1. |
Disconnection
04:42
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seconds they pass by
a uniform identity
a singular anomaly
a mitigating circumstance
an unintended consequence
humiliate eternally
decimate entirely
a wreckless gaze turned stare
as lions take their share
another cross to bear
disconnection
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2. |
State of Lunacy
04:46
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Caught up in the rain
Seeking shelter in doorways
Back up against the wall
No one looks in your eyes
Head down
Hands tied
Wrenched inside the gears of a poison industry
Mouths shut
Eyes closed
No one knows an escape
From this state of lunacy
You hoped this was a dream
wide awake and trembling
You thought this would return
To a safe entreat but oh how you learn
Head down
Hands tied
Wrenched inside the gears of a poison industry
Mouths shut
Eyes Closed
No one knows an escape
From this state of lunacy
A prisoner in your own home
Check the walls for a wire
Peering out your windowsill
Was that van always there
or were you ever here?
And still we wait by the wall
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3. |
The Vulture's Feast
03:34
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A sharp beak casts a distant shadow
With mud-stained wings, electric eyes
I saw you there amongst those wires
Your eyes were glazed your mind was spent
Invited in, let the vulture’s feast begin
In every streetlamp, on every corner
The mesh web towers begin their rise
Tracing your moves throughout this city
in dark of day and in light of night
Invited in, let the vulture’s feast begin
The monitors in every window
In every selfish handheld defense
Confessions of our faults is
The next best thing to innocence
the monitors are watching us
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4. |
Burning Like Oil
04:44
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Another abandoned youth
Traipses streets alone, confused.
In desperation comes a hungry listless void
Inside their chests burning like oil
Past demons circling with their blood stained hands
There must exist another way
Still we watch these painful days collide
Entrapped bewitched and out of time
Another abandoned youth
Sticks her blood with ugly truths
To escape from all those harping shrieking crows
A flash of light burning in gold
Past demons circling with their blood stained hands
There must exist another way
Still we watch these painful days collide
Entrapped bewitched and out of time
Unfulfilled
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