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Don’t forget to stay in line,
Keep yourself ahead of time.
Make yourself a monument for always having something to say.
Intrinsic accomplishment can manifest in hundreds of ways.
I’ll take your business if i’ve got the time,
A line drawn through heaven here’s your piece here’s mine,
How can i choose when there’s nothing at stake?
This conflict is pointless its something we’ve made.
I can’t fight the feeling because the feeling doesn’t listen anymore.
Euthanasia with a joystick. Oh it won’t be long now.
Crucifixion to your music. Oh it won’t be long now.
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I’m being kept here againsty will,
my mother is guilty shes fooling you all.
Tell us where you’ve got the hostages,
you’re only making this worse for yourself.
I never felt like this as a child,
I look to the past and all I see are smiles.
…….I think we’re done
Outside we see a change in the subject.
His gaze is fixed and hard.
He thinks only of his target.
He attacks ruthlessly but not maliciously.
I stoked the flames with my attire.
I crossed the threshold of my desire.
and with a shudder poured out the future
and then retired a broken creature.
This is awesome.
I wanna go again.
Although I can do this myself its so much better with friends.
I need to practice if i ever hope to better myself.
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I’m just being nice but really I don’t have a clue.
I’ve no point of reference when I’m listening to you.
Do yourself a favour tell the truth.
What is it inside that can convince us
to convert all of our ignorance to shame?
I’d rather be the pupil than not know that,
I failed at life today.
It’s OK, we can’t know everything.
We criticise in safety,
construct ourselves lies dipped in faux sincerity,
to share pages of books we’ve no interest in,
and score points that we’ll never spend.
Tell us that we suck I’ll call you friend.
Is nothing all we have in common, in this relationship we’re building?
I fear that this friendship will not last…
We have collided and divided with our faulty feeling of fraternity
We have collided and provided with a mysterious lack of irony
We’re learning nothing.
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Ball (sac magique)
00:50
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How can I say how it felt just with words…?
Impending doom…that was all that I felt.
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What will you be, when you die?
Will you be immortalised?
In the memories of men?
or the stars that create them?
Draw a line, divide truth and belief.
Tell me which side gives and which side steals ?
Heres the man that made us all.
Why does he need all that gold.
Has a fit and kills us all.
Wheres his sense of self control?
Most things we have left behind.
Brutal things from ancient times.
There are those that wont forget.
All of those who claim to show,
Everything we can not know,
In explaining how we conquer death,
Are fleecing you your right to live,
Do whatever you want and harm none.
Understand that you’re not the only one.
That to fear is entirely natural,
as is everything that surrounds you.
Stars that expire leave you as the product.
Years mould the cultures that seek to inspire.
People created the morals that guide you,
Humans! Flesh and blood!
Chasing the truth is as noble as it is enlightening.
Ignorance is dangerous even when its comforting.
I hate the way that we’re meant to attribute everything that we love about the ones we do,
to the bad guy in a story with an unhealthy obsession of the paths we choose,
but what I hate more is that what we see is so much more poetic than what we make up.
Let’s try and turn our backs on all these ill thought gestures and add a little reasoning into our books.
I picture the energy that created their love for you
as never alone
timeless…immortal.
Slowly wiping chalk dust from our eyes
we can be sure that there’s one way out of here,
and if there is a purpose then you have it all to fear.
You’re like lambs to the slaughter and I’ve had it up to here.
Don’t misread the signs.
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Haven’t you seen it?
You’d not believe it!
Show you deserve it and you’ll get the key?
I am a human, I have rights!
My hands are weapons im willing to fight.
Show me what’s inside!
He/she/you has/have,
I want
Give it to me.
I’ll take it from you.
They’re blurring the boundaries between necessity and greed,
and though the crayon is smudging its path is controlled by the hand.
How does a kid channel rage such he kicks in a shop?
Has he fallen from grace, out of favour with god?
Should his parents be blamed for not doing their job?
Or are there darker forces at work?
Taught they’re in reach of their dreams but they can’t get a job.
Being spoon fed schemes by those born at the top.
