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Enjoy The Ride
05:15
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Time goes by inside an empty cell we live in,
Time goes by inside an empty cell we live in.
Hopes and dreams are just a distant memory,
Waiting patiently for sunset, when they spring again...
I see children the way I used to be...
may they never grow as grey as me...
Out of the way, out of the way, I'm about to get a child today.
Losing my mind, losing my mind, I hope they get him out in time.
Dying to know, dying to know, where did all the nurses go?
Waiting outside, waiting outside, I think I hear a baby crying.
New life has tasted the day,
Newest in line to be thrown into grey.
New life is beginning it's way,
Newest in line to be fallen astray...
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Sickly Sweet Dose Of Joy
04:11
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Off he goes,
as far as he knows
the world is at his feet.
Not defined
yet one of a kind,
a blessed child indeed.
Don’t degrade
the steps that he’s made
or knees that he’d bruised, let him
chase the wind,
as mad as it seems
it all makes sense to him.
The world seemed big when I was small,
With friends that wouldn't let me fall,
Finding galaxies yet unknown
And I'd still be coming home.
And if I thought of something that would fill my nights with dread,
It all got caught by dreamcatchers hanging above my bed.
It used to seem so easy with all the bad dreams washed away,
And all the thoughts I had were focused on the next bright day.
Looking back, seeing in my head,
The best times I've ever had,
Slowly getting lost -
They're never coming back the same.
And if I thought of something that would fill my nights with dread,
It all got caught by dreamcatchers hanging above my bed.
It used to seem so easy with all the bad dreams washed away,
And all the thoughts I had were focused on the next bright day.
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Industrial Fuckup
04:36
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Once a flaw, now a link in the Machine
Piece-by-piece assembled ending for a dream.
Steam-driven monster setting pace for our last dance,
It never really made much sense.
Assembly line moves on and the spirit is undone
And all the hopes get shattered one by one.
A vast asylum for the fuckups without names,
After all it's just a game.
And we keep the lights to guide us when the sun goes down,
And we sing the songs to bind us when we hear their sound,
And we say the soothing words before the morning comes
While we dream of machines that haunt our vision of the dawn…
Machine:
And we bid you welcome.
Welcome to the birth of a thousand suns.
Remember the sight well,
For it may be the last thing that you see.
And that which was free may no longer be,
And you're now the Machine that was forced unto thee,
With inmates attending the industrial mass
In a frightening moment that refuses to pass.
And we keep the lights to guide us when the sun goes down,
And we sing the songs to bind us when we hear their sound,
And we say the soothing words before the morning comes
While we dream of machines that haunt our vision of the dawn…
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5. |
Tell Him You Saw Us
05:49
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Walking down the street, minding my bussiness, getting lost in my thoughts.
Suddenly I step on a beggars foot, I fall to my knees, our eyes meet.
He shows no more pain but as much as he suffers every day.
His glance presents me with strange joy,
it's the joy of noticing the omniscient blank grey,
surrounding the poor fellow dumped into the wasteland of culture,
left to silently decay.
I stare, he stares,
we both share at the unexpected
result of an error that made us care.
Just for my personal relief I donate a twenty
no idea how much that is,
but it ain't plenty,
sorry to drag you from invisible abyss.
When I move on,
well my feet keep stepping,
my mind stays by the glance,
not supposed to happen.
What have i seen,
What have I felt,
who was the poor fellow?
Possessing the goods makes you deaf
missing the goods provides you with time
Time is Money they say
so a homeless is richer than any king,
for his time that keeps him broke,
but attention riches get,
versus the unbearable silence of a homeless man.
We are one
Am I to thank him for reminding me,
or is he to silently thank me for reminding him,
of his mere existence.
Are we to pretend, it's all OK,
are we to prolong miseries,
are we here to just survive
OR are we allowed to live.
So tell him you saw us,
because,
we believe he forgot
we are.
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6. |
Prisoners Of Dawn
05:40
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Nothing seems right when the smiles fade away,
Were they even meant to be there at all?
The image’s the same, should I take all the blame?
Was I wrong to be waiting to answer your call?
Waking up into another silent day,
Into a world that has forgotten how to smile,
Leaving me a little anxious for a while,
As I begin to understand that no one will come.
There came a time to separate
From cheerful children's play,
And all we did was growing up,
So they could take it all away.
All I have done, struck me back in return,
All I have seen too absurd to unlearn.
Lost at the crossroads, no guidance beyond,
My future looks set, but it's the one I don't want.
No one to warn me that here it gets real,
A little late to reconsider, I feel.
Still with no clue of what it's all about,
By now we all thought we could figure it out.
"It's just a scratch."
-A sentence often used to make me peaceful at night,
This cannot be happening to me, I'm not bleeding!
Again I'm alone, like before I was born,
Screaming for mercy, begging for help.
There's only a shadow of regret that I can find,
Silence awaits where the sun used to shine.
Would you help me to carry this load of mine?
And would it do, if I could take some pain from you?
I'm growing tired of nights spent awake,
Silently waiting for the morning to show.
Watching the scenes of a perfect mistake,
Waiting for End, yet afraid to let go.
There came a time to separate
From cheerful children's play,
And all we did was growing up,
So they could take it all away.
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If I leave you this song
will you know I was there?
And if I choose to walk
from my dreams, will you care?
When I fall on my knees,
would you help me get through?
And if they stole my light,
could I find it in you?
Is it really getting darker
or was it me that killed the lights?
Tell me, little Stranger,
did it hurt when yours went out?
Another love outgrown,
another chance I've blown,
another same old ground
that trembles when I stand.
Another scream unheard,
another bridge is burnt,
another failed attempt to shine
comes to its end.
Another glimpse of doom,
another empty room,
another way of being alone
when I come back.
These wounds keep getting deeper
every time I lose control
and the next time you wake up
I may not be there.
The sense of urgency awakes
and with the grin across my face
as I've fallen out of grace
I see those eyes that make me stay.
A little shiver down my spine
when I leave this room behind
for the next concrete kiss -
one of many yet to come.
My face a little paler
and my steps a little less assured,
with scars I proudly call my own
I let you take me home.
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Take a walk in the street of broken sights,
A pile of crayons lies forgotten beneath my feet,
I pick it up and paint a picture of those eyes,
A glance that will never leave the street.
By chance this meeting happens as a part of everyday,
By chance we look the same under pale blue sky,
By chance I could see beyond the smoke of my cigarette,
By chance I've seen what I'll never forget.
Hundreds in rush to live one more average day
Hundreds in urge to speak their bluff they have to say,
Only one to catch my glance in this twisted boring dance,
Just one look to forever lead my way.
Tired of walking forward, forgetting where I go,
Lost in mass of people that I never want to know,
Seems like every day, but we know it’s not the same,
It will never be, as your image stays inside of me.
A warming shade of green amidst the grey rushing nothing,
I may never see it again but the memories will remain.
Under the gloomy shade of pendulum, ticking our time away,
At least one heartbeat seemed worthy of its cause.
Before I lay my head to sleep forevermore,
I think of a picture I have drawn that day,
A picture I remembered for all those years to come,
The one that moved my step in the endless grey.
Long live the green, said the man before he closed his eyes,
I've seen nothing but this one moment of bliss
And under shadows of the pale blue skies
Tired and weary the old man died in peace.
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9. |
Wide Eyed Watchers
06:20
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