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Skin Deep
03:00
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SKIN DEEP
Live to serve false axioms
And manufactured gods
Steer clear of the mirrors
Lest they should fail to hide our faults
Externalized reality; this is all we need
We are drowning
In our own skin
Betrayed from the outside in
We are falling headfirst
Into a skin deep society
Don't think, just speak
Don't live, just breathe
No love, no pain
She lies next to me, but I can't feel
Anything
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Ink
02:51
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INK
Drown me in your sweet midnight ink
Swallow my soul just for a moment
Show me the end
I feel the universe inside my chest
Echoes of the emptiness I found in life
Company nor substance could heal this state of mind;
Counting down my life
Miles from your embrace
And still I long for the nothing
Careless, infinite
Midnight my love, won't you
Drown me in your midnight ink
Peace is in your arms
Hold me in your blackened heart
Never wake me up
Drown me in your liquid arms
Never wake me up
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3. |
Evolve//Despair
03:53
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EVOLVE//DESPAIR
Are you satisfied?
Incoherent hive mind
Speak your mind, but mind your speech
Your soul lives in the thoughts you keep to yourself
None for one and one for all,
Collective consciousness will fall
Leaving only the bones of yesterday
In reticence, you will not go wanting
In solitude, you are not alone
In silence, you will find strength
Through introspection,
Evolve or Despair
Mourn for those who knew you yesterday,
For you have grown; you have changed
And they remain victimized by the ones they rely on
Never satisfied
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4. |
Lacunae
01:22
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LACUNAE
[instrumental]
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The Concept of Tomorrow
03:55
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THE CONCEPT OF TOMORROW
Maybe someday, I'll find the words
Maybe I'll taste them as I choke
And maybe I'll find the heart to bare my soul
Just as it leaves this world
I'm fading
I am
Frozen in Time
Sentient still life
I am
Creative thought
Dried up in the sun
Eyes half closed
High on Hope
Someday, I'll find purpose in life
One day, I'll see paths before me
I'm paralyzed
Myopic lies cut me up
Maybe I'll never find the words
Maybe I haven't the heart
But maybe tomorrow, I'll come to life
Tomorrow, I will thrive
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6. |
Polarities
06:15
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POLARITIES
I will try to hide this
But the sweetest lies linger on my lips
And I'm not sure of everything I know
If I share this weight, will it pain or enlighten you?
Don't tell me to let go
'Cause I'm not the one who keeps holding on
To this deadweight
It's become part of me
I told you it's for the best that you stay out of my head
But still you listened to every word that I never even said
And my heart may falter, but it tells no lies
So be careful not to look too deeply into my eyes
'Cause they reflect oh, so clearly what I lock inside my mind
When the deadweight falls, and shadows crawl
Will I drive you away with these polarities?
I'll carry you on wings of lead
Safely up and over this hell I've created
Painting midnight in my head
Will I drive you away with these polarities?
I'll carry you on wings of lead
Will you see through this insanity?
As I paint it midnight in my head
I won't live to see the day
When all hell fades
Slave to these polarities
Forever sinking in the day
One thousand miles above this hell I've created
But on these wings of lead, I can't maintain...
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