1. |
Floating Frequency
04:29
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lost in space
to listen to time
floating waves
all our frequencies
quick to change
channel surfing
(never thought i was a prison)
push all this shit into my head
(there's got to be a better way)
take the life out of my breath
hell i'll buy a new one
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2. |
Dead Sail
05:31
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thinking less to get away with
dealing in whats left to live with
gnawing every single secret
(fell into a growing hole)
turning lies into a marriage
(as it grows wider, i grow small)
imagination used to carry
sinking dreams that have been buried
through the black sky
I've been sailing
to find my place
amongst the decaying
its not about the pain you're causing
it's about the absence that you're leaving
i pulled you out like a weed
from your roots to leaves
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3. |
Crooked Collapse
05:04
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why must you call on me
crush bone like will
open up my chest
it's ripe for the harvest
here i am again
deep inside my hell
let us all spin down
around around
injection into vein
last moment absent pain
mended with a dose
good god left no hope
need a transition
out of decision
good feeling all my fucking ambition
wondering time
all wandering lost
it will all come at a static cost
(lose all feel)
so crooked collapse
as i fall (and no one's watching)
it takes shape (and i'm collapsing)
this is my last dose (will they revive me)
darkness i'll be you soon (my heart is stopping)
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4. |
Remote Viewer
03:10
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5. |
No INput Signal
04:46
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even if i give it away
would it still come for me
i tried to start all over
but how do i give up this comfort
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6. |
Channel Surfing
06:05
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still dark and raining hard
my eyes are closed, i can still hear your feed
(go to sleep)
constructed by the light that you shine on me
(go to sleep)
(the circus in your head)
i watch every damn show
(i'll change your schematics)
and hell just what do i know
(just smoke your cigarette)
all these codes and combinations, undertones and i can't read your head
you could show me everything you know and i would still not understand
let go
so i can
wake the fuck up
dreams let go (i can show you everything i know)
so i can leave here
dreams let go
leave this nightmare
hell i don't know
why i don't wake up
oh why oh why must i see you
the monster comes, the channels we view
climb out of the dark to fall apart
so i can wait another part
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7. |
Teleprompter
03:24
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feed me my muse
use me to move
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8. |
Shared Neutrals
05:50
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bled light on a distant couch
covered up on a sixth sense
that this was never meant
to be a life discontent
I've held time and it's light as air
stars are small from here
buy time to realize
a system so failed design
there was a troubleshoot to find
that this system had a goddamn mind
(you can share this pain
as our hearts are in phase
and our eyes turn into dust)
I've held time and it's light as air
the inverse is the current i share
help me
this current
i'm so gone
there's nothing
I know that I am nothing
I know that life's not constant
i know that I am nothing
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