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Exordium
07:07
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Play Dead
09:28
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I can’t restrain myself, I have no self-control.
I can fulfil myself; write your complaints on this black hole.
I see the truth in you; I kiss your bleeding eyes.
I want to be like you, but you are all that I despise.
Wait for me; accept me for what I am not.
Make us proud; make us dance inside this lie.
Brainwash me, transform and deform this wilful mind.
Carry us through the drones of lost goodbyes.
I am your archetype, the scene of your crime.
Same old design, another home brewed paradigm.
Wait for me; accept me for what I am not.
Make us proud; make us dance inside this lie.
Brainwash me, transform and deform this wilful mind.
Carry us through the drones of lost goodbyes.
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Limelight
06:54
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Shine those lights away from me; I don’t want your admiration.
Don’t you bow in front of me; I don’t deserve your adoration.
What comes of pride after all this time? Where’s the man in the frame today?
Hanging on to an absent memory, and blinded by the light on the wall.
Sweep my feet from under me, break me down with exclamation.
Rusty nails are buried deep, hanging sprightly illustration.
This ego died after all this time, where’s the work of art today?
Mourning for a far-flung memory, and blinded by the light on the wall.
Stay beside me when I tell you to go.
Wipe the sweat off when I dwell in the snow.
Can you hear me when I’m screaming inside?
Will you find me when I run and hide?
Stay beside me when I tell you to go.
Wipe the sweat off when I dwell in the snow.
Can you hear me when I’m screaming inside?
Will you love me when I run and hide?
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Distant Day
08:54
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You blow a fuse, you lie around,
You take abuse and rightly so.
You sing the blues, you make no sound,
You bear a bruise and watch it grow.
Fight or flee, don’t hate me.
You have got no time for the world,
And you’ve got no time for yourself.
When you’re looking for another way,
And there’s nothing but a distant day.
Your broken hands, your bloodshot eyes,
You’re not the man that you should be.
Those fruitless plans, your phony guise,
You hit the fan and smother me.
Fight or flee, don’t hate me.
You have got no time for the world,
And you’ve got no time for yourself.
When you’re looking for another way,
And there’s nothing but a distant day.
Shake me awake, bring me to life.
Take me awake, bring me a life.
What can you see? What can you feel?
Two flaming pins under your eyes.
What can you do? What can you say?
You’re fading under bleeding skies.
Fight or flee, don’t hate me.
You have got no time for the world,
And you’ve got no time for yourself.
When you’re looking for another way,
And there’s nothing but a distant day.
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Frostbite
06:11
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Open your skin, twist and recalibrate,
For your sins, wait for Metanoia, heedless and about-face,
Fill the holes; take what you need while you can.
Watch the mesh pulsating,
Dim the sunlight…
Bundle your wounds; don’t let the scars get near,
Yield the fumes, no more Paranoia,
Nobody whispers your name, let go, pardon yourself while you can.
Close your ears, pull the plug,
Raze the spotlight…
I can’t repair your broken frame.
I cannot save, this stifled flame.
I can’t repair your broken frame.
(If you’re struggling to conform, don’t change yourself, change everybody else).
I cannot save, this stifled flame.
(If you’re yearning for reform, don’t waste your time, don’t waste your time).
You are inefficient, you are insufficient, no-one’s falling down for you.
You are unprotected, you are disconnected, everybody’s watching you.
Don’t breathe a word, the silence is deafening,
Fresh skin installed, try not to perforate,
Listen to silent words, lend an ear, to all the inaudible sounds.
Nimble brain, foolish hands,
Thaw the frostbite…
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The Beaten Path
08:44
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I could choose the beaten path, but I don’t want to.
Walking backwards might be the only way ahead.
I might beat the chosen path, but do I want to?
I might say what cannot be unsaid.
I could drag my blistered feet, along the gravel.
Should I split this crumbling tar?
If I could have it my way, there’d be no embers under this bridge.
If I could do things my way, I’d have a weighty bag of tricks.
If I could have it my way, there’d be a luscious pie in the sky.
If I could do things my way, I’d kiss this broken life goodbye.
I’ve been screaming lullabies, for too long now.
Could I choose this beaten path?
If I could have it my way, there’d be no embers under this bridge.
If I could do things my way, I’d have a weighty bag of tricks.
If I could have it my way, there’d be a luscious pie in the sky.
If I could do things my way, I’d kiss this broken life goodbye.
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Love War
08:57
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He scrapes his feet across the timber,
He chips into the groove,
He moves his hair away,
And he spits upon the truth.
He knows he cannot make you happy,
He forges cavities,
He smokes his lungs away,
And he sits up on the roof.
He paints the ceilings and the shelving,
He busts another move,
He knows that you can’t change,
So the climate must improve.
A pair of flawless, rigid fumblers,
Lost deep within themselves,
Hell knows they’ll never change,
As they blow another fuse.
And with the infidels inside,
Selling pictures of the bride.
People listen from outside,
With their ears open wide.
All those memories washed away,
Down the drain of disarray.
And yet there’s nothing you will say,
So just turn your head away.
Just put your brain into your fingers,
And watch it reach the boil,
Search deep into the core,
And we’ll see if you strike oil.
Now tell her that your heart is with her,
It never went away.
You know what she will say,
And the pressure can uncoil.
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Swan Song
02:55
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Wait for me; accept me for what I am not.
Make us proud; make us dance inside this lie.
Brainwash me, transform and deform this wilful mind.
Carry us through the drones of lost goodbyes.
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