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A.D.
02:21
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Wake up to the air kissing new wounds
Trying to catch myself in headlights
Barreling death just a step to either side
Hoping I’ve lost myself between
Some layer of some dream.
Wait for eyes to open that were never shut.
Stop.
Everything is just another excuse. Again.
We’re Content with a gun in a madman’s hand.
A slug squeezing through every thing.
Leaving a trail for all to loose their step in,
We all lose something some time.
Each day is a game of roulette
We’re throwing our bets in with patience
as they follow their guts through
the hole they bore through our temples
Lobotomized by shock or grating anxiety.
The hope that cooler heads might prevail
when there’s money to make, still things to conceal.
They’re standing in a hall of mirrors of doppelgänger second selves nodding back to every twitch and whim.
Shatter everything.
We must rattle it to foundations.
Hang the suits of the yes men
A marker of an era dead and gone.
Hang the suits of the yes men
As lesson of an era dead and gone.
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2. |
Ebb
02:51
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I'd take the lashes that caused your scars.
I'd share your losses - everything is ours.
There is no burden that sits too heavy,
there is no feeling that lifts so light.
I'd make my home here.
A safe place to call our own.
To set root and watch it grow.
- I'd make my home here.
All I have is this and my stubbornness.
A safe place to call our own.
A safe place to make our home.
Stone into sand, broken down.
Washed out to sea with the tide.
All that's left is to shake.
All that's left is the blame.
Wash out to sea with the tide.
All I have is this time, washed out to sea.
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3. |
Trough
02:54
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Fire the starter pistol, stop the presses, stop my heart.
We all flock towards the whistle, throw the meat out in the yard.
Catch your breath from the shock, let the adrenaline carry you.
Savor sinew and gristle, say it's nature, say it's your
right to ignore
No fault to feel guilty for
Nothing that you could have forseen, your
right to ignore.
Another false flag.
Another false flag.
Another false flag falls.
Watch the sea of static roll and foam, sucking dirt, toward you.
It saturates, seeps down through skin and into your bones.
Try to dig, Try to swim, muffled scream, tired limbs.
Hard to think, fight or flight, panicked shock, just do something.
I have to breathe. I have to reach. I have to tear through.
Create a breach. And force between. Widen the wound.
I have it now. Something clear. Something like truth.
I'm hungry now. I pull the thread. I let it all spill out.
Blind and looking for something new to see. Palms out, hold your eyes out to the sky.
There’s a better way to bring the light back into your life
With just one bottle, a rag soaked with some kerosene,
ignite and toss.
Open me up - Exposed like a raw nerve.
We're sure to catch something.
Cut it out.
Exposed like a raw nerve.
We're sure to catch something.
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