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Disquietude
03:36
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Stepping out of element
Hung up on what you said
When the walls are closing in
Sometimes you need a breather
Tremble at the slightest touch
It’s such a pretty little ruse
You’ve got me hanging by your noose
I met a surly old man
He grabbed my arm
And began to say,
“Silence is my name
But now I’m talking to you.”
It was the only vow,
He couldn’t break.
It’s such a pretty little ruse
You’ve got me hanging by your noose
I don’t know why I feel confused
All my thoughts are torn askew
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Used
03:14
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Feeling used, the more you admit to
Slowly floats down the stream
Always in tune, with everything except
For what you left behind
Empty words, with a blank expression
Dirty looks, and eternal volition
Says it all, even though it’s over
Always accused, it’s the easiest thing to do
But, oh man, it’s such a shame
Under the moon, the reflection of who you were
Is all that truly remains
Empty words, with a blank expression
Dirty looks, and eternal volition
Says it all, even though it’s over
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So you think you’ve won the war, do you?
It’s just a passing of the torch, to lead me
Here’s your chance to take a stand, in line
I’m led to think things aren’t quite right
Stuck in between of what will never be
So here goes nothing
Nothing at all
Hoping to be something
Anything at all
Free will comes at a price, your life
Fallen victim to some bad advice
Beware of the words that you’re heeding
A farewell disguised as a greeting
Stuck in between of what will never be
So here goes nothing
Nothing at all
Hoping to be something
Anything at all
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4. |
Misunderstanding
03:36
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A venue of vultures
Revolving
Choosers begging
To choose
In a hall of mirrors
Everyone’s wearing your clothes
It’s a misunderstanding
I didn’t mean to pry
It’s your misfortune
Take a bow
There is no honor
Among kings
Rising higher
Towards the sun
You’re a sculpture
Nothing’s set in stone
Words that felt so sure
Turned around
Is it clearer now?
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St. Jade
03:23
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The nights are growing cold
As winter takes its toll
Distorted visions make
Hours turn to days
This time they won’t buy
Another word that you say
Oh well, why bother?
So here’s another cliché
I want my place in the sun
To ignite both of my lungs
When beauty turns black
Expectations fall flat
This time they won’t buy
Anything that you say
Oh well, why bother?
I don’t mean any harm
Slowly degrade
At your own pace
Pray to St. Jade
She’s just running late
I’ve fallen into a spell
You know the feeling well
Languor is in the air
I can’t stand the glare
This time they won’t buy
Anything that you say
Oh well, why bother?
In this game of charades
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Prospect Street
04:04
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It should have been you; it’s all you had to do
Too good to be true, never had a doubt
Plans always fall through, or so it seems
A false alarm, hardly made a sound
He walks alone, the dirty cobblestone
Roaming around some ghost town
Whistling a tune that echoes through
Alleys and streets, making ends meet
Lost the spark in repetition
Refracted heart, put out of commission
The policeman’s at home, in a twilight sleep
He won’t feel a thing, just for tonight
The kids are out, causing a stir
The memory fades; it’s such a blur
Lost the spark in repetition
Refracted heart, put out of commission
In the light everything’s noticed
What’s out of sight stays out of focus
On prospect street
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Idle Hands
03:35
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I didn’t warn you in time
No one can help you
Now that you’re on your own
Empty excuses filled with truth
You’re smiling and clueless
Nobody has the time
Someone save me now
If only I knew how
You really should let me in
Now that it’s freezing
I can feel it under my skin
This doesn’t seem quite right
Horizons are waning with
My plane of sight
Someone save me now
If only I knew how
Well I’ll let you down
This time
This time
You shouldn’t have asked me how I am
I’ll just lie here, waiting
These idle hands
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(Instrumental)
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Broken Wing
05:30
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The monorails guide the insincere
Defined by chills that won’t let go
With a fear of the unknown
In the end you will reap what you sow
Broken wing
Crushed eternally
Paint over all your lies
You poor thing
In time it will heal
And turn into something real
Simple minds flood our world
Complications rise within our core
Relationships appear to sink
Settle down and reconvene
Broken wing
Crushed eternally
Paint over all your lies
You poor thing
In time it will heal
And turn into something real
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Temporal
02:58
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A stinging silence fills the room
The time has come again
Seasons, hours, and old friends
Words left unsaid
Nothing is real
Life’s a Ferris wheel
The phone rings for no one
At the bottom line
Piercing holes in your heart
Just to let it breathe
Nothing is real
Life’s a Ferris wheel
A stinging silence fills the room
The time has come again
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Stray
05:00
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Why do you run away?
Beautiful little stray
Someday you’ll finally find
That there’s nowhere to hide
Why are you troubled now?
Were you ever, anyhow?
I’ll cast a passing glance
A familiar face, older now
The thread that you’re weaving
Far from eternal
There is no beginning
There never was
Trying to measure up
Constantly to standards of
The one thing that you’re not
You tell yourself, quite a lot
It’s time to douse the flame
Just give in to the rain
Nothing’s impossible
Except for everything
The thread that you’re weaving
Far from eternal
There is no beginning
There never was
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Nightingale
03:44
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Always in my head
The recurring musings
Of delayed success
But to you I’m lazy
Deconstruct my past
For some brighter days
To break through the shade
Though it cuts like a razor
It’s hard to admit; the truth can burn
It’s a nasty habit that occurs
When no one’s watching over you
Just soar higher like a bird
One final serenade
Gives the breathe of life
To the man of clay
And all she heard were bum notes
It’s hard to admit; the truth can burn
It’s a nasty habit that occurs
When no one’s watching over you
Just soar higher like a bird
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Aether
03:31
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The faces of people that you once endured
Resemble and tremble at what’s in store
An inner desire that yearns for more
Like patients that wander deep within the ward
Don’t wait for me
It’s a countdown to zero
The truth of the matter rarely seems to show
In a world that acts so cavalier
Days will turn into months and years
But now it seem so very clear
Don’t wait for me
It’s a countdown to zero
Zero
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14. |
The World Is A Bad Dream
00:58
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(Instrumental)
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Careless
04:17
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I cannot fall asleep, but if this is a dream
I’ll look down at my feet, count the clouds beneath
The pictures are blurry; it’s just my frame of mind
I couldn’t care less; you could’ve cared more
I enjoy your company
But I’m very sorry
So sorry
For I fear what I might become
I’ll tell you a story of when I was younger
Nothing was boring; the nights were flying by
Sew this memory, it’s happier at the seams
Do not worry; it’s just a song we sing
I enjoy your company
But I’m very sorry
So sorry
For I fear what I’ve become
Did I find you or did you find me?
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John Samaras Queens, New York
Born in the future, John traveled back in time to show us how bad music gets in the coming years.
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