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Some Call Me Cynical
07:07
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Your beginning
Outlined in color
Incapable of perceiving
Every object an artifact that's held
To this concentrated worship of this material
I cannot understand
My eyes go black and for the moment
there is a lamppost in the forest, it is the only source
I will find its light.
I seek for truth, I want to find it all.
I seek for truth, I want to love.
But if it’s all lost, I count
I count backwards three times
Now look at me with my lost glassy eyes
And then they started to go
One by one they started to break through
I know you're with me
I feel you with me
But there's no sunshine or rainbows found here today
I wish I could feel something more
Nothing more
Either on print or tele
I wish I could feel something more
Nothing more
Golden slivers
Always dreaming
Always alone
I walk these fields
I walk them alone
With my dusty hands
I got from the ground
I've been here once before in a dream
I was searching
For my lamppost
And golden slivers
Remove.
But I loved these people
Yet I loved this strange life
But I want to go back
Back to where it all started
I wanted to feel something
Something better than this
But I know I can't
These dreams help me remove golden slivers
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I will travel through this dusty felt landscape
I will travel in time somehow
Somehow I will go back to where it all began
Where it all started
Where it all so I...
Cut out the old soul
But if it won't go
The same grave that I fall entombs to remain
The companion I loved and would love to say bye again.
Through the tall grass and out the corkboard forest
There's something left for the foliage and past experience
I cannot forget my yellow winged bird above the trees
I have traveled through this dusty felt landscape
And things were so different this time around
I cannot recall what really happened here
Oh nostalgia you are the wintery cold of my heart
But you can't kill my last wish.
There's a cure for this I can figure this one out
But it's starting to create a small form of doubt
Conclude the day relax through your fingertips
and unwind your mind.
Epiphanies start in the head
A construct believing we all should be dead
Just wait for it.
You know the pain resides in her lungs
You know the pain resides in their lungs
You know the pain resides in the lungs
You know the pain resides in all of their lungs
You know the pain resides in my lungs
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Now we see the man arise
He's waking on a pretty daze
and through the haze
He tosses through the technicolor dreamscape to the factory
Bliss is a substitute for reality
Your perception of the human life has left her here
You will start to write another story inside of your head
You must move on above these memories
Now you wish you could see the light
Through the broken window, there's your guide
Oh my guide the light
Oh my God the light
All because my life
Oh my guide the light
Every day every setting is the same
Pick it off right where it left me
She will start fresh, she will start anew
But that I know I will do things differently
You can see I will craft my own path.
These words I speak to you
Go wipe the slate, you've grown fond of these memories
But I know you won't ever go see this end, go rest your head
But not here, not now, not ever again
These words I speak too
Cut out, cut out the old soul
But I know it won't go easy
But if you pull hard you'll know just how far
How far I collapse into myself now that I found my own truth
Now we all pray
Now the congregation comes to the knees
And all the horror as they look up at me
The congregation starts to pray
I am a complex God
I have a God complex
Of course my children I love you
Just do the two things I asked you to do
Wipe my mind and make sure you clear the slate
And I'll make sure you go home today
All your lives are filled with luxury
And awe through all few things you ask of me
Through the perception of the human mind
We cannot conceive there is no time
Now.
My yellow winged bird you are universal dear to my heart
Universal so...
Break these walls with a thousand hammers
And jam these cogs with my philosophy
Oh how I would love to watch this city crumble right inside my mind
Through the perception of the human mind
I cannot conceive the constructs
This is just another story, right?
Please someone let me know
Someone speak to me
Someone, somewhere, somehow
Some may know someone speak to me
Lift the fog
The altruist appears, she raises her eyes
Oh my God, got to cut it out
I know you'd like to keep these thoughts in mind
But they really have to go
Slowly raise her face to see the sun
She understands now it's time for me
She understands it's time for me to go
You know we've been given the same heart but I will craft mine different ways
With ceramic mind and glassy eyes...
Stitch and sew the heart
Dreams and love pull through the eye
Needle and thread become the one to show
It's just a manifestation of my own
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Nihil
07:18
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Life
You think you found the cure?
It resides in the lungs
I am the self perpetuating spirit oh yeah
Cut the love they had in the beginning
Don't you try to lie cause I'll have none of it
Dead (in my head)
Man (I am dead)
Dead (in my head)
Bones (I will be remembered)
I won't be remembered
Oh yeah again that I am the self perpetuating spirit
Oh yeah and I won't have none of this, none of this
I won't have to rip the cage
I roll, take these lungs and go
Heart beat so long
Progressing on the fact that
I won't have none of this, none of this
I won't have— burn alive.
Where do they go when they go home?
Where do they go?
I would love to know
Where they go I would love to be there
But I know I can
I fucking can give up
You lost your way, in the light of day
No you won't be coming home, you won't be coming home soon
You lost your way, in the light of day
You won't be coming home no, you won't be coming home soon
You won't be coming home
No.
