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Bed of Laurels
04:07
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I know a bluff when i see one. the only truth is that youre lying. Youre a master at applying your own wool just to keep the lights out. Ill open my veins, spill blood on the paper. There's a veil on the eyes of everyone here if theyre seeing a hint of intelligent design. wander off of a path that has been time worn just to see where the peat and the stone may lead. Ill fall by the wayside, make way for the fool's pride. Ill fall by the wayside never channeling you. Entice with the shiniest diversions. the greatest joke is a tragedy. A creed long forgotten, never wondering where it all went wrong. Now close your eyes to match your mind and make a smile while humming that tune. The blind in the front lead competent craftsmen, who bruise thier fingers on the simplest tasks. to be seen in a softer light they cannot find a line to keep themselves in this new limelight. This empire wont last all the masses seek refuge from oppressive schemes to keep churning out the next big thing. All thin layered substance on top of weak structure leaves little room for better outcomes, there's no better outcomes. Where the steady are falling and the infants can run its death is a blessing when it cant carry on. We all have a voice begging to be heard but the things that youre saying sound so absurd. Im not understanding. Take a bow make your exit and hold your head up high. Remember your name because it wont last.
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Through a Fisheye Lens
03:44
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This time the newspaper denied a hero's tale replaced with in favor of a loving memory. This child cries under the pale gunfire skies. the story of his legacy replace by a celebrity. And we mourn at the loss. These lives are so fleeting while we worship with no meaning. And we cringe at the thought That I could rest easy to the silence of a hand grenade. There's no solace, I cannot bleed for this I was not made for it. If they saw what those eyes had seen. They would be pleading for the live they can no longer lead. And a drop becomes a wave over the lines of a horizon I forgot was even there. And it comes and goes repeating until it proves that im just that temporary. This is where we bought and we sold out selling our limbs to the highest bidding patron for rare renaissance paintings. They are flailing yet the dust collects the rot sets in till it consumes our lives. Here lies the grave of "insert name here" I lay and silently pray in hopes that this will drown it out. The dust collects, the rot sets in.
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Kansas City Shuffle
04:15
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This pace is removing and strikingly real. The walls are all falling and I cant be still. This seperates you and I. You're so not into it. You tell me I will fall, youre probably right. This sound rings in my ear Im not the only one who holds the record for the greatest act, so far. Emulate what you love a substance beyond reparation. Now who is left to believe in a message so far removed from the only creed thats instilled. This sound rings dissonance, while harmony sounds so harsh. Well count this as a mark against us all. Oh what a failure this could bring to you replace the art with nothing of value. this sound rings dissonance. Weve been marching on with no cadence. make your own sense of time worn games and squeeze the last drop from these stones there's nothing left to gain from the sound weve heard before. This is the page that separates brushstrokes from scratching in the dirt. This is a story that we all know will end just where it began. Now cover up your eyes, your hands on your ears and sing me something I dont know. Redefining separation, sweet songs sounding all too harsh.
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Godhand
06:32
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A salute to the tallest mountain youll climb and the peak that im approaching much taller than you know I remember when you held the reigns take a step down and I know ill be removed from this. Im a mess and youre a martyr. Apologize with downcast eyes, what men we could have been. What children we still are. A salute to the tallest mountain youll climb and the peak that im approaching much taller than you know I remember when you wore the reigns. You made this look easy. I know your real name. Untouchable, you reached the sky. Somewhere between where the ground hits my feet your pride will rest. here on the ground I build my wings
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