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Introduction
00:54
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It’s quite the flaw, a fault in design,
To be afraid of the course of time,
A needless fear burgeoning of what’s to be.
A constant need for knowing,
A desire to run and hide,
Let it all subside.
Longing for present presence,
Understand the concept in essence,
Be prepared for the supposed reckoning,
A constant need for knowing,
A desire to run and hide,
Let it all subside.
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Disillusion
03:36
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Confusing roleplay between your
Man-made doubt and the love you have outstanding,
Tried so hard to free your mind
Of the fear and your heart of demanding,
It’s no use,
This feeling is stronger than you.
Difficult to choose between
What you know and your liberation,
Is it truly fate or is this just unreasonable expectation?
It’s no use,
This feeling is stronger than you.
Choose, choose, choose.
Choose, choose, choose.
“Why’s the hardest call on me?”
“Why must I?”
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4. |
A Theme
04:18
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Irony,
This despair with which I dance is a mere mutated arrogance.
Bitter love,
Estranged and conditional and ever critical.
This ego’s,
Self-deprecation is born of expectation.
Sudden shift,
An ever-subtle slip that bears the phantom hardship.
It’s all clear now,
I’m losing myself.
It’s all plain now,
I’m losing myself.
Challenge met,
A sense of usefulness; the fierce and constant test,
Struggling,
A re-occurring theme; the placement of my esteem.
It’s all clear now,
I’m losing myself.
It’s all plain now,
I’m losing myself.
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Futile
06:40
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You know the truth as good as any,
Probably even better.
You see the lies so plainly,
In all the hugs and kisses,
Every postcard and letter.
If the front’s not convincing,
All of the effort is futile.
It’s futile, it’s futile, it’s futile.
Struggle for ease through this dilemma,
This crisis.
Can’t ascertain perspective,
You’ve no source of comfort,
Or calmness.
If there’s no resolution,
How is any of this worthwhile?
It’s futile, it’s futile, it’s futile.
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6. |
I Choose
02:21
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Take my trembling skin,
Gilded cage I hide within.
Take these clammy hands,
Action to my every plan.
Take my fleeting youth,
All the lies, all the truth.
Take this aging frame,
All the hurt, all the blame.
I choose no one else,
Just you.
Take my every smile,
However juvenile.
Take my focused stare,
Lay yourself out bare.
Take my swinging mood,
Render me renewed.
Take my everything,
Start this life out clean.
I choose no one else,
Just you.
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7. |
Interlude
01:14
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Silent
03:57
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Never once did I predict,
An occurrence such as this,
Where every thought I could convey,
Seemed so incorrect to say.
Silent,
I didn’t mean to fall silent,
Now I find myself silent.
I didn’t mean to fall silent,
Now I find myself…
Interaction seems so stale,
As every valid word would fail.
Acquiesce to fear of speech,
Stunt my verbal outreach.
Silent,
I didn’t mean to fall silent,
Now I find myself silent.
I didn’t mean to fall silent,
Now I find myself…
What are the words that bring you joy?
What are the words?
The likelihood of saying something sincere,
Or uttering the words you want to hear…
In every calculated gesture I see fault,
Seems much easier to say nothing,
Let my words come to halt.
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9. |
Boy With No Memory
05:26
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Gone.
Where I once was all to be found is carbon.
I.
Unaware where I am nor the harm done.
Where’s my self?
Space.
Where once were my hands, my action.
No light.
Not one refraction.
Where’s my self?
Drift at the expense of my vision.
Learn to hold my form; my mission.
Where’s my self?
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Predilections
04:55
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Persistent shame can be so numbing,
Diminishes the senses.
Veils the notion of real love.
Step out of mind,
Witness the false conviction.
Rid thyself of negative predilections.
If the answers aren’t forthcoming,
Perhaps it’s time for different questions.
Satisfy your longing for real love.
Step out of mind,
Witness the false conviction.
Rid thyself of negative predilections.
Know not participation,
Always to observe.
Always riddled with these doubts,
Whether you deserve.
Though it may seem elusive,
Do not trust your sight.
Vision clouded by your woe,
Rendering your plight.
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Compassion Burnout
06:20
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Grown too tired for altruism,
I have no more fight.
I can’t help but give in to this cynicism,
It wins outright.
When it gives,
Takes you with it.
In my state I’m not blessed with ignorance,
It’s still in my sight.
All this pain,
I can’t be any part of it.
No,
Not this time.
When it gives,
Takes you with it.
When it burns,
So does your will to nurture.
When it gives,
Takes you with it.
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