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Cutting Off The Air
03:41
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Light the candle, Illuminate
How can I communicate through a vault?
Sound the alarm, the teeth have locked.
Now I have the voice of a serpent, a floating head and a bloodshot eye.
A bird without feathers in a cage of velvet,
The snake is constricted now.
This isn’t a rabbit hole it’s deeper.
more like an abyss that’s capped on one end,
and the more you dig the closer you get to the stars.
but are those stars, or just arrows pointing you to Dresden?
So sing a little bit louder,
Inspiration will keep the wolf from the door.
This isn’t a firebombing.
No, this inferno is hotter.
...more personal.
Did you ever think you could drown in an hourglass?
Time cannot freeze when it is sand.
So stand still.
In this case, inspiration leads to disintigration.
Vixen vines gently enclose the room.
Tentacles eclipse and snuff out the flame
compact existence inside a balloon
this silhouette is embracing the dark.
Light the candle, Illuminate
How can I communicate through a vault?
Sound the alarm, the teeth have locked.
These circus tombs have stolen my lungs.
They’re cutting off the air.
A concave chest can’t save you now.
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all these distractions are taken from me,
I wish you were home to form out these plans
the doors have closed, and I'm all alone.
It all begins - place your hands safe at your side
even when the world starts to lean, plant your feet.
a day will come when we'll forget,
everything we were not yet we should have been.
make a note of it we're just off to keep it solved.
We're off for all that's lost.
Where do we go?
I feel like I'm flying.
I'm eager to meet you again.
in place of these empty lines.
they're reaching that new height.
and they’re trapping us inside.
We’re off for all that’s lost
We’re off for all that's solved.
It’s comfortable
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Make sure you don't forget to bring everything you need.
With all that space, It keeps you awake
There are explosions everywhere.
I close my eyes. I am no longer here.
Come morning you'll forget.
the sounds of ancient music as your eyes approach the record...
your ears will hear its birth and its yours if you can use it.
I never thought that I would leave.
I'm not coming back.
forgotten words brought destiny.
It's you and me
It’s you or me
I will remain useless, floating along.
There's enough darkness here to hang my headstone away.
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their lifeless image
like their necks upon the ropes;
thousands of strings
form to break their hopes
I fear my friends have reached the end
I'm shaking from the wind
My bones, freezing stones
I don't want to give it up just yet
I fear my friends have reached the end
and the war begins
I hate these sands; these hills that bend
The sun pounds, it beats on our heads
We've been thirsty for days now
I almost regret my escape
We pray for the rain, for God in the same,
for magical myths when truth never came.
I ache in my skin, preach out my eyes,
I bleed on my hands, my hearts still inside
I'll die in the ground, for hell is all around
I miss the skies, it’s empty lies
The shade of blue, the remains of you
I’ll have their heads now
their faces carved out
I’ll die in the ground. For hell is all around
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Wildman Of The Navidad
04:04
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This automated room has got the best of you.
Without a native mind, The sun will burn our eyes.
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House Of Horus
06:26
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I could spend my whole life following you.
I could spend my whole life fighting
I could spend my every breath speaking for you
I could spend my whole life finding truth
the truth is in living up to your youth
make the world and see it for a new
they had me for a moment with their noose
and it was choking me
thought they'd never let it up
living was meant to be making this a better place
the past was meant for mistakes
its a lot of work to bring it back to what it was
when loving was the only thing they knew.
replace the laws
let us decide what to choose
you can’t cage the free men
who are freed from the truth
they put a stop in my eyes
so I can no longer see
that your hands are getting eager
scraping in my pockets for a little cash
we can spend our whole lives fighting
we’re not gonna die slaves
liberate the nation,
and you will free our generation
time is fleeting
it’s slowly creeping
I'm not gonna die a slave
I’m gonna leave this place
with a smile on my face
I know that nothing in this world is safe
I can’t believe you can follow along
like little children playing make believe
paper money and a tv screen
extorting children for your own greed
built houses the size of mountains
so you and your wife can breathe
pay the Mexican workers and their families
ten percent of their dying dreams
I spend my life on my own two feet
no paper money is gonna make me go
no paper money is gonna control
where my hands and my mind can’t go
replace our laws
let us decide what to choose
you can’t cage the free men
who are freed from the truth
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8. |
Xibalba I (The Journey)
04:52
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God, you sit so silent
has the blood on my hands kept you quiet?
I have eaten the youth, I have eaten the truth
on a half broken arrow that our rivals used...
These animals became evil
along with these trees
they slowly creep
waiting to snatch me.
yeah.
the stars spin
revolves around it’s discipline
my eyes I cannot control
there’s a light within
in a burning sense
the light expels its confidence
the truth appears to me
and I've been told...
I miss them like I miss the words
When they fell twenty thousand feet
I guess I didn't have to know
there's nothing but an empty room.
I've been told
I've been told
"Then save yourself!"
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Sigurd
03:42
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I feel a holy war
breeding deep inside of me
the smell of smoke
and taste of blood
will teach to hear & see
make time move slow, you learn as you grow
on the steps lay a pile of gold.
we’ll burn like Rome
sleep in summer groves
hunt like a pack of wolves deep in the wild woods
make time move slow, You’ll learn to let them know
on the steps lay your pile of gold.
this liquid will make you love
feel heaven from above
cast like a velvet glove
like fire to the morning sun
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“We live in the house of forever
as ever below and above
The host and the king and the father
all is one in the house of love
awareness is just an illusion
yourself is split in two
happiness, pain and confusion
all is one, one is one, one is two.”
Descended in a velvet glove,
you promised sleep but a secret to keep
the temperature rose like dropped in a flame
A circle of theories.
find a network of society
a network of beliefs.
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