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All felt is hope
To spilling over
Needs are a passing memory
Fear not worthy
Belief
A martyrs burden
Heaved upon capable shoulders
Dissuade your charge
Arrive in commonplace with the elect
Size up the furthest plateau
Inside the soul of saints...
The old dog has to learn a new trick and more
Or the next trick will be on him
I've drank the oceans dry
I've stopped the time
Embraced the riddle of regret (again and again)
Desire
Haunts me long
The light of 3 suns and one star
Watch over me...
A square will never fit a circle
No hope
No joke
Both bookend burned
I've drown in oceans (of) mine
I woke the dead
And still the dry bones
Live again
(And again with me)
Desire
Haunts me long
The light of 3 suns and one star
No higher
Keeps us strong
The light of 3 suns and one star...
Watching over me
In me...watching closely over me
In We...moving within you and me
In deep...our own ideology
In me...x-ray hanged for all to see
Naked...frenzied and we're free
Our own ideology...
Desire
Haunts me long
The light of 3 suns and one star
No higher
Keeps us strong
The light of 3 suns and one star...
Watching ME...
Three suns and one star
Watch over me
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Crawling...to the path of the righteous
Crawling...to you again
To you again
Crawling...up then down a mountain
Crawling...then up again
Then up again
Coule you ever admit to yourself
That you must walk in the light of the blessed?
Not invited
To cry out loud
I'm a brother
Stone cold truth
Love and suffer
(The) Siamese-cult
Held divided
So I trudge on
Now
Coule you ever admit to yourself
That you must walk in the light of the blessed?
Not invited
To cry out loud
I'm a brother
Stone cold truth
Love and suffer
(The) Siamese-cult
Held divided
So I trudge on
Eyes wide to reality
Crawling...to the path for the righteous
Crawling...to you again
Eyes wide to reality
Crawling...up then down a mountain
Then up again
Eyes wide to reality
Crawling...I'm crawling to you
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Sick of a sickness
A reoccurring nightmare of
Convulsing through slow tempo dance
Liberation requiem
Stamped out curriculum
On that doppelganger laughing (manifesting wings)
The dark side
Drop trip
Lost on a trip
No acid can supply
Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for me)
Inside of dead weight standing
Speaking with authority
Black smoke is swirling upward masking...
The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
The dark side
You'll have to carry that weight..
I fight
I will fight
Against the strands so ill advised
The dark side
Misanthropy skin deep
The dark side
(We) the children of extremes
The dark side
Will warn a fool indeed
The dark side
You'll have to carry that weight..
I fight
I will fight
Against the strands so ill advised
We'll never know when
Some day will bring our own
(Sudden)...last time
I will fight...you say you want a revolution?
I will fight...and carry that weight
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All scorn me
A monster should be feared
Witch hunt blame
Regret and damn the day
I scream
Fallen leaves
From the same family tree
Wind blows halves
Regret is all thats left...all thats left
Words cut deeply
(There is) no secrecy
So long since seeing
My lifetime appealing
The two are not healing
I cannot help feeling regret...regret
Reflecting on our memories...
We know the pains of living...
And i know he's seeing both of we...
Regret he would not want to be
I scream.
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Be something that amounts to nothing the threat
A wreaking-ball plowing through our karma
We have no confident in our ears for tonight
Exist in memory only headline...
We have been through change
By the season of the storms
It's irony
The cleansing
Accept eccentric faith
To need religion
To sit high among the elect
On march the saints...
There's no such thing as a good time for bad luck
As minutes turn to distressed fragmented moments
Reading lips unable to hear the talk
Partake no tangible out in tomorrow...
We have seen the change
From the season of the storms
It's irony
The cleansing
With all our lives at stake
From at rest to the present
Are sitting high among the elect
On march the saints...
March
We have been through change
By the season of the storms
It's irony
The cleansing
Accept eccentric faith
To need religion
To sit high among the elect
On march the saints...
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Close the door
Lay in bed
Cigarette
Aching head
Never try...