Having nothing to leave for a daughter or son,
could be the catalyst in this reaction.
Everyday the wish stays the same…
entertain, entertain
When the cats aren’t licking at the cream no more,
It’s a sure fucking sign you’ve got beef.
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When these chords fade away and cease,
I know if not warm I’ll be safe at least.
Im broken by choice but have found release.
No it shouldn’t take much to make me happy.
Ive been broke and hungry,
but never had somewhere I couldn’t escape to.
Ive been lost and angry
always had friends that can carry me through.
I get mad at systems that make it hard to chase my dreams,
yet im ignorant of others that would prevent me from being…me.
Im not so blind to think there arent those worse off than me,
what if I solve all of their problems does that leave me free
To air all of my issues for the entire world to see
or is the nature of this beast such that it pays to have the former perspective?
Oh truth is I dont know how to feel.
I dry my eyes,
take stock look around
And realise
I’ve witnessed
harmless negativity at worst in my pursuit of a life,
we should define,
as having a right,
to just survive,
and spend our time as we see fit.
To be aware doesnt mean be unhappy,
to punish yourself would be missing the point.
If I had to trade places I dont think I coild take it.
Total acceptance needs dominion of power.
Are you sure? Its much easier to hate.
Blinkers are my safety net I dont think that I can change.
Pick up pick up pick up the phone.
One little chat im coming home.
To write a song about it.
Lucky are those who have the time to reflect.
The sticks and stones that move our parts,
that boil our fears and forge our arts,
that change our minds and break our hearts,
that fool us into taking charge,
is lunacy with changing face,
a loosely fitting mask thats laced,
with bitter herbs to hide the taste,
of wounds left from a fall from grace.
How many times can I make the same mistake?
Tell me how to end this.
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Have you ever imagined a thought in someone else’s head?
Id drown in my own if I didnt tread water.
Maybe others would die,
so they stay close to the edge.
Maybe I could teach them to float.
I dont, care its not a fact its opinion,
the burden of proof lies in your hands,
you could see the truth if you listened,
read some more it’ll all become clear.
This is not a choice from how I feel,
its been researched before peer reviewed,
all the evidence is around you.
Have another drink
and shut the fuck up
or get the fuck out
and stop being a dick…
When I wake up in the morning
I take a look in the mirror
I am ashamed with what I see
But my heart betrays my eyes
Zero for delivery
Deluded confidence eclipses integrity.
At least its over now.
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Look at me yeah I’m oh so artistic.
You can tell by the clothes that I’m dressed in.
You’re just jealous if you try to contest it.
Oh look at me yeah I’m so fucking fantastic.
A common mistake, this is all a disguise.
Though the concept is real all the content is lies.
I see conmen and charlatans posing for hits,
while the painters disinterests as bold as his brush dipped in shit.
But if i ever got my way,
id never be the one to pull the plug.
Truth is I like to feel the rage sometimes instead.
Hopeless cases bolster my convictions
and contain the raw integrity of honesty before its laid to rest.
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What does it say when the view from the stage
is a sea of material in fasion today?
Can you say that your journey was true to yourself
that the signs you had followed weren’t shortcuts to wealth?
The talent though clear has plateauxed but not peaked
and the gradient we’re facing is staggered not steep.
The distance presents an illusion to us.
If we press on do we end in air or in dust?
Oh in this case you are the architect.
You design with will and time,
carving the landscape as you sail through life,
unable to look behind.
Unless you are sure that you are doing the wrong thing you have to
tell yourself ‘never say’
its much easier to stop and limit myself
because saying goodbye is just like dying
and whats the only thing you cant hide from death?
Make up your mind now kid cos this is it.
We’ve already wasted too much time.
Time to be leaving you lead i’ll recap.
Now I know that you dont want to punish the loves in your life
with your selfish endeavours but trust me,
there are some patches of earth in your life
that you’ll find out cannot be returfed,
and while the fragrance of blossoming futures are fed
by the compromises you threw out,
inside you are rotting
a husk of the person who told me in trust that theyd conquered their doubt.
Dont give up my friend
I dont ever want to have to have this conversation with you again.
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