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Paranoia
03:36
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(Light and Sound...)
(Brush of wind...Smell of smoke...)
Mindloss.
Phantoms in the
Caverns where I
Used to think and feel my
Time lost.
I'm losing what I thought was really me.
(Light...Sound...)
No memories
Or remembering anything.
And every dream:
No longer mourned
For they cease to really be.
(Rush of fear...Smell of smoke...)
Do I sense a loss of time?
And how was I led here?
It never seemed to cross my mind.
A drooling, sweating, sticky mess of a person.
A tidal wave that's too big to break and too tired to know
What it breaks apart.
There's no such thing as a brand new start.
(Through your means, and at your ends. Do you find that you were wrong?
As paranoia balloons in the throngs...)
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"We're holding you up by a silver string.
We're binding your hands with the garden hose.
We're weighing your feet with a heavy stone."
When everything is out of focus, it's just us: incredulous.
When everything is out of focus, it's just us, it's just... everybody.
Do away with this anger for an old familiar stranger. (You're just... so familiar.)
Because we're staring right up at the surface. It's just... ridiculous-ness.
When everything is out of focus, it's just us: incredulous.
When everything is out of focus, it's just us, it's just... everybody.
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Parabola for The Man
05:42
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In the smiling,
In the laughs,
In the chit-chat,
In the jabs.
Peace can there be won.
In the sharing,
In the hands,
In the process,
In the land.
Peace can there be won.
In the young and seldom bold,
In the nature and the old.
There is a shoulder to find.
What you answer,
What you choose,
Through a lover,
In your food.
Peace can there be yours.
Does the more that you use mean the more you lose,
That the scene of the crime is just all around?
Respiration. Through everyone you know.
It goes in and out of them.
It's an equation that we already know.
In those three-day dizzy-spells.
In the faces that you felt closest to your mind.
Through an endless search for the end
You'll find yourself wanting and fearing what is there.
Does the more that we love mean the more we resent us,
And all that we're told is a distraction?
Isn't there something more than nothing, money, lust, and highs;
All that we are told to realize.
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Requiem Sans Merci
05:52
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Faery-queen of evergreen.
Sing, sing the withered leaves from this
Broken tree.
Pixie of my sunset breeze,
Like the winds of time, we blow
Relatively.
And in the caves lead me where you lay,
Take me all the way.
Far from the decay of the real.
And on the way shield my human gaze.
I could go insane
If the disconnect breaks me,
If it splits me in twain.
Take me to the darkest corner.
A burst of light. Hey, what's that smell?
Lady of my waking dreams,
I don't blame you for a thing
That's befallen me.
You put the Oh... in my peyote.
Not even disillusionment can hold me.
And in the caves, lead me where you lay,
Take me all the way.
Far from the decay of the real.
And on the way, shield my human gaze,
I could go insane
If the disconnect breaks me,
If it splits me in twain.
Take me to the darkest corner.
A burst of light. Hey, what's that smell?
Don't ask me why,
I won't ever understand,
But if I must die,
I'd rather it be at your hand.
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