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no one is listening
03:28
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2. |
mofongo
03:36
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3. |
found
04:51
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to my ruins i've been sent
forced to rebuild my tent
nothing's going as planned
but i still have my hands
hands to seed and to sow
hands to carry your stones
now they're mine
see their faces unmasked
burn them all into ash
thanks to help from above
i've been graced with your love
love to restore my soul
love to fill in the holes
of my design
this was meant to be
to save me from me
i'm still scared it's true
but at least i have you
i don't want to go back
time to split from the pack
sit right here not a sound
this is where i'll be found
found the things that i lacked
start to show through the cracks
of my exile
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5. |
burnt
07:28
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welcome back you worthless slug
there's some holes that you need to plug
your time belongs to us
set aside all your precious things
never mind all the joys they bring
we burned them all to dust
we know you've tried to run before
there were always plenty of open doors
in the past they've always led back here
where we'd all fall upon our spears
this is a house afire
searching for yet another buyer
try to handle it with some grace
pay no mind to the screaming sound
ants scurrying from underground
will carry my bones from this place
bright sun you don't shine equally
bright sun you don't shine equally
we're on different frequencies
bright sun you don't shine equally
no rest for the wicked
no room for love
you'll choose self-inflicted
when push comes to shove
no rest for the weary
no life to be proud of
you seem so conflicted
no help from above
we know you've tried to run before
there were always plenty of open doors
in the past they've always led back here
where we'd all fall upon our spears
but now we have changed our tune
you'll get an impersonal email soon
in which we will grant your leave
from this crooked den of thieves
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6. |
q ball
05:25
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war of the rose-colored glasses
dream theater of the absurd
lions dressed up as asses
hanging on every word
interfering phase shift
mask mandating site
just because you're all he's got left
doesn't mean you're right
lowest common multiple
particles of instability
wait in the q for your role
in the conspiracy
theory of a dead plan
cycle of destruct
shaman you don't belong here
ain't no sunshine til you're gone
when you hitch your wagon to a falling star
you'll wind up behind a set of bars
you'll proclaim your innocence
while he lies about the evidence
spontaneous synchronization
clocks set to strike
vipers out for blood
to appease the reich
party crashing through the windows
spouting ignorance
the orange glow that you see
is that of icarus
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7. |
scifiatica
04:16
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a tinge of regret
comes with what we've gained
every small step imperfect
each giant leap a pain
gravity of each moment
limping to the line
proves we have no part
in the grand design
gazing at the heavens
writhing on the floor
no gods left to scream to
we cannot take any more
steel for our bones
no blood coursing through our veins
but what's eluded us
is the cure for pain
for all that we've seen
tripping through the stars
how were we blinded
that this is who we are
we thought that we were different
we thought that we were healed
curse of evolution
still allows us to feel
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8. |
approximate centauri
02:08
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close the door shut off your mind
we didn't go into this blind
all there's now are barren skies
sorry's such an empty word
from where he's gone he'll not return
to greet us with his laughing eyes
shifting focus
shifting gears
silence reveals
fostered fears
learning to live
after watching him depart
driving out demons
laying waste to the corners of our hearts
giving back what they don't deserve
the system has a lot of nerve
to take him away
we did nothing wrong
with us he belongs but
we never had a say
wash our spirits clean
far away from the heavy hand of man
even though life is mean
we'll try to try again
the only way we'll survive
get in the car and drive
giving back what they don't deserve
the system has a lot of nerve
to take him away
we did nothing wrong
with us he belongs but
we never had a say
wash our spirits clean
far away from the heavy hand of man
even though life is mean
we'll try to try again
we were willing pawns in a crooked game
should you ever return we'll be ready again
in time
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stepping over the line
can be liberating
as long as you have someone
to tie you to the other side
let it all sink in
coming out of your shell
your eyes are closed
but your soul is open wide
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10. |
mantra
04:37
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this was meant to be
to save me from me
what will you do
to save you from you
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mr e New Jersey
mr e is yet another drummer who must've hit his head and woke up thinking he was a composer. "drum and drummer" is the culmination of all he's learned along the way, and reflects his diverse musical influences.
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