You've cut it out, the heart
If home is in the heart
Then bust it out its shell
Watch it living and beating
Slower, Slower
Lower, Slower
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5. |
The Vagrant: Inanimate
04:45
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The exposition of existentialism
My Apollo, how you burn like the wave of retro
Old Mr. Red Eye
Don't you know of my generation
Young Mr. Dead Eyes
The boy at heart
That would love to watch his art burn
Right in front of my eyes
Ten tense nights I spent inside my nine minds
I hate the seven men who bring the sickness
I feel cinematic blur
I see there faces they come through through embers
I can't remember a single name
I can't remember one fucking name
With cinematic blur
I see there faces they come through through embers
I can't remember a single name
I can't
The fact I will fail
Wring out my mother's tongue and speak the words she said
Word for word verbatim
I can't feel my face through my hands
Oh glass turns back to sand now
Over and over the overtones
Peel the skin off watch how they grow
I cannot remember why they broke
Now see their faces
They all form in semicircles
Yet I won't listen to another word you speak
You put your right foot in front of the other
And do the little ditty that you know
You remember all that I was all you are
We’re standing in a circle just to let you know
You will find me here all alone.
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6. |
Void
02:17
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(Instrumental)
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7. |
See the Sun
13:37
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I've been given a map
A guide to life that's handed through generations
And I will journey back to the black
That black void is where I will go
And all of the people I could be, the result is me
I want to journey back to where it all started
A love lost that can't say
I cannot fail tonight
They force feed off the living, for constant happiness and regret
I fail.
They force feed off the living, to let me know that this can't.
My body and brain will become one
Just as long as seconds left to see the sun
My body and brain will become one
I know it won't fail just give me one more time.
How far you let yourself go?
My body and brain will become one
Just as long as seconds left to see the sun
My brain has come to a understanding of itself
I loved, now to find the eye.
I said it, go
Let it go
I know in my heart you won't let it go
Till one day you die
All I wanted was to paint a pretty picture
Pretty, Picture, Pretty
Die.
When I first see the sun
Overlooking what once was
There's a chance I'll see the light
Something more, nothing more
When I last saw the sun
Overlooking what I've done
And this day lasts a lifetime
But it makes no difference to me too
Yet all I really wanna do with you.
Left it on the ground to brown.
You force it down
You hear that thunder, that’s my mind in ground
Across this town
You hear that thunder, that’s my mind in ground
You hear the waves crash down across the sea
I never once looked blue. Awe.
Breathing
Everything is lost and you are sinking effortlessly
Next time my friend.
I fucking never believed in nothing
Falling face forward into the back of my mind
For the first time, maybe the last time
I truly felt my heart
I want to see it, smeared across pavement
For the first time, maybe the last time
I truly felt emotion leave my life
I never wanted this all for you
I counted backwards
7...6...5...4...3...2...1
Fuck you let's go home
I've been given a map
I've been given a map that leads nowhere
But I will follow this to the end
I turn my back to ground now I see the sun
I loved this life a lead but now I see the sun
Let go the feelings I know won't forget
Now and in my mind they turn to grey
Along the mind they know the way
The congregation starts to sway
I am a complex God.
Got to know
God I know
I love the God I know
God I love this
That you can't force this
Got to let you know how far I gotta fall
How far I gotta call to you.
Process, consume all you love
One more time.
I know they say my mind must go
I feel the love of gravity pulling me
There it all goes through the window
I cannot feel anything
When I first see the sun
Overlooking what once was
There's a chance I'll see the light
Something more, nothing more
When I last saw the sun
Overlooking what I've done
And this day lasts a lifetime
But it makes no difference to me too
You know we want our way
We want it, we want it our way
The neighbors they say hey, come out enjoy that nice day
You'll never quite experience the wave of the retrofuture our way
We want it, we want it
Our way down, way down our hole
Down our way.
When I first see the sun
Overlooking what once was
There's a chance I'll see the light
Something more, nothing more
When I last saw the sun
Overlooking what I've done
And this day lasts a lifetime
But it makes no difference to me too
They have so much left to give not enough to give up on life
This time around maybe one day they'll figure it out
This is nothing
Nothing to me and no,
Nothing to you
One more time, cascade mind mountain
Until next time see the sun rise
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8. |
Aperture
03:52
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Hi my little angel
You are my one true love
I know I won't ever see the sun again
Under my skin
You cascade the story of what words are
Under my skin
I died no luxury
To daydream alone
Your beginning outlined in colors incapable of perceiving
Daydream here alone
Daydream here alone
Finale of a greater me
Force feed the bleeding
Divided thoughts lay out by the pool
See the sun, feel the air
This is a better way, solutions proved my whole self to you
Peel the sun, free the air
I felt my body I died inside it makes no difference to me too
I tried.
And daylight died it means nothing to you
Layers of my failure
Now you're on your own.
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We're a progressive band from central Wisconsin.
The dive and the
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Telling a story of an emotional, physical, and mental sinking, and the journey out through progressive music.
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