1. |
Spectator
05:07
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Eyes nailed to light, radiating free
Brightly crucified, nothing left to see
The colors weary, dulled by the glow
A dimension lost, they’ll never know
The hour changes, focus remains the same
Static affliction, consumes the frame
Lost in the fields, of synthetic sights
These sullen prayers, won’t kill the lights
Welcome distraction, electric life
A dull perfection, under the knife
Formats of time, and their expense
Strange reflections, chew up the sense
Too weak to think, too cheated to rest
Peripheral soul, so surely blessed
A vicarious view, serves to remind
Tomorrow’s today, today is blind
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2. |
Empire Comes Home
05:20
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Cardboard kings and quasi queens
Take out the trash and and buy new screens
Just as it seems
Living on answers, living so fine
Dousing the dancers in red wine
We're doing fine
Lost in the rhythm of perilous time
Facing the doubt of the words which we climb
Every time
Insolent cause, dubious rhyme
Bleeding us out one day at a time
Every time
Lust for your life, lust for your death
Leaving our hopes whispered under your breath
Whispered in death
Strange people live up on the hill
Feeding the wishing well beyond its fill
Future lies still
Deep in the desert runs a clear stream
Flowing into every vagrant's dream
As it may seem
Flying away with a prayer in the wings
Leaving us for the valley of kings
Waiting in the wings
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3. |
Clockwork
04:01
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Here in this faulty prison where only heat escapes
We're becoming more obscure I'm sure you can relate
Cold eats at our bones, piercing the memories
Old reflexes join us, lending primal remedies
It seems just like yesterday, answers were all around
The sun washed our cares away, winter bled through the ground
Whispers of tomorrow's time would never pass us by
Wondering why
We wonder why
Such a cruel fate to follow
Leaving us so hollow
Such a cruel fate to follow
It's left us so hollow
Welcome to the mental state, a state of disrepair
This empire built on bones, towering in thin air
This city is a lonely crowd, it tires as it sleeps
We all die for a little peace to keep what peace keeps
It seems just like yesterday, answers were all around
The sun washed our cares away, winter bled through the ground
Whispers of tomorrow's time would never pass us by
It's in the lie
We're in the lie
Such a cruel fate to follow
Leaving us so hollow
Such a cruel fate to follow
It's left us so hollow
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4. |
King Kaiser
02:41
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The tillers starved, the gunmen bled
The fields have turned, turning red
No one left to abide
He's lost all he hid behind
Poor King Kaiser
Lost his crown
What goes up
Must come down
Poor King Kaiser
Lost his crown
What goes up
Must come down
Seize the means to an end
Rule removed as rules did bend
All his horses, all his men
Couldn't put him back together again
Poor King Kaiser
Lost his crown
What goes up
Must come down
Poor King Kaiser
Lost his crown
What goes up
Must come down
What goes up
Must come down
What goes up
Must come down
What goes up
Must come down
What goes up
Must come down
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5. |
Still Life
05:05
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How much does it cost to die in the USA?
Generation of failure
See us on parade
I'll sing the praise
For all the days
We spend so far from now
Show me a victim
Show me an economy
Wring me out, set me out
We can call it an anomaly
I'll sing the praise
For all the days
We spend so far from now
A wealth of despair
Behind a wall of commodity
Paying off great minds
To sample the oddity
I'll sing the praise
For all the days
We spend so far from now
The structure's alright
Keeping culture so inert
Say it loud, say it proud
We dig for cleaner dirt
I'll sing the praise
For all the days
We spend so far from now
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6. |
Every War is a Civil War
05:39
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From the east rose the sun
Carrying shadows of hearts to be won
To the west, shining shores
Afforded by a legacy of past wars
Blood has dried on their feet
Spilled by every foreigner they did meet
They fled from what's left of home
Chasing the silence ahead they did roam
Bodies fall from the sky
Inheriting loose threads to weave every lie
Modern steel could never match
What a spirit of the jagged land could catch
Swollen hands, they crawl through heaps
Searching for the ideal contracts to keep
Poisoned minds casting stones
Divided to dust derived from broken bones
A friendly face paid for no more
Favors as empty as who they speak for
Paranoid are the nerves
And the warrior's preservation it serves
Childrens' eyes, they watch the door
As mother gently holds them down to the floor
Invaders tire, just like the last ones
Mountains won't be moved by them nor their sons
Turn around
Turn around
Turn around
The peace you seek will never be found
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7. |
Itch
03:53
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Blood red hands, blood red bones.
Nobody's answers their telephones
Just another face set to erase
See the congregation fall into place
Winner number one run, run, run, run
This act of god in it just for fun
Sell your smile, make it last a while
Don't you forget your pretty style
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Spent my days swallowing hate
How the time flies, it's too late
Out of style, out of touch
These simple pleasures are too much
Spent my days swallowing hate
Filling rivers with our fate
Washed out roads lead to nowhere
Still life lives in this prayer
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
Itch from the inside
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8. |
Reconciliation
05:59
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Lost in your head, a gun to mine
Lust full of light, lies do shine
Shut you in, close this door
Glass in your eyes, say no more
Say it, say it again
Remember my friend
See it, see it this time
Blind by design
Lose it, lose it and say
It's better this way
Save us, save us from fear
Year after year
Seize this day, cast in doubt
Cage of the past, let me out
What was trust, gasping for air.
It keeps holding on to what once was there
Say it, say it again
Remember my friend
See it, see it this time
Blind by design
Lose it, lose it and say
It's better this way
Save us, save us from fear
It's killing me here
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9. |
I Regret Everything
04:08
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Drain me drier and drier
Lower lows, higher and higher
Loving every lowlife
Shaking hands with the knife
Alone in the swollen crowd
Stapled to pity so loud
The sound of drowning divine
Killing kindness with time
Head in clouds, feet in the mire
Safety in the gray wire
Stretched in thin dismay
People pleaser, nothing to say
Alone in the swollen crowd
Stapled to pity so loud
The sound of drowning divine
Killing kindness with time
Thick as thieves tonight
Winking wounds in the moonlight
Spirits shackled to the floor
Burning roof, blood on the door
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10. |
Resignation
10:44
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My brothers, my sisters, my lovers
What have we done to each other?
What of our crime?
A casualty of time
We don’t sleep at night
Until we lose the light
Illuminating our mercy
Blinding controversy
We’re outside of the frame
A picture of this shame
What’s the price on my breath?
Does it end in death?
Just as today sleeps
Blueprint futures lay in heaps
Don’t sell the day
Just turn away
Turn away
So did they
Turn away
So did they
Turn away
So did they
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