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Unsound
02:06
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this song means nothing
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Creosote
03:40
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Confronting ignorance. The way you perceive. Shame upon certain ones. Others it's not their fault. Acceptance of different size. Hatred of different scent. Abuse of substance. But what defines this to you? It's wrong to put down pigs. But right to put down choice. Climbing up a chart. But wrong to put them down. You say it's not their fault. But look at what's killing us. Eat too much. Freedom at its finest. You claim you wanted this. But deep down you don't. Sick with an addiction. Unbeknownst to you. Confront the opposition. With claims and little evidence. Defending what is left of you. Assuring yourself you are sick. Refusal to face the facts. Gargling on excrement. Vitamins are what you take. But it's a drug not by name. You accept them into public. But look at what's eating them. Chew too much. Pill is split open. You claim you never wanted this. But it's brought upon you now. Sick with an affliction. Unbeknownst to us.
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No Future
03:44
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Recommended. To rectify your mistakes. Called into work. I am your property. Yelling at nothing. Shocked at no reply. Kicking at the face. Waiting for an answer. Dying for your sins. Hung upon the wall. Deliver us from evil. Forgiving those against us. We fought and we lost. The bounty got away. Misshapen and unknown. We reflect upon ourselves. We fought and we lost. The bounty got away. Misshapen and unknown. We reflect upon ourselves. Tracing back your steps. Dead along the way. Refusal to cooperate. Now immeasurable distance. We slammed the door behind us. Like you did once. Revenge seemed clever. But the cycle began. We sit here now. Collapsed lungs. Strained throats. Bruised bodies. Bleeding mouths. Broken teeth. We sit here now. Collapsed psyche. Both fighting for answers. The same ones in fact. But this race is not a war. But only human nature. Group effort needed. We couldn't get along. I tried to make it work. But grudges lingered on. The moment was endless. But never would work. I lived in the past. Missing the future. Words would catch up. Now we are both hurt. But a lesson was taught. Think of the next.
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Issued by Number
03:32
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No one understands. Or so you might claim. Ignorance is a choice. So why not know? Racing away. Running down. Waking up. Chasing after gold. We were born to work. But none of us. Are willing to go. Blame it on power. Claim to try your best. But laze around until due. Sitting in solace. Forget about life. Miracles await. Work hard first. Opportunities for us. Issued by number. Protest against. Fill in the blank. Blinded by fear. Rejection due to. Blinded by fear. Rejection of nothing. Skills unproven. Pointless living.
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Self-Degrading Plan
07:30
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Picking from the scraps. The ones you left behind. Digging through your trash. The ones you didn't want. Digging through the tar. To think i have purpose. I am becoming insane. For moments at a time. My chest is full of rocks. My head is in flames. My mind is burning out. I will be a slave. To my own psychotic mind. Decisions made from fear. Choices made by terror. We all have a disease. But some go unnoticed. Some cause pain to others. Some cause pain inside. This one is sort of both. This song is a symptom. My words are of delusions. Pills will never work. Interact with your children. Turn the blind eye. The easy way out. Switching brand names. Thoughts are still the same. Awaiting the catharsis. Negative reinforcement. Convinced I'm diseased. Undiagnosed. Told I need a cure. Raised by medicine. Cold on the inside. Dead on the outside. But not only me. Kill the source. Call it depression. Call it complaining. But it might be closer. Closer than you think.
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Defeat
02:46
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Cryptic
01:41
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Voynich
05:05
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Where have they gone? My mind runs wild. Scenarios building. Writing these words. I wait for return. Minutes become hours. Hours into days. I wait for the news. Imagine the worst. Goodnight my loves. Appearing anxious. Denial of fear. My mind looks for solutions. But I am running dry. My eyes they look for answers. I am stuck alone. I gaze at the walls. I scream in my head. I wish for a problem. Just for an answer. I know it's okay. But I know it might not. Start at the end. End at the beginning. Afraid to worry. But panic is natural. Sit by the door. Wait for the news.
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Codebook Cipher
06:23
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Marching as one. Unitary. Army of lookers. Travel the path. Everyone reported missing. Wander the treaded path. Where is there to go? Why keep going? Terminus of effort. Search is called off. Codes remain lost. One objective failed. Negative reinforcement. Leads us all to nothing. Spoken only in tongues. The preacher man in me. Fetuses refused. Given not a chance. We choose our own destiny. Playing god's game. Resoundingly important. Spoken loud and clear. Decipherable language. Only if we try. I am lost. Important force of life. Looking from above. Searching for an answer. Stay permitted. Kill all in our way. Follow only orders. Think for your team. Stepping off for you. Led by a god. Rebel against a being. Think of your placement. Dragged away. Submission. Make it up to me.
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Resound
04:20
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Blue Mist Bands Biddeford, Maine
"If we are unable to unify the past, present, and future of the sentence, then we are similarly unable to unify the past, present, and future of our own biographical experience of life. By molding the past into visual mirages or stereotypes, we effectively abolish any practical sense of the future and of the collective project, thereby leaving the thinking of future change to sheer cataclysm." ... more
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