1. |
Cut Out
03:45
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Clipped from a magazine
The article read like a movie screen
It has pictures I can read
With words to disbelieve
Distracting from what might be real
Photo shop or photo still
Looks all so real until
You look too closely
Then you see emotions missing
Looks all so real until
You look too closely
You looked too closely
Cut from the cloth again
The idea behind me is wearing thin
This machine has sucked me in
My own desire to win
Was beyond my comprehension
Always feel I don’t belong
What makes a weak man strong?
The strength of “His” conviction?
Cause I was born with all that missing
But now I see what’s real in me
What is fake and part machine
I don’t need to believe
In any one other than me
Disappearing quietly
Without you noticing
There is no trace of me
Because I was never real
I was never real
Because I was never real
I was never real
I was never real
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2. |
A Distance Too Far
06:20
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I went walking by the ocean
I suppose that I was looking for an answer or a notion
But in my head all this commotion coming from my loose emotions
Doing no good for you
Tried to say
I tried to stay
Tried to say what I wanted to say to you
I went out walking just supposing that I’ve faked my life
But I have things that I have set in motion
But in my head it’s so atrocious and at times becomes ferocious
It does no good for you
I wanna breathe and be set free to become the man
That I’m supposed to be
I could be good for you
What I wanted to say
You wouldn’t hear anyway
It’s like a yell into space
Or like I’m running in place
This distance is too great
This distance is too great
It’s too great for me
What I wanted to say
You wouldn’t hear anyway
Just like a punch in the face
Become a public disgrace
This distance is too great
This distance is too great
What I wanted to say
You have been causing me pain
Repeat again and again
Just like I’m running in place
This distance is too great
This distance is too great
It’s too great for me
What I wanted to say
You seem to hear in delay
It’s like a yell into space
Or falling flat on your face
This distance is too great
This distance is too great
It’s too great for me
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3. |
Autopilot
07:22
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The cracks in the story you told
Filling the timeline holes
Where was your control?
I’m smashing with both hands
Whatever I can grasp, whatever I can hold on to
But we have made these plans and we must see them to the end
Real enough to hold on to
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Collecting grains of sand and counting time in hand
Whatever I can hold on to
Will the shadows all wash off?
Have I ever been this lost?
What’s real enough to hold on to?
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
This consciousness is faked and none of us awake
Whatever can I hold on to?
And awareness second best leaves us all to second guess
Whatever we can hold on to
The cracks in the story you told
Filling the timeline holes
Where was your control?
Where was your control?
Where was your control?
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
Autopilot kicking in
I’m disappearing
I’m smashing with both hands
I’m burning down our plans
There’s nothing left to hold on to
I’m smashing with both hands
I’m burning down our plans
There’s nothing left to hold on to
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4. |
This Is My Machine
02:54
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This is my machine, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah……
This is my machine, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah……
Unbreakable, I can’t be
I’m losing control within me
I’m cracking the whip on another scream
I’m losing the grip on my machine
This is my machine
This is my machine, ah-ah, oh…….
Incredible skillset, I haven’t even demonstrated yet
I’m losing the grip on my machine
And I can’t remember anything
This is my machine
This is my machine
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5. |
Red
03:05
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Nothing makes sense but the violence
Not the never ending need to be settin’ the trend
Or the underlying greed that’s a means to an end
That we need to exploit with the will to pretend
Once again I find myself with a paper and pen
Writing down every single little thought in my head
Instead of all the things that I never have said
My emotions are gone and my feelings are dead
As I pull around my damn car up to a red
The balls of my feet become the heaviest lead
My eyeballs are open at the back of my head
And the choices I make, I have the best of intent
But intent's a simple something that could find you dead
Underground sounds bounce from the words that you said
Up ahead you and I, I think are reaching the end
And I miss my competition just as much as my friends
Nothing for sure but the commerce
Press conferences and pressed shirts
We got confidence insurance
And we got good old fashioned insolence
Tried to communicate the difference
An equation greater than the sum of us
The sum of our parts from the head to the heart
You only understand violence
Nothing makes sense but the violence
Not the never ending need to be settin’ the trend
Or the underlying greed that’s a means to an end
That we need to exploit with the will to pretend
Once again I find myself with a paper and pen
Writing down every single little thought in my head
Instead of all the things that I never have said
My emotions are gone and my feelings are dead
As I pull around my damn car up to a red
The balls of my feet become the heaviest lead
My eyeballs are open at the back of my head
And the choices I make, I have the best of intent
But intent a simple something that could find you dead
Underground sounds bounce from the words that you said
Up ahead you and I, I think are reaching the end
And I miss my competition just as much as my friends
Nothing for sure but the commerce
Press conferences and pressed shirts
We confidence insurance
And we got good old fashioned insolence
Tried to communicate the difference
An equation greater than the sum of us
The sum of our parts from the head to the heart
You only understand violence
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I turned the light out
I closed the window
Right before I left the room
I felt the chill of you run through my bones
But I’ve never been more alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I read the note you left
You always felt like second best
I always felt that you
Were the arms that I could run to and call home
Now I’ve never been more alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh
There is that spot that you and I were both connected to
The diner on first ave
When I discovered the only dream I never had
I had to get you alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh
That spot is hollow now
I wish that it made sense somehow
I always thought that you
Were the piece of the puzzle of my life I had glued
I’ve never been so alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I always thought that you
Were the piece of the puzzle of my life I had glued
I’ve never been so alone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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7. |
Slow Electrocution
01:57
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8. |
Mind Field
03:46
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Disaster
Hearing the news coming through on the phone
I was shattered
When all I heard was the dial tone
Am I losing my mind
Or were you there all the time?
I’ve got silence on the line
But I swear I can hear you whisper….
Your voice faintly appears
Through a long pause finally broken
Your voice is clear
In my head residence is chosen
Am I losing my grip?
Am I beginning to slip?
I’ve had enough of this trip
And the things I hear you whisper…..
When it’s all said and done
I feel the walls are closing in
When it’s all said and done
I feel the walls are closing in
When it’s all said and done
I feel the walls are closing in
When it’s all said and done
It’s just my head I’m living in
Am I losing my mind
Or somehow hours in time?
I’m feeling physically fine
But you know there’s something wrong with me…
I’m trapped here
And I am the only one who knows
This past year
Has dissolved into the dial tone
Am I losing my mind
Or just the will to survive?
I’m crossing over a line
I’ll be forever looking back at…..
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9. |
Micro Acid
04:27
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I looked in the mirror, what did I see?
The tiniest part of me dying
I looked in the mirror, so desperate to see
And to not let slip away
All the good parts of me
I looked in the mirror, and I don’t dare blink
The tiniest part of me’s dying
I looked in the mirror, trying to help me
I can never forget what it taught me
I will never forget what it taught me
I will never forget what it taught me
I looked in the mirror, and what did I see?
Acid manifested apologies
I looked in the mirror, with a hand on the pain
I hope I will see you again
I looked in the mirror, to say my goodbyes
But I’ll never forget all the truth in my eyes
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10. |
Over I Go
01:35
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