1. |
The Metro
01:45
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2. |
Theory of Everything
05:10
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If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Why do I see nothing but gray
Save the vivid reflections of
Their ideals - dealing in disarray
The hopes and dreams of a generation unfounded
Ungrounded by arrogance
You keep your heads in the clouds
While your feet sink beneath the ground
Up to your neck in apathy
Where it should be empathy
Cast away to live day by day
You don't care you don't care that you don't care
Apathetic quite pathetic
Nature or nurture
For better or for worse
You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture
The never ending cycle that we continue to feed
Brings us to our knees to satisfy our material needs
The never ending cycle
You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture
The never ending cycle in which we blissfully indulge
Even though the mouth has a perpetual death grip on our neck
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3. |
Third Sequence
05:59
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Come one, come all
To the beautiful fall
Of all you hold dear
Mankind fears all which it does not know
And now it owes
Pay Up
Now that the tone is set
It's about time we place our bets
Take your seats hold your hats
Or don't but be prepared to fall on your ass
This world
Is not one worth living in
This world
Is not one worth living in
Shut up, take your pill, consider it a win
Distracted by the dissonance
While they rob us of our innocence
Hypnotized by their song and dance
While we sit in blissful ignorance
But one could say that guilt and ignorance
Are one and the same one and the same
Knowledge begets the fall of man
The fall of man is at hand
If we don't band together against this
Regime of baseless asshats and their
Dictations, orchestrations, blatant media castrations
Coming live to you from under
The rock they dwell
I know there's gotta be more to life
I know there's gotta be more to this
I know there's something wrong here
I know what I've got to do
Pull out the rug
Unplug
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4. |
Impetus
03:56
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There's gotta be more to life
Than the common core
The barren empty sights
When you wake inhale
Take in the mores
Of the conformist parasite
There's gotta be more to this
Than the lies they feed
The broken trusts and trysts
When you lay down at night
Inhale once more
Give into the chemical bliss
Let your heart start to take heed
Hear your voice ring
Open your eyes sweet thing
Don't you wish to be free
Cast aside these rusted chains
Let caged wings break to sea
Fly higher than you ever thought
You could be
No I don't need to
Fucking bleed for something new
No I've had more than my fair share
Of red red white and blue
No I don't need to
Find the answers, put on the other shoe
No I have better things to do
Than fucking bleed for you
Let your heart finally beat
Challenge it, question everything
You have to fight to be free
No more tethers, no more strings
It's our voice, endless possibility rings
Can't you see we're finally free
There's more to life
There's more to this
There's more to this life
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5. |
Galaxy
04:43
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Sublimate
And rise to another plane of existence
As I stare into these eyes
I envision nothing but lies devised to
Decide my destiny for me
I wander far from my home
My life is no longer my own
To hold, it unfolds from my hands
Even if you can't understand this
Try to understand me
Listen to my words
Even if you can't stand to
Stomach these poisonous thoughts
Eat your own beliefs
And then swallow mine
I wander far from my home
My life is no longer my own
To flaunt, as it falls from my hands
This cataclysmic catastrophe
This trite altruistic travesty
Come clarity I feel it course through me
Never have I ever felt so goddamn tall
But as I stand I feel the room grow small
Never have I ever felt so goddamn -
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6. |
Intermission
04:44
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I wake to the same dream
I had before I rid myself of
This accursed machine
Or so I thought I had
This world is not one worth living in
This place is one of unrealized realizations
This city is one of uncivilized civilization
This life is worth fighting for
"I DARE YOU"
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7. |
Sciamachy
05:11
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Fighting an enemy I can't see
Can't speak can't breathe
Do they even exist
In the grip of a machine
I bleed I feed
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has
Taken away everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Stares at me the omniscient
The nascent perceiver
Fighting an enemy I can't see
Can't focus
Does this even exist
In the grip of a fiend
This greed secreted by
The apocryphal system
Grasping at straws like pulling teeth
This anathema has
Taken away everything from me
This chimerical apparition
This ethereal phantom
Religion division are one and the same
Provision derision stare into my eyes
Misprision elision this is but a game
Revision incision we need to reprise
As I ponder life's concision
I am dipped into a pool of confusion
As what I thought was real is just a vision
And the truth is just an illusion
Fighting an enemy I can't be
Can't think can't feel
Do I even exist
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8. |
Zenzizenzizenzic
05:53
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Color killed the manichaen among us
So your aversion to diaspora
And designation as blasphemous
Suggests a centennial seventeenth
Repressed representations, revisiting vistas of nostalgia
No stopping it still in this state of delusion
Institution, pushing the intuition of ignorance
Ignore it but your in the same boat
Now watch it sink
Repentance leads to regression
If the only way forward is backward
Then what is the lesson
To be learned
Color killed the manichaen among us
Though I’m sure you’re proud
To champion a regression
A return to form
In the name of “tradition”
Sabbatical worthy of the radicals
No rest for the the wicked?
