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Mirage
02:00
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Apocalypse now in front of me
past-living psychiatry
fresh injected dopamine
shutters open so now the eyes can see
lost ideas of what-it-be
dressed in dreamt ecstasy
in the universal monarchy
of perceptual reality
Mirage, mirage, in the dust
with my future I do trust
what is real and what is sense
when all is written through past tense?
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Shapeshifter
02:44
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Shapeshifter, blend to the path
ever-changing cloak and evolving mask
lifted waves in a silent wrath
the way to survive is to grow and adapt
(repeat)
Hidden truths, unspoken hate
shown through the eyes
but hidden through pearly gates
fake a smile, alien
pretend everything's fine for a while again
Stay in line
conform, provide
aspirations, withheld inside
anxiety eats away at the mind
the manner of death is a matter of time
So this is the Plateau spoken 'bout
with delusion and nostalgia dealt throughout
the dystopia set in euphoria
where gods are equal without a doubt?
Where's expression
emotion without protection
a man who's not lost in his own recession
brought about by the will of ruling ancestors
and scriptures that serve as our protectors?
Show me the kings of past generations
I'd like to see them, without hesitation
join our condamnation
conform to our conflagration
and burn with the rest of the goddamn nation
who dictates the rules of human natures
Shapeshifter, blend to the path
ever-changing cloak and evolving mask
lifted waves in a silent wrath
the way to survive is to grow and adapt
(repeat)
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Consequence
02:22
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All hail the king of fools
all choked up like a motherfuckin' tool
over yoked, yeah, over used
this boy here ain't fit to rule
realities accepted came so unexpected
bad karmas come again resurrected
past life dealings makes this life's totures
barricades in friend zone borders
Hope dried out, landscape dead
new waters not come yet
oasis lost, illusion gained
portraits of past remains
mouth goes dry, brain gets lulled
pain is first, teeth get pulled
Ipso facto well thought made up
another victim caught up in strangelove
ain't gonna scream, ain't gonna wail
all in the name of chasin' tails
(repeat)
Tinder formed for future ignition
experience gained on repetition
the disposition is solar fission
(repeat)
Ipso facto well thought made up
another victim caught up in strangelove
ain't gonna scream, ain't gonna wail
all in the name of chasin' tails
(repeat)
Rise from the burns, rise from the ashes
rise to kick ass and rise to gain assets
Burned to the bone, yeah, melted thrones
inflamed pedestals past adorned
engulf everything that I owned
make anew the mental home
Ashes fall, new sprouts grow
phoenix rise, death paid toll
death paid toll
Ipso facto well thought made up
another victim caught up in strangelove
ain't gonna scream, ain't gonna wail
all in the name of chasin' tails
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4. |
Lost
02:51
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Losing the line
that defines
what is mine and what is mind
(x4)
Back again
check your head
do not fret
the dream has left
radio waves now intercept
brainchild riots in hidden clefts
all is lost (x2)
Pixelized frames now inept
to overpowered shocks of mental crests
and primal beasts rising from the depths
of aboriginal dreamt worlds of heads
all is lost (x2)
Losing the line
that defines
what is mine and what is mind
(x4)
Headhunter screams and bursting seams
from replayed memories
overtaken by otherworldly scenes
of grey matter belongings
all is lost (x2)
Physical realms now escaped
spirit now uncased
physical realms now escaped
all thanks to static tapes
all is lost (x2)
Losing the line
that defines
what is mine and what is mind
(x4)
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