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Delirium Tremens
03:38
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Woke up in a puddle of proof
A failure’s spin on blurring the truth
So her spirits stay bottled up
All because he couldn’t keep it down
Firmly held within its grasp
An unwanted shaking of hands
In the moment, it’s understood
Yet in the next you’re left so unsure
Wait for something to happen
Then have an overreaction
Contaminating the bloodstream
Hanging from the trapeze
Close your eyes to hear the sound
Of a flawed second-hand account
All deposits lead to your withdrawal
By the force of a Cannonball
Wait for something to happen
Then have an overreaction
Contaminants fled the bloodstream
Hanging from the trapeze
Now I can’t find you anywhere
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2. |
White Picket Fence
04:25
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The first step is the hardest to fake
Rendered powerless, in a sorry state
Empty out the cup to prepare the mind
Draining out the thoughts that’ll only rob you blind
Your only problem is the one you won’t admit
To the anonymous you haven’t quite convinced
Carefully misused what helped you to behave
Slowly nodding off as they all call you brave
But I’ll wait for you my little one
I gave you all I had
Administered yourself an artificial bliss
Discovered two extremes that couldn’t coexist
Poison in the well that you will soon refuse
Trapped inside the wheel of endless pursuit
But I’ll wait for you my little one
As the sink fills up with my own blood
Thinking of all the time we have lost
You gave it all you had
Yesterday the breeze made me feel alive
Even though I clocked out at half past 25
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3. |
Fallacy, Defined
03:55
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There’s a hole in your logic
Yet it still moves mountains
Is it a question of power?
Ambitions fallen, devoured
So you pray for another one
Feeling like you’re always on the cusp
Still you pray for another one
After what has been done
Slept for years in the cellar
He had no heart to tell her
The spark that was there briefly
Starting to dim, weakening
So you pray for another one
Feeling like you’re always on the cusp
Still you pray for another one
After what has been done
It’s been a long time coming
(Arm the artillery)
And to me it’s no surprise
(Arm the artillery)
Spent years in preparation
(Arm the artillery)
So why is it so crushing?
(Arm the artillery)
It’s always a question of power
With only a touch, devoured
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4. |
Anxious Radio
03:09
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You could have made a name for yourself
Instead you chose to be no one
So still we’d ride upon the carousel
And set our memories ablaze
You should have stated one good reason
Before you made me play the fool
Funny how the love that you shelter
Never thanks you for the act
Now then, you really should have known
The answer’s hidden in the snow
But like an anxious radio, I just tune it out
You would have made the gravest mistake
Merely risking your salvation
Turned to ice upon the staircase
Never made the final step
Now then, you really should have known
The answer’s hidden in the snow
But like an anxious radio, I just tune it out
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5. |
Edge of Everything
03:33
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He who broods is the sorriest fuck
Running out the clock
Given up before it’s even begun
Comes at no shock
Anticipation of what’ll be exposed
Beyond control
Limbs have grown stiff from winter’s hold
Blanketed by snow
You’ve been abused
Soon you’ll face the truth
Abused, abused
Memories subdued
When you’ve been abused, abused
She who remains resilient and brave
Endured it for her days
Felt like a foreigner inside of her home
Now you're all alone
Face to face with your indecision
Pulling at your strings
The crowd stays glued to the edge of their seats
Witness everything
You’ve been abused, abused
Soon you’ll face the truth
Abused, abused
Memories subdued
All through the years, set it ablaze
Lighting the fuse
We who stood back and merely observed
Never said a word
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6. |
Kick In The Stomach
04:29
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If you’re tired, rest your eyes
There’s nothing left to see
But if you’re curious
Go ahead, by all means
Listen to the wind at night
That’s when nature speaks in tongues
Though you never notice
It’s what filling up your lungs
Kick in the stomach
Kicked in the stomach by you
It’s more that I can stomach
More that I can stomach from you
Always walking in circles
Never getting past square one
Eventually you’ll explode
Keeping secrets for too long
So you rip out the pages
Of the stories that you wrote
Those forgotten tales
Of the half note that’s far from whole
Kick in the stomach
Kicked in the stomach by you
It’s more that I can stomach
More that I can stomach from you
Keep the pictures you took
You won’t recall
When angels steal your memories
The ones you adored
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7. |
Central Grotto
04:12
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The day the sun went blind everyone could see
Despite the darkness we still shine brilliantly
Never safe to assume when it can only confuse
Blood is racing but cannot keep up the pace
With all the thoughts that only beg to be erased
Bodies filled up the room on this hazy afternoon
Don’t even have to laugh, suffice with a smile
Please don’t call the doctor
Still you wade on through
Years were spent fashioning a silver chain
Made it easier to shift all of the blame
It will always depend how well you pretend
Don’t even have to laugh, suffice with a smile
Please just call the doctor
Still you wade on through
Falling away from this place, out of your grasp
Hands grown tired from catching you
The sequence breaks again and again
Don’t even have to laugh, suffice with a smile
Someone call a doctor
I will pray for you
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8. |
Orphaned Spheres
02:28
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Thoughts were never analog
But soon you’ll find the circuits blocked
It pushes through at a frequency
You’re losing count and pray it stops
The choice is never tough
No one gets hurt & no one wakes up
Both palms are read, do not disturb
My beautiful Slumber Belle
How many more spheres can you orphan?
It always reappears when you don’t expect it
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9. |
Tilting The Scales
03:00
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Keep clinging on to the still image
For your memory will soon fail
Ignoring that love is a privilege
Taking your thumb off the scale
Trust in the words you’ve been given
For they are all that you have now
By warding off your dispositions
You leave yourself always without
The hardest of truths is so stubborn
It constantly tries to be found
One night while under the covers
You’ll wake to it’s deafening sound
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10. |
Sonny Boy
05:07
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Sonny boy, where are you now?
Have your habits worn you out?
You brought ‘em joy, made them proud
Still you hid behind the crowd
Sonny boy, what have you done?
You really are your father’s son
Worn it down fending off the floods
But there’s no use in denying blood
The outside’s looking in
But there’s nothing left of me
In this struggle to be free
Manufacturing a world
To have and hold
What’s there left to lose?
Sonny boy, who are you now?
Feigning something that you’re not
Shape the mold within the ground
Unearth the truth to the hounds
The outside’s looking in
But there’s nothing left of me
In this struggle to be free
Manufacturing a world
To have and hold
What’s there left to lose?
The fear of letting down
Those you loved so dearly
So you slowed it down
But that don’t make it easy
The outside’s looking in
But there’s nothing left of me
In this struggle to be free
Manufacturing a world
To have and hold
Now there’s nothing left to lose
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11. |
Painting Of A Scene
03:32
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The situations I made up in my head
They will do me in; they'll slowly be my death
It takes a lot to dream; it takes more to wake
Revealing all the screams I kept beneath my breath
Broken branches paint a pleasant change of scene
Eyes are drowning in a washed out sea of teeth
Shadows closing in; the sun just stays in place
Traces leave a mark and hope to be erased
You fall for it yet you can't stand it
The ego's bouncing back shedding identity
Until all that's left is a sense of entropy
You fall for it yet you can't stand it
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12. |
Wallflowers
04:28
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Late to bloom but first to leave
Lost your petals in the breeze
So adored yet still withdrawn
In the place where you belong
The whole world will wait for you
Flashing a smile just to be seen
While you’re watching, vacant
We always end up living too fast
Peering behind the stained glass
All we can do is try to relate
Mysteries kept in the clay
The whole world will wait for you
Flashing a smile just to be seen
Still you’re watching, vacant
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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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