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Constant
02:52
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No witnesses
Eternity collapse upon itself
There is no start
No beginning, no end
Nothing, but all is constant
Flickers of light
A speck of light
Your entire existence
Relativity is false outside the boundaries of men
Time ripped apart
A void where matter once was
All light eclipsed
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Figures
02:07
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Black figures surround my soul
They love and comfort me
Yet I’m still alone
My happiness draining out my eyes
Leaves behind a shell that bore my life
Black figures
Dare I think, dare I speak?
I want to let you in, I want to show you my thoughts
But my thoughts are draining out
Black figures
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3. |
Float
01:22
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Floating downwards the river styx
My new home
My new friend is loneliness, my family despair
My lover is the memory of times you were there
I want to give up, I want to disappear
But life has determined to safely deliver me there
My still living body at the end of the river
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Husk
02:09
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Waste of breath
All I wanted to be was a human being
Now a husk of a once hopeful boy
I create, myself I destroy
One drag at a time, one more mouthful
Prisoner of thoughts
Save me from the silence, save me from the noise
Help me escape this seemingly endless void
I will end it all
The cold waves; my sheets
Marianas trench; my cradle
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Silhouettes
01:41
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Surrounded by silhouettes, familiar shadows
Everyone’s a stranger
Myself?
I am no one
They call me by a name I do not recognize
A name I do not know
Nevertheless I respond
Waking to unknown ceilings
Waking alone
With a glimpse of times once again forgotten
So it goes on
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Transcending
02:50
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Fill your body with poison
Your head with white lies
As long as nobody’s hurt we’ll still have clear sky
Wake up
One day we’ll wake to sound of thunder
Will you notice you’re root of the cause?
Your goal is clear; you know what you must do
Death of the self
Death of the mind
Death of the body
Transcending life
Lay yourself to waste
Lay waste to all
Transcending life
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7. |
Them
02:27
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Tangled in a web of choices
Curator of my own sorrow
It’s them, it’s not you
It’s you, not them
I carved a path
A long and winding road
I dug a deep and shallow grave
And I changed my mind
You did what was necessary
You did what what right
You did what was expected
You put up a fight
Why do I feel this hollow?
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