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The List
13:07
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I had a list
A list of things to do
Every day, I'd check things off the list
And every day, I'd add things to the list
Only until it's complete
Can my mind just breath and be
Only until it's complete
Can my life truly begin
Hardly time for the future
Not the past
Or the present...
On my list there was an ecstasy
Written into every word
Little bits of graphite lead the way
Shackles and chains born of my own pen
Written all over the ceiling
(First thing that I see)
Written all over the walls
(Scratches in plaster)
Written all over the windows
(Cannot see outside)
Written all over the mirror
(Cannot see myself)
Can't stop til its checked off the list...
Erase the list
On my list lay sinister apathy
Checked off
Every day of my life
Waiting until nothing came my way
My life became just a task to complete
Hold off the urge to self-medicate
There's no need to be afraid
Don't let go but
Don't list everything, bud
I must relearn to live my life without restraint
Hard to picture a world without these guidelines I've made
So much to do - already so little daylight remains
Exactly why I must begin to improvise
Within chaos, I must begin to crystallize
Within rigid, rules I must deharmonize
To make this change, I cannot compromise
It has taken much time, for me to realize
That this is the only way I can self-humanize
Erase the list
Can't stop until it is erased
Undertaking the self-imposed oaths of tomorrow
Medicating parts of me that want life of rigid
Boundaries and foundries of these mental shackles
Watch
As
They
Burn
On my list, a frozen ecstasy
Fan the pages in the crimson heat
Lead is poison to the human mind
Open the window and look outside
Checked off the list...
Erase the list...
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2. |
Night Terrors
06:26
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Darkness
Stirring
Cold sweat
Evening of distortion
Twilight of repulsion
Night of disproportion
So much going on
I can't tell whats real
Divide between myself
And the other shapes around me
Melting into the moonlight
Where the primal fear lives
Standing in the wings
Waiting for a shot to the head
(Executive functions lost)
Body
(Vanished into time and space)
Eyes
(Seeing the corporeal realm)
Heart
(As if a dream)
(Within a bright)
Darkness
(Synapses are)
Stirring
(Writhing in a)
Cold Sweat
(Evening of)
Distortion
(Inside my head)
Darkness
(Looking around)
Stirring
(Covered in my)
Cold Sweat
(Heart beat of)
Distortion
So much going on
I can't tell whats real
So much...
Going on...
Too much...
Cannot sleep...
Sense of scale is brought into heightened hyper-focus
Along with it, a grasp of my own mortality
I am but a twig amongst moons and the starts, and
The point of anything seems to high for me to reach towards
(Within a bright)
Darkness
(Synapses are)
Stirring
(Writhing in a)
Cold Sweat
(Evening of)
Distortion
(Inside my head)
Darkness
(Looking around)
Stirring
(Covered in my)
Cold Sweat
Heart beat of...
Distortion
Repulsion
Proportion
Intortion
Distortion
(Of the young night)
Distortion, repulsion
(Of certainty)
Proportions
(Bending within)
Distortions arranging
Repulsions against these
Proportions I'm seeing
Intortional horrors
Rabbit hole of deconstruction
Night terror strikes
Nothing is real
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3. |
Crypto Klepto
07:10
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Redefine and redefine
Everything in your wacked out dog gooch sniffin
Life for you must be the worst
Take take, but what goes around comes around
Fucking hippies
Within this jigsaw
Your pieces will not fit
Among the others
Passive aggressive blogging doesn't help
Crypto Klepto
(Decrypt the secrets of your lies)
(Motives are not hard to find)
(Reveal the depth of your decline)
(Reveal how you lost your mind)
With vitriol you judge and you blame
A self-obsessed control freak with nothing to tame
There is no solace to be found in your digital life
No wonder you act like a dog gooch when face to face
Close your mind's eye
Keep the heat in
The raw vegan
Is a heathen
Delusions...
Illusions...
Apocalyptic visions of human kind
So full of
So full of your own self
Don't you know that you are a human being too
No wonder you act like a pooch gooch
So full of
So full of your own self
Don't you know that you are a human being too
No wonder you act like a douche bag
Apocalyptic visions are your one life's blood
Delusions and illusions makes for a fun day at the glue factory
Games will melt your brain...
But this shit will get you REALLY fucked up
Just look at these fuckin gooch sniffers
Redefining and redefining
Decrypting all your nothings
Uncompressing your reflection
So full of yourself
You must be content with
The destruction of your noggin
For the sake of your cats
And your dogs
And your cars
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5. |
Creature of Habit
13:47
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One more...
One last time...
Indulge...
In this redundant mind
No more
Refry
Finished with repeating
Everything
Every single thing
So much time
Without impulsiveness
Do or die:
Mantra of both sides
Productivity and captivity
Oppositional minds to inhabit
You'll find there's only
Computational lies on one end
Confrontational lives to pretend
Until the falling times
Only one way to live, so
Until the wasting time,
Do not take this for granted...
[Now]
(Darkness falls)
Thoughts returning
[Guard]
(Hold them off)
They will not take
[Me]
(From this field)
Of existence
Urge to check
To know
To breath
To feel
Now it's time for the attack of repetition
Now it's time for the collapse and the fall
Now it's time for the relapse
I can't stay away
Back to my old self
It's been awhile
Thought could run and hide
But can't out last my own mind
Now my arms are sore my legs are weak
Guess that's what I get for thinking I could
Resist the urge to return the stone to the cenobite realm
Back to my old self
It's been awhile
Thought could run and hide
But can't out last your own mind
Now my arms are sore my legs are weak
Guess that's what I get for thinking that I could
Throw the stone
One last time
Hope
Pray
It won't return
This redundancy
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6. |
Lake of Doom
02:55
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7. |
The Third Tonic
09:12
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Pedagogical
Fictitious constraint
Mythological
Cognitive restraint
Empty out the soul
Walmart brand rainbow
Snuff out the last of
Creativity
Tonal focus blindsides all else
We must get past the old ways
Deaf indiscretion among the undead
Hopeless progression from church to your head
Your universalist device is fucked
In tune with one way and out with the rest
Go
Go with the flow
Just
Make what you make
Noise
Can't be forgone
For
Sake of control
There's no inherent right or wrong
No innate right or wrong
Constructed preferences invade your mind
Tear down defenses and reverse the blind
Deaf indiscretion among the undead
In tune with one way and out with the rest
Go
Go with the flow
Just
Make what you make
We
Cannot forgo
Noise
For these undead
Assholes...
Tonally gentrified
Cultural monody
Only in darkness
Only in silence
Will we find answers
To our own conscience
Limit the question
To just one method
Unravel secrets of possibility
Hold onto what sounds bimf to you
Profane acts don't exist
In a world of only sacredity
No harm no foul
In this world of zeal
Feel the energy
Just make what you make
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