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Advance
03:14
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even when we stick together...
the truth be told, i know we're all alone...
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Birth
04:14
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heart manifest, I mold silent wishes, a snakes' flickering tongue withers
cloud illuminate, I call the skies' bluff, a storms' joke on me
love is a razor blade, circuit tripped I bind hollow glitches, doors noisy hinges
face frozen like that of love is a razor blade spiral up
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3. |
Limbus
00:38
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4. |
Eye to Eye
08:05
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I must have found the secret recipe for getting just what I need
and if you walk along next to me, at a comfortable speed
I wouldn't mind seeing eye to eye with you
send a message from your thoughts that I can read
Manifesting in a craze with you
a veracious obsession to pursue
tempted to falling in a trend with you
attempted mystery reisalved
a serenade for a dismal parade
move along to the disco, be persuade
We're dreaming in another century
where we're simple primates
alpha-males and mating calls
epitome of our lascivious selves
Out of focus is the story told
dialing in from the other side
if there's a light for me to reason with
I'd be happy to try
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5. |
In New Mirrors
04:47
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In new mirrors, the surface of sanity reveals an array of color true enough to mistake for the real thing always questionable after this many lashes to thought particles collecting dust in their absence misleading toward boredom through outside eyes separated to expose many motions lingering as lost as a satellite slipping closer I am to a truth unexpected alien parents robbed of their alleged lab rat
Spilling you by freewill, bizarre and real truth racing from my pores.
Pissing information to be used against the brotherhood an apple of your eye and a sect of the why ask me later I could give a damn when I am where I am and seeing it for what is what it is a good majesty a nice shoe to polish and a fine rag of the spit pee stoop glad to be a cloud never mind on never mask off only in the dawn of our existence
Spilling you by freewill, bizarre and real truth racing from my pores.
Stirring up the scrambled thoughts and tearing down the forts
And oh the backwards bending knees would have been nothing far fetched of the programmed children I've never met plainly believe none of which to imagination first hand witness of a timeless truth and the trend fades... and the fair trades... and the air raids... and their authoriwhat? and their no`thing and the bend made after ends made and the fat paid and the trend fades and the ace a spade and the trend fades
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6. |
Inquietude
01:05
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[instrumental]
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7. |
Drink This
03:41
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Stab myself with an knife and come back to life if I'm not open hearted I can change that I can tell you're circling and the drugs are working we're just passing through don't let it get to you
You've got a lot of clones who report back to you a hit list is as good as a wish list all your friends dead for Christmas wisdom teeth growing in the infectious fear isn't going to win
Steady movements and focus til the end been thinking this through before I go ahead and press send take me by surprise the color of your eyes the feeling of your skin I can't help but to want in
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8. |
Modular Hopes
03:17
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[instrumental]
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9. |
Prana
05:45
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skip
backwards
erase the words
think
tryin to think
erased
thoughts erased
erase the whole world
skip
erase the whole world
back to life
skip the
skip the beat
the beat
skip
please
skip
please
come back to life
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10. |
Song for Surgeons
03:14
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I wake up and their eyes are made of stars
the city sings and the street names speak
everything changes completely
and the doubt disappears
blue outlines they shimmer in the edges of a glance
traffic lights and sirens form in melody and time
no one's forced to feel one way but no one's out of line
Westminster and Matthewson and Washington are mine
doctor wakes me up and tells me the surgery went fine
Broadway and Empire are there for my down time
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11. |
Eleventwentytwo
03:07
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[Instrumental]
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12. |
Temples
04:51
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May I pretend I am not alive?
A pleasure to deceive an empty compromise
Relieve the growth of an elastic breaking point
Steady persuasion mock the voice of innocence
Ever such soothing words to swear by
The deepest shallow end you've never swam alone
Amongst avoiding the conclusion you might strike a nerve
Never believe for a second we won't get what we deserve
Cause we're temples of our own behaviour
Temples of our own behaviour
Temples of our own behaviour
Behave
Temples of our own behaviour
Temples of
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