They seem pretty well rested to me
Rest in peace
You reckless thieves
You reap what you sow
I'll laugh as you weep
I see contact lenses plastered green in your eyes
Well I can tell you now there’s only red in mine
This fire burning in me
A pilot light for all to see
It terrifies, crucifies, nullifies
Conjecture forced through apathy
Repentance leads to regression
If the only way forward is backward
Then what is the lesson
To be learned
Every peace I see:
A colorful puzzle
To release
The dramas that have set me
Free
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9. |
Null
08:17
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Conjure conjecture
Set fire to the pasture
Confer convert
Burn down the order
"Capture creativity
Bar in the levity
Castrate the conscience
Let go of consciousness"
Forsake plausibility
For the sake of possibility
Forego probability
Before you go pray to false gods
Descend into the hell
Of self-knowledge
Only then will we achieve godliness
The death of dogma
Is the birth of morality
"In a world without shadow
We seek to conceal
Searching inside
We ask what is left to reveal
Kill off the weak breed incest
Control the rest while we all regress"
Some
Thing
In
Side
Stirs
You
Burn
Nothing was ever the same again
Nothing was the same
They have you in their crosshair
There's no escape from camera feed glare
Paralysis sets in, continue to stare
Paralysis sets in, glad you took that dare?
Glad you took that dare?
Well if you weren't aware
This world hangs by more than a few threads
Threads plucked by indifferent hands
But now we see red
Now we see red
Now we reap the blood of the heretic
The singular heretic
Singular as transgression is unprecedented
Set the precedent
How you move in times of ardor
(Proves the person you are)
Now we see red
Red of passion, red of war
Red of the likes we've never seen before
"They don't seek progress, they just mutilate what they do not understand"
Oh, how you move in times of ardor
Proves the person you are
So who are you
You can never escape from us
Can't wait to see what awaits for prime sus Pect #1
She burns
And this self-immolation stratagem
Becomes
All I’d care for
If only that ephemeral fruit
Would pass
I could move past
This atavistic clash
This cataclysmic catastrophe
This trite altruistic travesty
The river bed is dry as my mind Implodes into unreality
Back to the start
Let's go back to the origin
Originator of sin
You've drowned us all in dystopia
All that's left is this hearse called culture
All that's left is this hearse called culture
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10. |
Atavism
10:52
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As I gaze into this fractured mirror
I fail to recognize the eyes that stare back
As I walk along this downtrodden path
I fall to my hands and knees, start to crack
These hands have touched the mouth of perpetuity
These eyes have seen shades of shades of grey
When one ventures the road less traveled
It seems fit it will all unravel
It seems fit it will all unravel
This tapestry tattered and torn
A far cry from the moment you were born
This apostle breathes
But is that really a life worth living?
I beg to disagree
Hollow body
And shallow heart
But mind resolved
To find a start
She burns
In passing this torch again
I breathe in harder now,
Maybe never again
It pushes the best of me
Just to be
All too sure
(Of) what I refuse to see
May light touch my heart to breathe
Honestly
In failure's grip
I find the brightest seed
Back to the start
Reluctantly
Back to the start
Though it will be
Back to the start
I refuse to see
Back to the start
But not for me
This cataclysmic catastrophe
This trite altruistic travesty
Come clarity I feel it course through me
Never have I ever felt so whole
Filled with purpose I strive
Forward into the bleak
For I know there is nothing
Greater than myself
How does the old adage go again?
“All I do is win”
How does it go again?
“This will never amount to nothing
Well that’s better than standing up for
Something you don’t believe in”
So here we go
And I’m ready to know
The depth of it all
That you refuse to show
If we could choose
To have nothing to lose
Then faulty conscience
Would give nothing to prove
The trepidation
That I feel so strong
For all my words
Could it be none were wrong?
So I guess we’ll start
On familiar ground
With heavy heart
But body sound
Back to the start
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Why do I see nothing but grey?
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