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Certain Demise
04:52
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Say what you will, but what you say will come back to haunt you
Suspension of belief can’t reach this towering facade
In the throne of emulation it powers through the chain reaction
That’s sustained in the distraction trying to find the fatal flaw
It tip-toes around you, but never claims to have ever found you
Somewhere in the circle seeking for a place to start
It was bled of all its longing there where you first heard your calling
And lost between someone you were and what you have become
Faint recognition is taking stabs at a sense of wonder
Sneaking suspicion beneath this vision led aloft
And it’s not like you have to, that is to say, nothing could prepare you
For the violent intervention on this path to your resolve
Certain demise you know you must, so morning can rise to blue dusk
You’ll learn to respect what you can’t perfect
Or know when to walk away
The name of your bastion may be the one that holds you captive
In the grip of paralysis, the chalice of the gods
And the purpose of this mask is to make you feel vaguely attracted
But all the pain of the masses knows exactly what you are
The moment you walked away
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2. |
Anomaly
03:49
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Floating listless, no wind to compel directionExtremes that have bound your feet with a hanging question
There’s nothing to see here if you live in fear to embrace the other
The final leap being the furthest thing a stones throw can bring
Do you bend more towards feeding a fallacy
Collect your thoughts to adore the intimate rhapsody
Until everything that you ignored is gone, isn’t it sad to see
Somebody too self absorbed to know that this doesn’t have to be
Remote in your interest on the path of least resistance
While grief is tugged by the leash of decomposition
Then planting your feet on solid ground
Between the roots and the reaching branches
Where fallen leaves like shattered dreams beneath you there
Suddenly release your grip from the thousand mile long stare
Pulling the sword from your intended reality
Wiggling it back and forth till all the pieces are scattering
Shedding its form so the only thing that is mattering
Is now pressing full force into the valley free
You’ve just been reborn you’re
The living anomaly
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3. |
Only the Loneliest
03:55
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Hungry for sanity, a crying shame towards humanity
That wanders by fast asleep like they’re the only ones
Held down by gravity
They live to comply
Only the loneliest
Roll over and die
Only the loneliest
One too many monoliths that fire could never decimate
Replacing our inner voice with a tome that regurgitates
A mantra that never ends or re-begins
To make up your mind like a child again, wild again
To stubbornly defy the path you’ve been prodded along all along
Repeating with the tide that you’ll be sailing on
Repress into the great beyond
The spaceship is taking off
Steady in your trajectory mincing the world into many words
While there’s a man screaming on the street
Still desperate to be heard
Because he can’t hear himself anymore
The harder he tries
Only the loneliest
The more people shy
Only the loneliest
Pushed to the periphery saved only for the burning pile
Drunk in your tomfoolery, curiosities pulling the
Urge to look but never leap, fully complete
You run from their lives, beside yourself, hide yourself
Competing for the prize, but did you make it up, are you waking up
In the midst of their demise you hear them calling out
But you can’t afford to turn around
They’re lost souls to be never found
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4. |
Evil Eye
05:54
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You pay your reverence to the bridges burned
These desperate measures had gone on far too long
An inconvenience in place of choice
That made me watch you live in the moment as I lost my voice
It pulls away and then it falls apart
The only sense I have left is obligation
Follow the leader but not my heart
Then you can just run through the motions if you get that far
This deprivation you feed isn’t medicine
Sleep without dream whispers a place of no escape, insignificance
All rhyme or reason buried deep in cryptic metaphor
Until nothing’s left but the extreme you were asking for
Does this illusion want to be alone
And claim divine inspiration solely as its own
Something meaningful to bear my cross
And save this falling from grace as if it’s not my fault
I don’t want to feel this empty woe
But then again this sadness is mutual
Pins and needles as I’m waking up
I guess that the dream is over, but now I can’t stand up
You hide and seek beneath the veil of the evil eye
Where nothing is sacred because it’s all deemed to be scrutinized
Two lives, too late, hell bent, too straight
And if you don’t look back you can’t see what you’re running from
There’s a reason it’s not my fault
Didn’t know if you noticed
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5. |
Epilogue
02:55
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6. |
Fly
03:14
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I just wanna fly
Soaring sober over pools of refreshing water
To taste all that’s mine
To demystify what once had blown my mind
I don’t wanna die
A misnomer staring vacant from the shadow
To fake everything’s fine
To be distracted from the daemon at my side
They wake to make the day their slave
Just giving their lives away as if it had become a burden
I must multiply
Shed my seed on the shameful deed of a filthy dagger
To raise heaven on high
To be trapped just like the genie all his life
Only in battle can we cry
They wake to make the day their slave
Just giving their lives away as if it had become a problem
Life is a leap, flailing arms, changing colors
With one foot still caught in the snare
And you cry disbelief while the storms chase each other
Do you long to belong to despair
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7. |
Dreams Drift
03:17
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What kinds of dreams drift past your window
And what fears reside inside your pain
Cast into the infinitude that you can’t explain
A resilient mystery surrounds
While you’re underneath of the covers sleeping
Without a sound
How do you take in the beauty of your landscape
What kinds of details catch your eye
And what unseen force makes them want to even try
When your head’s just looking down onto the ground
There’s a motive buried deep in my heart
Trapped in fruitless reverie it dies hard
To the character I play that’s used to drive people away
Until there is nothing left of me but my scars
What lies beneath of your intentions
What kinds of forms are you trying to shape
To give back unto this world from which you take
And is there anybody else around you that can relate
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8. |
Dying Words
05:18
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I think of all the tension pulling at me
I am my own response ability
I sit alone in my room being the weight of the world to you
In dire need
Cold stare face to face still can’t look you in the eye
Time and space it lingers on
Wishing this trap door would let me fall
This alter ego repremending
Without fail, without ending
The pedulum swings off center out of intrigue
Crushing the spirit before you could hear it
Trying to lead you away
From this most rational disease
Ranting on and on about nothing
Dying words just to appease them
This sole image of perfection is a lesser of two evil twins
Prized possessions that you horde away
Are for you and you alone
This hollowed earth for the earthlings
The ceremonial purging
Freedom is extra-terrestrial as it feels
The apocalypse is here and its real
So give thanks to everything that you aren’t
And practice patience in your heart and in your deeds
This belated invitation can now put these bones to rest
And stop trying to breathe life into what’s long been dead
This lonely namesake now burning
The fallen angel returning
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9. |
Lull of Byes
02:15
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Loneliness pulls me like the clouds pull the sky
Immersed in this universe with time on my side
Until the edge of the sea covers me with its never ending sigh
Not even a thousand photographs could capture this moment
As it leaves me now
The singular moment is to be fully aware
Living breathing proof deep from the abyss into which I stare
It’s a nice introspective place you are always welcome here
We knew you didn’t want the fanfare
Did you?
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10. |
Dirge
03:36
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John Bellows Washington
John Bellows is a singer songwriter and home recorder from small town Kentucky, schooled in Chicago, and now back to the land in rural Washington.
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