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Solipsism
03:52
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The future is unknown, the past never happened
Our idols don’t exist, and we have yet to be born
Concrete doesn’t exist, but mud is plentiful
The calm before the storm exists to accentuate the storm
Turbulence is the meaning of life, everything else is purgatory
Can you please me so that I may please you so that I may die content? Don’t give anyone enough time to wonder why they’re here
Make them move to the beat of one last desperate plea
The sun blisters
And I search for the strength to stand up
The moon rises
And I think “Oh well, good enough”
The floodlights hum dryly, illuminating tragedy briefly
Pulsating veins expand and the heart explodes
Trained eyes see beauty and horror in everything
Generational effects of causality are a blessing and a plague
The commodification of the past becomes the fear of the future
Confusion personified and defiantly denied
There is a punctuated meaninglessness that comes from the fixation on a past self
A great plume of black smoke ascends into the atmosphere
Inwards
Outwards
This is the result of collective apathy
This is the result of collective apathy
This is the result of legislated apathy
This is the result of weaponized apathy
Empathy
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Punctured Lung
03:58
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A modern landscape
Devoid of color
Collapsed on the turnpike
Somebody’s chosen one
The snakes among us
They drain the others
Premeditated betrayal
Poisoning their mothers
Everyone suffers
Some more than others
Everyone suffers
Many more, more than others
And those who never loved
Rip the passion from our loins
Upon witnessing beauty
Terraform, terraform!
And those who never lived
Whisper death into our ears
Convincing others to do the same,
Throw their heads in the sand, find a victim to blame
We seek to supplement
We seek to cure
We seek the supplement
We seek the cure
Everyone suffers
Some more than others
Everyone suffers
We seek the cure
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Fountain
07:03
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The day I met you
I tried to hide
The fact that I had never
Felt less alive
But still you saw something
Something in me
A glimmer of a person
I thought I’d never be
Bathing in the fountain of your ecstasy
Breathing the scent of your flesh
If there’s something that’s worth clinging to
If there’s anything at all
And for a short time
I thought I was cured
From the faulty mental state that
Manipulates my world
Though it is not your task
To provide
A soothing antidote
For what lies on the inside
Bathing in the fountain of your ecstasy
Breathing the scent of your flesh
If there’s something that’s worth clinging to
If there’s anything at all, it’s you
Take me with you
When you die
You’re not alone
The wind blows
You’re not alone
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Disquietude
02:57
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The beauty of it all emanates from within
An inability to perceive your sin
In awe with the joy you get from
The weight of being
Suddenly self-awareness takes hold
You’re teetering on the precipice of it all
Every decision made is constrained by
The weight of being
You’re losing the light from your eyes
Choose to ignore the void
Choose to deny the void
Choose to serve the void
Choose to confront the void
Contrast decreases
How long can I hold my head above water?
Until my eyes start to dry
I feel my skin hardening
A bureaucrat in all but mind
You think you’re finally coming to terms with
The weight of being
You think you’re finally coming to terms with
The weight
You’re losing the light from your
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Clarity
03:28
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Feeling unsure of everything
My swollen heart deflates
The past permeates my present
Some thoughts you just can’t erase
And I’ve learned from my mistakes
But have I learned enough
Am I where I’m supposed to be
Will I ever be enough
Do I have clarity
Am I justified
Do I have clarity
Am I justified
My conscience is destitute
Just a product of the time
The material self dissipates
And floats away into the sky
Do I have clarity
Am I justified
Do I have clarity
Am I justified
Do I have clarity
Am I realized
Do I have clarity
Am I realized
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Vacancy
04:04
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Life is fading from the smile
Withered distant nervous eyes
Choking on the sour truth
Detestable, repugnant, uncouth
I couldn’t feel anything
Vacuous stare or mercurial glare
Infant’s bawling, infant’s bawling
Doe-eyed child on a funeral pyre
Christ absolve me, Christ absolve me
Don’t cry for help and do not run
Bury the truth, bury the truth
Swallow your tongue, betray the young
And drown the babe in the fountain of youth
I couldn’t feel anything
It’s all over
It’s all over, nothing left
I couldn’t feel anything
Steady now, deep breath
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Fertility
08:01
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Beyond the veil
The sound of smouldering
Wet ashes
And murmurs of concern
Plastic stiff figures
With painted faces
Caustic industrial paint
Inverted disposition
Organs sold
To the highest bidder
For less than their value
A sickly cough
Postured polaroid
Depicts a utopia
Of simple design
Our new reality
A pin pricks the curtain
And some light, some light shines in
Now that the light shines on us
There’s no turning back
No cowering under the veil
That divides fiction from fact
You should look in the mirror
And become overwhelmed
Tear back the callous mask
That divides you from yourself
We must carry the burden
Bestowed by those before us
Everything we have ever done
Has been the product of ignorance
Everything we ever do, is white noise
I don’t want to sow the seeds of despair
Nothing grows here
We don’t pick flowers
I can’t decide what’s worse
The pandering
or the denial
Why do we bury our past?
Cyclical, it’s cyclical
We belong in the dirt
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