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Blank Canvas
02:59
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"Who are you. Who am I. I am I. Painted eyes. Canvas torn. Ink and paint and ash. Body scorn. New life born. Artist starved. Canvas carved. Life goes on.
Altered mind. Enlight mine. Colorblind. Shades of white. Dimming light. Sun of none. Life and death and trust. Waning moon. Inhale Lust. Waxing moon. Exhale black. Soul is lacked. Landscape torn apart. Wasted land. From the start. Stainless sand. Worship death. Act upon the sect. Short breaths say less and less. Keep quiet. Gray silence. Life goes on.
Silence gone. Voyage begins here. Begets fear. World unknown. Tales untold. We get old. Life goes on.
Altered mind. Enlight mine. Colorblind. Shades of white. Dimming light. Sun of none. Life and death and trust. Waning moon. Inhale Lust. Waxing moon. Exhale Art. Sculpted heart. Life goes on."
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2. |
Murals of the Beginning
05:09
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"Needlessly you say, there is nothing to see.
I think, I thought,
My conscious would make
this mural a masterpiece.
A design miraged as enlightened eyes.
We will break away from the mold
to show the proof of why we exist
through this orchestrated world.
Watch the clock when the time is on your hands.
Before it's too late.
We are standing on fragile ground
With a cable, shaping the earths future.
We can only hope for other possible worlds.
Needlessly you say, there is nothing to see.
Borderline torn from an open mind.
Furthest most from earth, still cursed.
Will you be alright?
This is flawless,
A catastrophe on canvas, caving in.
The lines you've painted stained your hands.
A result of cleansing since it all began.
A gallery of wasted land.
This is flawless.
Will you be alright?
Still cursed."
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Tarantula
06:57
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"Traveling midday, wilted beyond reclaim. Floodmarks in decline, ghost of a coastline. Summoned by the sand, spiteful above amend. It all comes to this. Revenge is bliss.
Parched, fatigued on one knee, I vow to thee. At this point faith and filth have the same meaning.
Nobody – nobody sees it. But I can feel it crawling under my skin. I won’t live with this. I won’t live with –
What the fuck is this I feel? I shouldn’t reminisce on what that coward did to his life blood. No justice from above. I’ll take it into my own hands, in turn I won’t return to what once made me what I was. I was what once made me who I am.
I am, I am. Sand Born, and sent forth. Dry eyes, and no worth. Sand born, it never rains. No downpour, a desert sea.
Nobody – nobody sees it. But I can feel it crawling under my skin. I won’t live with this.
Dragged to your last resting place. This is it. The sun’s set. Rock bottom never felt so good. I’m higher than I feel I should.
Tarantula.
When does it end? No satisfaction from revenge. Left with nothing, nothing is perfect. Absent purpose, rain can’t wash this. I will hold this, this is endless.
There is no growth in my wake. What's left is mine, mine to take. At one time I felt dread. From sundown and a dirt bed.
When does it end?."
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The Moon Reversed
05:38
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"Chosen by sin. Secrets, kept within. Your heritage is your inheritance. Give up yourself. Lie with your wealth. Breathe life into the depths of night. The stars aligned. Rituals entwined. Your past life is your sacrifice.
Lineage is my oath. No alternative. My days are thrown away. Few and far between.
Innocence is lost in the sense that, in your descent, your thoughts were of death.
If the moon’s reversed, act upon the sect.
Illumination gone. Leaving us at best.
Give us your world. Lie with your needs. Breathe death into the moon reversed.
The moon reversed. This is the sect. The silhouette. This is the sect.
Lineage is my oath. No alternative. My days are thrown away. Few and far between."
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Mosaics
05:16
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"This voyage that I’m on has gone on so long. There’s no sympathy to humanity.
To explore the unknown is so worth – while we sleep, we will reach the height of the peak.
Sympathy. Satisfy. Sympathy. Satisfy the urge to ascend mankind. Ambition to search for a lucid sky.
Sanguine summit. Some things can’t be deceived. Tranquil treatment. Some things just heal themselves. Put into words your two-faced persona. Inhale, exhale. Life has left your choked lung. Tensions have risen. Short breaths say less.
(What does it take to stay alive?)
Gone for good. On my own. Safe and sound. No way home.
To explore the unknown is so worth – while we sleep, we will reach the height of the peak.
Short breaths say less. Choked on your every regret. Shattered glass soul mosaic, made up of a broken home. Never to fold."
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The Vault
04:42
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"I, I am a vessel for my thoughts. Nothing more than a ghost inside a box. We are many but we’re alone, and our seclusion is what is set in stone.
I am I, but to you I will always be an entity, exists solely to only you. Who are you, you are you ‘till I close my eyes. I am I, I will share with you my whole mind. I am I.
You and I are one, one mind. Once you lose your sight, life dies. Loneliness is I, alive. We are consciously one mind.
Instruments, do you feel pain?
You and I are one, one mind. Once you lose your sight, life dies. Loneliness is I, alive. We are consciously one mind"
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Ayanami
04:29
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"I, I am a vessel for my thoughts. Nothing more than a ghost inside a box. We are many but we’re alone, and our seclusion is what is set in stone.
I am I, but to you I will always be an entity, exists solely to only you. Who are you, you are you ‘till I close my eyes. I am I, I will share with you my whole mind. I am I.
You and I are one, one mind. Once you lose your sight, life dies. Loneliness is I, alive. We are consciously one mind.
Instruments, do you feel pain?
You and I are one, one mind. Once you lose your sight, life dies. Loneliness is I, alive. We are consciously one mind"
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