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A Proposition
02:12
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(instrumental)
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Patience
05:01
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If patience is what you need, then hold on
The voices you keep suppressing in your head
This path needs clearing before the night time
Listen to the whispers that are in your mind
Patience, my friend
Release your mind
Patience, overboard
The patience we all need is not around
Turn a flicker, turn a spark into a light
The air you breathe, you will deplete in no time
Remain curious, stay out of the line
Patience, demons
Purge all ill minds
Patience, let me try
Patience, young child
The world is so rough, so rough, so rough
Patience, let me try
If patience is what you need, then hold on
The wait is the proof that you’re still alive.
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Testimonial, tale of deceit
They put me with a force I can’t defeat
My wounds still burn
My scars still bleed
My eyes still water
I feel incomplete
It pours, it pours on me
It pours, it pours on me
It pours, it pours on me
It pours, the seasons are changing
To which court do I have to plead?
To which God do I have to beg?
My fears are coming to be
My life is not as what it seems
Pay nothing and throw away my hands
I’ll wait for the next deal to play
Pay nothing and throw away my hands
I’ll wait for the next deal to play.
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Ghosts in the Lavatory
02:46
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Every second counts now
As you look up to the ceiling
Hoping things went the other way
There’s a growl from underneath
Your pale and soft, outstretched skin
Lack of blood, lack of sleep
Delusional entities
Accompany your restless being
The air seems heavy now we are free
You’re not imagining anything.
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Therapist
06:10
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Shining a light, he wears a mask and a coat
Prying open, I try to keep myself afloat
I can’t breathe properly, I’m losing my head
Let go of me, let go of me, stop this feel of dread
Therapist, nails on fist
Therapist, hide your face
All hail the Lord, most Gracious, most Merciful
I’m hurt, I’m not the person I once used to be
Focus, remember the long scar on his right hand
I am bleeding, I am bleeding, he’s coming around the bend
Therapist, nails on fist
Therapist, hide your face
These readings are not meant to fall
No hiding from the breaching you saw
Sensations getting overboard
I’m running from the prowler in the dorm
Therapist, nails on fist
Therapist, hide
These readings are not meant to fall
No hiding from the breaching you saw
Sensations getting overboard
I’m running from the prowler in the dorm
Therapist, hiding behind the door
Hiding from the law
Penetrating the once hollow form.
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Afraid of Our Children
06:14
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The haze across the plain
The weight of a generation stained
Resuscitate our old ways
There’s a nexus between our pain
There’s a nexus between our pain
Why do I feel this way?
Primal instincts overwhelm all senses
Am I in luck to witness change
Or do I fall short once again?
Or do I fall short once again?
The haze settled down the plain
The faded generation stays
Resuscitate our old ways
There’s a nexus between our pain
There’s a nexus between our pain
There’s a nexus between our pain
There’s a nexus between our pain
There’s a nexus between our pain
There’s a nexus between our pain.
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Thank You Depression
05:09
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Thank you, depression, alive and well
Sell all your jewelry and take your share
The world is weary like an old tired man
Waiting for his number to be called once again
And I’m always late to answer your call
And I ask for forgiveness at this fork in the road
I hope you don’t know the hollowness of it all
And don’t lose hope, don’t give up on me
Thank you, depression, take all my friends away
Therein lies a part of me dumb enough to even care
All things must end as the credit rolls away
And we won’t be forever, that’s another different play
Oh mother, I’m sorry, I wanted to be strong
But I can’t seem to hold on to this rope you sent along
The walls are closing in to this frail and fragile mind
Maybe I’ll get another chance in the next life
Oh mother, I’m sorry, I wanted to be strong
But I can’t seem to hold on to this rope you sent along
The walls are closing in to this frail and fragile mind
Maybe I’ll get another chance in the next life.
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The Dark Matter
11:43
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I: Your Lovely Bones
There’s a den I built underground
I’d like you to come and see
It’s the only way for me to say
I’d adorn you with sticks and clay
I can see through your lovely bones
I can be all that you’re not
I can stab through your jugular
My hands aren’t big enough
I try not to make a scene
Maroon life bursting through my fingers
Have I done a beautiful mess?
There’s no time to keep you whole
Sum of your parts will do
I pray for a safe haven
II: The Journey
I wanted a long and happy life
I bid love a teary goodbye
I escaped this moving prison
And now I’m free from all the lies
All the burden in the world
Has left me exhausted
But a new place I have entered
And I claim this as my own, my own, my own
Come on and stop me
You can try to dissolve me
I feel the weightlessness of my new world
And now I’ve come full circle, circle
I am bigger than the universe
I am more than what you can see
What you can touch, what you can feel
I’m more than what you’ll ever be
III: Purgatory
Take his soul and put in this purgatory
No deeds will leave unpunished
Justice prevails
Now at the end
We assure death won’t let go
Rise on command
We’ll leave you, my friend
A better place to reside
Free from evil
Malicious beings from the rain
And we promise destruction
For all the hate
You’ve been put through
IV: Make Peace
So cold, that day
Chills to the bone
As you take my hand
Into the unknown
Yet I’m here, smiling
Impressed by the power
To reason, to pardon
To make peace.
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