You either do it or don't waste your time
Frustration
Out patient
Hand-cuffed man
To himself
Navigate slowly
A step at a time
Towards the law
Never try...
You either do it or don't waste your life
Sherds of life
Eyes cried dry
Touch no-thing
Burned outright
Navigate slowly
A step at a time
Towards the law
Never try...
You either do it or don't waste your time
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Hotel room of doom
I can't find a clue
Confusion broken hearted woe
Sheets and pillows soaked
(My) telephone seems broken
I'm calling crucified
Blacklisted no reply...
Be my eyes
Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home
(Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son
Doth mourn
Sermon served in praise
In a sacred empty space
Pit no ones sorrow against your own
Seven days in vain
The last three spent enflamed(in prayer)
I stand crucified
As they're stricken blind
Be my eyes
Stole my sight
But not my heart
Missing the lone state home
My blood runs cold
I mourn
Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home
(Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son
Doth mourn
Be my eyes
Stole my sight
But not my heart
Missing the lone state home
My blood runs cold
I mourn
Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home
(Your) adopted son doth morn adopted son
Doth mourn
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Setting sail
From a crushed rooftop
Fathoms deep
Shallow as a raindrop
Attempt to feel
20/20 now
React like gasoline
Cornered by a house fire
You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
Cut from the filthy cloth
A sucking wound left
In our chest
Being burned around the heart
The boil under your flesh
Hidden at home
Chasing a tucked tail now
Acting on the instinct
Of self haphazard yet
You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
The shaving down
In milligrams
With a gun in your hand
Directionless
Memories
Of combat on your head
Rain can't soak what is not there...
The first thrill
Demands another
Consequence
The trigger of the operative
Playing Russian roulette with a full chamber
Miserable out come
One and the same
You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
Beneath the tides of the washout
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I try...
When there is no such thing and hide...
Rejecting yet still the pain goes on
Reaching for a handful...
Countdown...
From the inside looking...
Out
And building...
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Been to this place before
An excavation
Scrawlong a name again
Touch stony face restored
Can't read the name
Collapsible fingertips
Weeping within the hot of desert weeps
To brood inside the skull of
Wax and time
Taking no step alone until you can
Crying on the downed stones
(Pillamyd)
By handfuls you will build a pillamyd
(Pillamyd)
Lust in the vessel head
Working with slaves
Dust in the eyes of men
Offer nocturnal prayer
Alter a blaze
Magic obtained
Deciphering pain
Moving inside you when you seem asleep
Influence all to step beyond the gate
When you're slipping in preservative
Hydro-glyphic downed stones
(Pillamyd)
By handfuls you will build a pillamyd
(Pillamyd)
A pillamyd built
The pillamyd guilt...inside
It's etched in stone
(Pillamyd)
By handfuls you will build a pillamyd
(Pillamyd)
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Go slow
Cruel to himself and generous about it
Cruel to the world (it's) not hard to spot it
Can't give up
Shut up
On a tirade
Off the top of his head
So ripe becoming rotten
He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all
Failed his name with no care to hide it
Failed escape it's documented
Instilled or distilled
The spike or the chill
It's immolation
The lust of non-existence
He's hit the wailing wall
To pass out hard upon
He's kissed the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all
Headstone tells but nothing about him
Headstone reads two decades wasted
A funeral pyre
With no one to burn it
(And nobody attending)
In the thrall of it all
No lower heaven
For his bones
Nor handing life back
What it's owed
Caretaker careless
Of what he's sown
Porously reaching
His lowest low
The negative
Hast just begun
Joining the war
Impossible...
Because self destruction brings misfortune
In the thrall of it all
He's hit the wailing wall
In the thrall of it all
He's kissed the wailing wall
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Fast..a cleansed soul rebirthing
See..to be..and understand your flipside...
You want nothing in return
All...is cry until the laughing
There is more between the sky and earth
That is beyond our philosophy
Unknown
You want nothing in return
The closest who need you
(And) the closest surrounding you
Will walk away
You want nothing in return
And when we walk away there will be no coming home
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