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Someplace to Haunt
03:54
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What have you left to gratify
What have you left to want
When passion subsumes annihilation
All that will be left is someplace to haunt
The scientist suffers alone in the lab
Having become the thing they hate
Yet coming to terms with it
They are
They are coming to terms with it
All I ever wanted was to find my place in the world
Now the world finds a place for me
I see you struggling to go on
I wish I could tell you all the ways you are wrong
Things are hard enough without you increasing your pain
So don’t pretend that life takes so long
The ghosts suffer alone in the half-light
Having become the thing they hate
Yet coming to terms with it
They are
Coming to terms with it
There is nothing any more that I need
There is nothing any more that I want
All I was is now a memory of what might have been
All that’s left of me needs someplace to haunt
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2. |
Jailer and Prisoner
06:46
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The prison is real
Because you are real
And you are the warden
Of yourself
The warden is you
Because long ago
You made a deal
You did not even realize was a deal
You are the jailer of your heart
You are a prisoner of your mind
The bargain is real
And you are the sacrifice
To yourself
The walls are real
Because you build the walls in your sleep
You have walled yourself in
You are the jailer of your heart
You are a prisoner of your mind
You are the jailer of your heart
You are a prisoner of your mind
You are the jailer of your heart
You are a prisoner of your mind
You are the jailer of your heart
You are a prisoner of your mind
There is no human nature
Only wanting for an essence
Only having yourself to blame
For an existence of misgivings
You are the jailer of your heart
Flee
Leave your cell
And flee
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3. |
Reprise of What is Not
03:28
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It is so easy to be nihilistic
It is so hard to be kind everyday
It is so hard to see the truth before the fog
As though the truth were there all along anyway
Come with me and run headlong into the fog
Come with me and dizzy yourself in the dark
It is so easy to be nihilistic
It is so hard to be kind everyday
It is so hard to hear the music over the din of the future
When all we want is fifteen minutes of peace
No heros
No idols
No oracle, priest, or shaman
We are truly alone
Yet we will survive
It is so easy to be nihilistic
It is so hard to be kind everyday
It is so hard to feel like a human these days
As we tear through the space-time in solitude together
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4. |
Disarmament of the Heart
04:34
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The present king of France is bald
The poet’s become reflective
Philosophers dancing in the yard
But they have no objective
They have no objective
When I died they cleaned me out
Of my hole with a garden trowel
And as I’d known that this would be my fate
I never thought it foul
Whispering disarmament of the heart
It makes one introspective
Playing both sides while claiming them apart
Philosophers dancing in the yard
And I have no recollection
I have nothing to prove at all
Philosophers dancing in the yard
The present king of France is bald
The poet’s become reflective
Mad scientists toiling their days away
While at night examining another perspective
Devils fret over contract clauses
While demons are given carte blanche
And though we have been subjected
We never complain as we play the part
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5. |
Shroud of Dust
05:24
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Shared with us
To our disillusion
This world is more than hurt but not much more
And this ration meted out is our rich dessert
So when we are corpses biting our shroud of dust
Eating our own limbs in the dark loneliness
Will we remember the choices we made
The consumption that we swore was effusion
And the faux concern designed to assuage
Our own fear of suffering in seclusion
Now evil is illuminant
Shrewd judgement is retributive
You are your disillusionment
Both invention and derivative
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6. |
Riot of Ghosts
07:17
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Though our selfishness is not opposed to love
Still all that we are worth
Does not entitle us to an afterlife
Right here on Earth no matter your oaths
Furthermore the sacred one they promised us
Is full of a riot of ghosts
Our desire is not the opposite of pain
Our pain is not for lack of vision
Rather it ensures that we can have our own little bit of hell
Right here on Earth no matter your oaths
Because the fiery one they promised us
Is full of a riot of ghosts
Our purgatory is not aligned with loss
What we’ve lost has always been missing
But we can have our own bit of death
Right here on Earth no matter your oaths
Because the final one they promised us
Is full of a riot of ghosts
Amoralism
Among the ghosts
Who would have predicted
A desire to be free
Anarchy
Among the ghosts
Who would have predicted
A desire to love and to trust
Self-immolation
Among the ghosts
Who would have predicted
A desire to burn so bright
Our loneliness is not opposed to isolation
Our isolation is a type of hospitality
An invitation to have our own little afterlife
Right here on Earth no matter your oaths
Because the sacred one they promised us
Is full of a riot of ghosts
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7. |
Annihilation
03:32
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They are ascendant ghosts
Killers on the loose
This is not a prelude
This is discipline
The only thing worth seeking to know
Is the place from whence the sorrow flows
They are avenging ghosts
Redressing their offspring
This is not a prelude
This is annihilation
The debt has come due
They are butchering ghosts
Drunk on the aperitif
The sweet smell of a prelude
An appetite for revenge
The spirit intoxicates
They are methodical ghosts
Nothing you can do
This is not a prelude
This is the end of time
And we’ve been burnished
They are chronicling ghosts
Theorizing ground
This is not a prelude
This is not a sentence
That does not know the word
Who's there?
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8. |
Versions of Myself
03:51
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Maybe I’ve just lost touch
With all the devils I used to know
But maybe I just lost touch
With so many versions of myself
All who wander lost in a history book
That no one ever reads
No matter there will be new days
For us to reinvent our old ways
Philosophers dancing in the yard
Philosophers dancing in the yard
Whispering disarmament
Of the heart
Philosophers dancing in the yard
Philosophers dancing in the yard
Philosophers dancing in the yard
Whispering disarmament
Of the heart
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9. |
Empath Your Insurrection
03:56
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Stand
Stand with us
Under the clouds
Of the storm king
Breathe
Breathe as though
it were your last chance
To see the sky
When
When all of this
All of this passes
And nothing is left but abstract metal
The clouds will unfold like truth
They
Then they will unleash
And fill our throats with rain
Raise your voice
Release your soul
Because when you were a child
You never feared the heat
You would run all summer long
And come home smelling like the street
It’s time to run again
And so your mind becomes a mountain trail
You’d been working all night to forget who you are
Voiding nostalgia and running like a dog with its heart in its mouth
Raise your voice
Release your soul
Disarm your heart
Empath your insurrection
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