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Involuntary movement is now cornered and stoic
My languishing martyrdom now heroic
Unfounded affection
then changes direction
And progresses
Falling into the path of one last tear drop
That with one command will stop
the authority to remember
A cold white ember
Settles down in my eye as a prop
The language is also deceitful
Lapped up by the pompous people
but I have the proof that you're candidly aloof
Motion with no name
Forward not forgetting a thing
Defrauding the intellect is effortless
Because the conniving subject is shiftless
Aiming at the head space of projection
Escapism as a form of infection
Muddled in my honeycomb mind that’s incessantly listless
Motion with no name
Forward not forgetting a thing
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The Spectacle is mouths agape
as we to consume too soon
are we being, having, appearing
to everyone in an empty room?
it's the fetishization of us all
it's the glamorous lights of the strip mall
as the pack of punters watch in awe
at the dizzying heights of the stunt man's fall
Sold to a lonely crowd
silence twice as loud
Sold to no one and all
See how far we fall
Spectators of profit
Hearts turn to their eyes as the situation dies
Spectators of profit
Life is representation
have I missed the situation?
Sold to a lonely crowd
silence twice as loud
Sold to no one and all see how far we fall
a monopoly of appearance
on the margins of existence
cause what’s good appears
and what appears is good
I think you know more than you should
I think I know
The Spectacle is ever changing
The Spectacle is all consuming
The Spectacle is never ending
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Dreaming in Concrete
02:55
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Half sick between revolting dreams nauseous knowing it’s not what it seems
Everything will be the same
a track record of corrupted fame
I’m not gonna vote for the ghost
sell myself to the devil’s host
I’m not gonna give up the ghost sell myself to the devil’s host
Close the door behind us
exit where we came
There can be a new world
one in which we create
It doesn’t have to be perfect
but we can’t rely on fate
rely on each other
the builders and the students put our ears down
beneath the street’s movement
Because below the concrete
we can hear a beach and an ocean
We can destroy the pavement
and its bureaucratic devotion
There is a beach and an ocean destroy bureaucratic devotion
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Futures Lost
03:54
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Haunted by the future’s past
Ghosts that aren't dead or alive
Enter our minds and they forever last
Archival utopia strives
forward and back in depression
where everything goes to glow then die
bleak and harrowing images flow in quick succession
dreaming perfection the west will never know
deserted with no hope
A glimpse at what could have been
Lost futures recovered I pray; amen
This isn’t how we were meant to live
I don’t think God will forgive
The wheel retraces the paragon
Hoping to find perfection again
The past and future cease and carry on
desperate to recover sanitized zen
Trapped and liberated in temporal disjunction
The nostalgia machine then erupts and malfunctions
A glimpse at what could have been
Lost futures recovered I pray; amen
This isn’t how we were meant to live
I don’t think God will forgive
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Idle Eyes in your idols eyes
stiff from the past
years away to distract
do you remember when you were young?
the first time you drove and the last time you moaned
in the bedroom of your youth
warm and alone
give up and stay
or pack up for one more taste
did you ever think you'd be here?
did you ever think you'd leave?
the furthest run to the house you grew up in
purple and pink streetlights in the ashtrays
the longer they kiss the further they stray
your idols eyes were never perfect
your idle lies were probably worth it
we idolized the tombs and the power
my idealized basket of flowers
was it your casket or was it my father's?
i cried in the car for hours and hours
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