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Intro
00:39
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Trembling World
02:32
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Boiling faster
Provocation is part of the game, I suppose
Low comprehension
No common sense
No foundation to any argument
What's a fact?
That's a thing
That's a crippling thought to think
If we switch enough between beliefs
We get used to not believing in anything
In a trembling world, how long can you hide
the feelings you develop and dwell on inside?
What's loose just gets quick fixes
Stay in line with the questions you have
But I do believe you'll spot the difference,
see the whole, before you burn alive
Spot the difference, see the whole,
before you choke inside
Spot the difference, see the whole
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Deep End
02:22
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I let myself go. Turned my mind off. Spoke to no one. Just let the words flow. I cut myself off. Shut my body down. Let the blood boil. And have it all come out. What lesson am I supposed to recall? Simple language for simple people. Burned up, we'll see each other in the deep end telling a tale or two while another one carries the torch. Conversation, what a hard thing. If you're grieving, you're not part of the game. Keep running faster. Defy complications. If you're grieving, you're not getting the rules of the game. I let myself go. Turned my mind off. Spoke to no one.
And had it all come out. And the worst is yet to come. Count your blessings, count your curses. Keep the world at farthest distance. Count your blessings, count your curses. Keep your guard up with least resistance. Count your blessings, count your curses. Keep the world at farthest distance. Count your blessings, count your curses. Keep the world at, the world at, the world...
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No One Likes
01:56
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Black and white
Save what's left of your existence
In a box, or in a house
On accounts stacked up,
Or listed up for sale
So you spin all the words that you’ve read until they make sense
You call it a blessing
What I’m seeing is a world that no one likes
Tired of the waiting
What I’m seeing is a world that no one likes
And you don’t deny
And everybody listens
And they wonder where you see the difference
Can't stop wondering why everything burns
And I wonder why everything burns
Until I also get the difference
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Fleeting Feeling
02:15
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What's that fleeting feeling I can't define? What's the right expression to clarify? Have another shot clearing up things between you and me, and all that listens. It's the only point we're missing. Have another shot turning the tables on me. For you and me, and all that listens. Fuck what language does. And I still believe we're not so different. The life that you admire is barely a life. Let's punch holes in established systems. The first to be displaced was last to join, and never again to return.
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Nachteinbruch
02:45
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Es ist, als sei das Dämmern schuld, bald blau in lauen Winden wiegt, wenn sich in meiner Ungeduld die Ruhe an den Teufel schmiegt. So dreh ich stets bei Nachteinbruch wehrlos meine Runden. Trüben Sinnes, feucht nervöse Luft lässt unverhofft erklingen, welch sanftes Leid in tiefer Kluft mir Weg verleiht zu schwingen. So spiegeln sich bei Nachteinbruch träge die Sekunden. Im Dunkeln zeigt sich bald die Blüte. Wie fein das Blatt, so streng die Schlinge. Und blutend meiner Herzensgüte verbinde ich die Klinge. So heilt der stete Nachteinbruch langsam deine Wunden.
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7. |
Separate Ways
01:57
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Gone separate ways
Convinced to go on
Worn out and grey
Deserve to know why
you're packing up boxes of everything
you used to hold dear
You feel so empty, feel discouraged
Poured all your blood out, all for nothing
You fucked it up, pursued the wrong path
A simple alibi
What's left of it?
Where did it all go?
Those seven years,
that feeling of joy
I feel so empty, feel discouraged
Poured all my blood out, all for nothing
I fucked this up, pursued the wrong path
A stupid alibi
Bound to nothing, bound to fade
Keep the world at farthest distance
Bound to nothing, bound to fail
Keep the world at bay
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Quit Playing the Blues
01:44
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Judge me next
I'm waiting to be classified
Put me in a box and tag me
Find another category
Put me on a list and keep me neatly file
in a cabinet, in a drawer
I twist my head and heels to suit you
If you had to, how much are you willing to give up?
Really, if you had to, how long can you run on empty?
How long do you stand when no one’s left?
Stop looking for balance
Quit playing the blues
Stop looking for balance
Burn out one last time
Stop looking for balance
Quit playing the blues
Stop looking for balance
Burn out one last time
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Hard to Believe
01:56
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Here comes the hardest part. When you’ve had your turn, but missed your part. And you finish falling silent. And you finish blank. What a useless gift. Put into art what you can’t express. A sad remark on a common misconception, only lack of ability. On your way down, picture all the grief that’s feeding into this. On your way down, put together all past failings in your head. You’re late to believe you had a chance at this. Hard to believe you never once considered making connections, stepping out of line, chasing down burning desires. Middle class feelings never felt so good, living with the lights out. Beat yourself black and blue. But it is your obligation to express gratitude. All those options, dead ends, and good lives wait for you.
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10. |
Another Model
02:54
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You’re part of all the misery that you’re seeing. You’re part of all the shit that you detest. That’s one thing to point out, yet another to believe in it enough it keeps you up all night, it takes away all rest. What if this is it? What a sad ending. What's all the gloom for and all the objections? What's the lesson learned? New dimension. Beating yourself up was never the message. Controlled pushing forward. Young hearts run free in another life. Young hearts run free, maybe in another life. Too late to exit. Too late to try. Another time, another life. Another model makes another man without a worn, wasted lifetime. Too late to rewire and redesign. Another time, another life. Another model makes another man without a worn, wasted lifetime. Fully wasted lifetime. Completely wasted lifetime. Entirely wasted lifetime. Fucking wasted lifetime.
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Terminal Condition
03:57
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Hard to speak comforting words when you lack a spine. Hard to think unclouded thoughts when you're online. And you smile. We both know that we're caught in a cage where all aims go to die. Start a fire. Block the hose. Keep it burning. Keep reversing. Skip procedures. Start a war.
Keep the lights out in a life that I long to escape. I want out. I want further up the chain. Keep your guard up, hopes down low. Message flawed. Flood all systems. Hold your posture. Precarious thing. Learned a lot about who to listen to. But I fail to see it's a terminal condition.
Little sisters and me. It's a drag on mere existence that I long to escape. Only closure that I yearn to attain. And I long to ignore.
That's a lesson coming easy. We're both so full of dissent. And we don't know how to handle it. Spelling out all of our distaste. By the time we die, we've died alone.
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