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Time And Space
01:55
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It's high time that I change the course
Of going from bad to worse
And skip my daily dose
Of all anxieties and woes
I know I sure as hell
Should not concern myself
With foreign concepts such as time and space
When my time yields meager pay
Then exchanged for a stay
In small scale spaces
That only further my decay
How can I tap into the rhythm
Of a pulse I don't believe should be revived
Of cruel hearts that pump up sedatives
Into the arteries of broken bodied weary minds
These days my pleasures stem
From walks at 5AM
Seeing this city come alive
When under dim street lights
Other sleep deprived kinds
Dread their return back to the grind
And all the while...
Their time yields meager pay
Then exchanged for a stay
In small scale spaces
That only further their decay
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2. |
Counting Sheep
02:00
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Your chin rests permanently on your chest
Your downcast eyes convey distress
You're as well groomed a mess
As your act's well rehearsed
A tortured artist, no less
The voice of a generation
You're muffled and slurring your words
Spreading mistaken directions
Among lost and straying herds
It shouldn't take long before you kick
Your whole apocalyptic schtick
And out the window it goes
With your last year's persona
And your last season's shoes
A mile in them would be a step up for most
The voice of a generation
You're muffled and slurring your words
Spreading mistaken directions
Among lost and straying herds
They offer empathy
But you don't want it
The loyalty you get
Is wasted on you
Others' weakness of will is your strength in numbers
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3. |
Platform
01:09
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4. |
Enabler
01:24
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You stand by those who advance the threat of war
Then you stand by and watch the deathtoll grow
Enabler
We will remember you
Enabler
The risk exists, you know it full well
But won't sound the warning bells
Your unconcerned demeanor
Is the very face of betrayal
You sell us turmoil as the norm
Pass chaos for the calm after the storm
We'll see...
Enabler
We will remember you
Enabler
We will remember you
You stand by those who twist the truth
Projecting rosy lights
Over ruinous actions
And words that are hurtful and cruel
You're the wind in their sails
You're the bright burning fuel
Detonating it all into hell
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How many times can you leaf through the pictures
In your old albums in the span of a week?
You leave more of your thumbprints on yellowing pages
Than footprints in fresh concrete
Well, look you at you
The hopeless nostalgic
Living back in the day
Bringing closer your imminent aging
Every memory a line in your face
Lose yourself in your constant time travel
To drown out the hum of the present day
Drag the lakes of the past
For a devil in the details that was never there
Well, look you at you
The hopeless nostalgic
Living back in the day
Bringing closer your imminent aging
Every memory a line in your face
In rocky times are you looking to soothe
The pain of life by reliving your youth?
What's done is done
Relieve yourself of the burden of proof
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