1. |
Nemit
03:07
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Art never started
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2. |
Symetty
07:27
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Symmetrically born
Mind falling down
The prosperity of the pull
To sink is to rise
Sisyphus
What goes up comes down
What falls will rise
What grows also dies
Climbing to each other's ends
All racing for the heavens
Running over the line
The listeners don't know what to find
Shadowy syntax of loss
Confusing rhetoric of misery
Striking words we emboss
The listener doesn't know what to find
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3. |
Below the Lake
06:56
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I walked below the lake
The gleam caught me
I could see it all
I went through happily
I pace below the lake
The light caught me
I could feel it all
I went through gladly
I fell below the lake
The gravity dropped me
I could have it all
I went through sadly
Walk with me below the lake
Let's take a dip
Let's descend upon
Let's break the rhythm
Follow me below the lake
Let's break the circle
Let's erase the books
Evolve without logic
To the cadence of time
I walked below the lake
My mind contorted
The new perspective
I'm not here
My body started to float
No more mathematics
No more sciences
No more languages
The mind is the absolute
A new orbit begins
No names
No numbers
No letters
No elements
No colors
I'm not here
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4. |
Pheatre
04:18
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No food
A marble bed
No love
Some attraction
A crumbling homestead
No need for others
It's a place to fall
It's a place to dull
Each night
A further suspension
A closer ascension
A deeper descension
Not people
But exhibitions
Of atrocity
Of grime
Of their own tribulation
Atrocity or amenity
Exhibitions of
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5. |
Relavation
03:16
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Climbing down the ocean
Expanding through the sea
Running through the frost
Wallow near me
Swimming through the land
A jesus polar
Walking on the snowbanks
Another sign of her
The ghost of great winters past
Every cold holds better photos
Lonely walks around rivers
Somehow always arose
Even if the idea's still there
The body is certainly not
Even if I sleep through our day
I know I'm still stuck on our thoughts
Seasons follow the mind
Cold in mind and cold outside
Sleep it off to remember the time
Both of us were occupied
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6. |
Righ
08:02
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The tiles slowly creak
The fake heat winding through
The silence louder than war
The ticking of a lonesome hand
No bodies alive and moving
No warmth on me or around
No emotion or kinetic energy
No changes on the shoreline
Pacing through endless hallways
Never felt so alone
Never seemed so below
No changes at the sunrise
No life breathed in the manor
No conversations held
Two hands ticking away
The droning nature
Of ersatz warmth
Our warmest days
Are never outside
Our most beautiful colors
Are always of the leaves
There's a polar peace
In uncertainty
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7. |
Norhi
04:03
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The most alive
A colorless
A nameless
A lifeless street
Has ever seemed
Sitting on a swingset
We are the 2nd generation
To be lost
History has repeated itself
A sharp 100 years later
So precise
So perfect
So accurate
That we forgot to feel
To be real
To be wholesomely uncertain
So certain of the future
We can't get out of bed
So set on utopia
We forgot how to fight
Nervousness is shameful
Imperfection is priceless
No longer alone
We are members
We are letters
We are numbers
We are statistics
Facing inward
The weight so heavy
We can't write it off
We can't run away
We can only sleep it off
Only for it
To wake us back up
The realest life I see
Is imperfect
Lacks perfect articulation
Isn't fully colored
A swingset
A roadmap
A high school
A pencil
The rest
I'm uncertain of
This just had to be written
Before I forgot
Like we usually do
Once you were
Wild
Free
Murderous
Now you're on a bench
Writing
Not living
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8. |
Borg
05:35
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One man's faith
Is another's delusion
A life without soma
A life of just me
Find a new source
Find a new blame
Drifting from the course
No portrait for the frame
Fighting in and out
Her shame hanging
Nothing to hum about
Emotions rushing and clanging
Pale pink of her lips
The given chance of escape
When the half didn't want it
Death is the last thing in mind
Blue walls caving in
Green blades swinging by
Real ecstasy for taking
Lost another to gain more
No poetry in loss
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9. |
Blanco
06:14
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Close the light
Open the dark
Drop the sight
Absence of spark
An exit through sleep
An exit through pain
An exit through bliss
An entrance to the shared mind
Praying for amnesiacs
While begging to forget
The endless gray-zone
Where the artists run in circles
The great wall of the smile
On a pretty canvas
Polar peace in chaos
A blank page awaits
A blank mind at work
No colors to be found
A blank page awaits
A blank page awaits
Red letters
Orange sounds
Yellow syllables
Green consonance
Blue dissonance
Indigo vowels
Violet ringing
Only running inward
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10. |
Shompany
03:14
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"I love you, you're perfect, now change."
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11. |
Cosmis
07:28
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In a land of plus
And no adverse
A 17th ward
A personal land
To a globe unknown
To descending decimals
To a face unknown
To a descending soul
Perfection around numbers
Apollo in grace
Aphrodite in allure
Aglaea in face
The cosmos have arrived
My world in a frame
My galaxy has arrived
But she doesn't have a name
Bowed instruments crashing down
Milky waves of entropy
The makers swimming around
Dancing inside your entity
Exiting as a major 3rd
The fully sewn sculpture of life
Our molecules aligned
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12. |
Fenolssaj
06:21
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Whythefuckarewealwayssickwearetoldbythe"doctors"thatknowbestwherearewewheredowegowhydowegostoptellmewhytellmewhytellmewhytellmewhytellmewhywhywhywhystoppingisn'tanoptionweloveyouyouareperfectnowchangelet'sgetthisoverwithlet'sworktogethertotearyouapartgobacktobedyouarealwayswrongjuststoptalkinggobacktobedit'ssafethereweareallsickuntilprovenillweloveyouareperfectnowchangE
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13. |
Timen
09:59
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Sitting alone in silence and noise
Thinking of every way to keep the poise
Waiting on unease to quickly depart
Waiting on golden days to start
Begging to just tear it down
Begging for a better noun
Neurons all firing around
Voltage quickly turning on itself
Facing upward
To suppress it away
Rhyming rhetoric
To pass our time
Bleached by the sun
Silence so loud my ears ring
No color passes without a number
No moment goes without data
Nothing can escape the hands
Every hero against the river
Our worries all aligned
Flowing among the misted ruins
Lexicon is used at will
Fighting over the pieces and shares
Still all fearing the great day
Of the annual climate
Sleight of hand to paper
All marching in line
Fear of living separate
Fear of staying born
Fear of closing up the gate
Fear of shutting the door
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