to tear apart
then to mend what we’ve made
We're all infected
with the craving
of being dark
no, we can’t run
I’d rather starve
Plant your feet firm in the ground
we’re going home now
We lift our heads
unearthing the truth to grow
fostering this place
that we will call home
I'm not afraid to see where we will go
we’re going home now
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Body Thief Washington, D.C.
Dan Hawkins
Greg Chipkin
Sebastian Ramos
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