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The calm won again, against the pressure
Leaking out the side of your head
Every entrance that perceives
Is being fed a different piece
Realign it or redesign it
All you do is try to fight it
Our clipped wings has ends to measure
Seeing just how far we all may go
Branching out to lights
Escaping vulnerable nights
Your evidence to press for comfort
Is made in the mess of the mind
Tangled in moments breathing lies
Is that where I came from?
It's us that make them
There's always got to be the one in the crowd
Who fucks it up for everyone
Everyone else
You choose to be the bearer of the ruckus
Justified your clawing ways to round up all the mutton
But little do you know, truth grows under the nose
You're losing your scent now where shall you go?
Breathe in, choke again
Delve in the prison you dreamt yourself
The smile of a winner who always forgets where they've been
Those eyes, desensitised, all your values have cashed in
We're wasting time, they've made up their mind
In a cage of their own design
If you're feeling wise, open your eyes
Present what you're really worth
You fucking sell out
Present what you're really worth
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How do we keep up? define give up
This state of our being is causing commotions
Just halted at the breath
Movements within the silence
Is how we all appear
Maybe you will recognise
The great loudness and sleeping quiet
The owner and the thief
And things you'll never see
Whims and reasons flow like the seasons
Where shall we run to now
Well there's a price on every step and if you're counting all intents
You'll take it all, all for your own
Let's change this tone, your lungs have grown
But nobody knows 'cause they're locked in their homes
Better flaunt your past decays
Just halted at the breath
Movements within the silence
Is how we all appear
Just halted at the breath
Movements within the silence
Is how we all appear
Oh you won't forget this, the veins run straight through you
Calm we'll see it clearly now
We're just the strangers that hate you, we're just the strangers that care
Paint what you want define the experience
Get out of safe mode but know your way home
The tensions easing
Our views are prone to disorder mental congestion is right around the corner
But we'll still have tomorrow
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Reaktsiya
03:28
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Every day seems like the last, scheduled but disorderly
Cherry-picking at my past, sub consciously directing me
Your imprint, your impression on this world
Is trickling like petrol, igniting all we know
Sometimes, I feel like, we should've spoke
We had all the time to warn them
Sometimes, I feel like, we learn from our mistakes
But leave behind more in their wake
I could've been right, I should have held on, or maybe I'll tell them that I had it all
Fleeing every chance I get, didn't help
I could've been right, I should have held on, or maybe I'll tell them that I had it all
Fleeing every chance I get, didn't help
Have I had enough? Have I had enough? Hope we'll breathe easy
When all that once was comfort becomes a thorn in your side
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Half Past Empty
02:40
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Disgorge the enticement, you roll in and lap up the false agenda
Collect your vainglory, no one is watching, no one is watching
I have to pick apart at all this mess you're leaving here
Let's fall upon ourselves, restore disposition
We crave for displays of separation
Intent on taking value
Brought up in hell and couldn't change it
But you watch it burn
And when this world calms down
I'll feel it in my head and I'll
Fly off in eudaimonia
It will play its stratagem in places where vanity goes on quenchless
In every notion it swallows all the helpless all the ignorant
They say keep looking forward but now there's a weight on your back
Conditioned to throw it all away regurgitating this subconscious attack
And all this time, your reactive mind has painted the ceiling blue
Impatient at best, go clean up the mess you made
You replay every night, every night, every night
We crave for displays of separation
Intent on taking value
Brought up in hell and couldn't change it
But you watch it burn
When will you ever do something better
When will you fucking learn
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The Crave Collective
03:03
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You're scratching the thought about wanting more
The rash is more apparent so you're closing doors
Band-aid the situation with external decoration
The windows we're all peeping through
The targets in your head, the ego has been fed
It's insatiable, unreliable but you'll take it to the grave
Go along to get down
You're on the same track and you'll never turn around
Drink up and spit out
Tell all your dreaming friends that they should shut their mouth
And I want you to really think
Are your judgments really sustaining?
Wanting more
Spilling, more than you will ever need to waste more time
You're blunted living in disconnect
And all your friends
All your friends are images
Spending all your time
Looking for a reason to justify
An irrational, destructive existence
When your mark on this world ain't nothing but a dirty stain
When your mark on this world ain't nothing but a dirty stain
Do what you're told, till your body's old and finally just give in
Do what you're told, till your body's old and finally just give in
Finally just give in
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