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Onward, Love
06:05
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We are the instrument in tune with all that's surfacing. In time we'll all be blessed again with all we know. We are the paradigm for elemental pantomime. Our love will conquer anything after we grow
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Chasin' down the demons in a getaway car, stitching an exit wound. They've been lost here for a couple of miles. Casting all their shadows on religious retreats, planning to spend the night. They'll be dead here in a matter of hours. As your shoulders turn on you, you're left with nothing but a spine. And how we dance! And how we sing! They just stop and stare and stop and start the fuckin' riot. An hour has passed, an hour to go. They just stutter speech and speak to spare the new messiah. Chasin' down the angels in their holiday suits demanding enlightenment. It won't be found here - heaven's closed for repairs. The bible tells it stories with a fancy facade, its message cannot compare. I would rather write my own rulebook. As a poet in contempt, I hold myself responsible for all the actions. I have taken in my time here on this earth. And all the victims in disguise are held accountable as such. Instead of fighting their own fate and crossing paths with the judge. Because if Jesus taught you everything then nothing's what you've learned. You could build islands with those hands but they're rejecting what they've earned. And if Jesus told you anything then nothing's what you heard. Your ears both form opinions while your mouth changes the words.
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Agnosia
05:30
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Face to face with reality. Everybody I know is gone. A safer place confusing me. Everybody I know is lost. Welcome home. Oh my god, I can see the sky. One life gone, one life benign. Love crossed my mind. Day to day hypocrisy. Everybody I love is gone. A staging grace ideology. Everybody I love is lost. Welcome hope. Oh my god, I can hear the sound. Cautious now, I have lost and I have found. Love saved my life . God willing, come take me home I don't wanna be alone. "Just hold me, just tell me now maybe this time I'll lie with you"
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Here we are in the middle of a ceasefire. Surrounded by an atmosphere too weak to keep us warm. Here at the center of the universe. We're all the same, no matter what they want us to believe. Slowly, we fade. I remember what it's like to be in love. I remember what it's like to be alone. Here we are at the remnants of a train wreck. That found its way to Earth from some remote uncharted place. And I know exactly why you need me 'cause I feel it too. Oh, do you feel me with you? Slowly, retraced. The sky won't fall until the buildings shake. This is far too heavy for a child to take. The wars won't end until the grown men sing. This is far too heavy for a childish thing. The love won't die until the feelings fade. This is far too heavy for a child to take. The moods won't lift until the people sing. This is far too heavy for a childish thing. (I don't have a day but I am the night. I don't have a sun but we don't need the light. And when they wage these wars we don't need to fight. It's a dying world, but I will hold you tight)
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Cerca Trova
06:43
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If I can't save you, I will take away your pain and drown it in the ocean, alone. If love won't swallow, I will tie it down to bed or keep it in my pocket with you. Love, will you wait for me? And I can see this - you are the apple of my eye. The star up in my sky, shooting. And I'm aware that you must look beyond the obvious. To find yourself a purpose or a place to hide. I'm terrified of who I am inside. I'm a broken matchstick man, be my conduit. This lullaby won't lull the boy inside. I'm a traitor to myself, be my old disguise. What have we all become? What's lost is found.
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Relying On A Respirator
04:47
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Eulogies sing remarkable praise. My mother can't recognize what's safe beneath this vacant face. I see heaven but it's out of my reach. Floating between the earth and glorified tranquility. How I wish that I could breathe on my own. Machines watch closely over numbers that remain too low. I see hell comin' but it's just not strange enough for me. Reminds me of homeπs four walls and futile possibilities. Why am I dead? Why am I sleeping? I spoke to Jesus and he told me where I'll be when I die. The sky would cave in but it's never looked so bright in my mind. I start to breathe, open my eyes. One taste of oxygen can drive a man insane before long. One flaw of character is deciding when and where to go wrong. I pull the plug and you are gone
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