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Guillotine
04:25
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The silhouettes of the gallows high
Cast a shadow over buried time
An iridescent lie
Shimmer and gleam from a guillotine.
All your eyes to thee behold
The bells of death will toll
The tyrants fall
Their heads to roll
Uncivil acts of the civilised
Weaken the pillars of the compromised
The desperate and despised
Water the banks with the blood we've seen.
For no highs relieve the lows
Your palace in a hole
And fortune sold
For crimson gold
I'm aching for the night
Oh by no other hand I’d die to save my own
The savior of mine
Holds the steady hand of time, remains in tow
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2. |
Silverline
03:10
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Rolling with the times,
Awake but not alive,
Just feeling old.
In the dark without a rope,
It’s a heavy-hearted joke
that we’ve heard before.
Yeh tonight I’m in the scene,
Skipping lines in skin tight jeans,
Just to see them fall.
Reputation in decline,
I can’t see the silverline,
Just the curtain call.
Only time will ever tell.
Just cos it’s the style and you wear it well.
Only time will never tell.
Mister Ego needs to feed
On videos and magazines,
Only centrefold.
Self-describing for your ear,
Tell the people that we’re here
But don’t tell them all.
And we’re fated to fall away.
Yeh we’re fated to fall away.
Yeh we’re fated to fall away,
Shoot ‘em down with no convictions now.
Yeh If you try,
Yeh you’ll find,
Justified.
Silverline.
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3. |
Hologramatic
04:14
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Your limitations seem so out of control,
But they're all in your mind.
Always believing you've got nothing to show,
to the relics of time.
What am I to do?
I spend my natural life waiting on you.
What am I to do?
If your story now, crumbles down in front of you.
So hologramatic, systematically sound.
But human eyes can't take it.
Your universal, irreversible truth?
Or we are how we make it?
What am I to do?
I spend my natural life waiting on you.
What am I to do?
If your story now, crumbles down into....
Out from beyond the stars, hear our echoing cry…
‘How long til I can’t hang on?’
And I’m still alone
Through all the ages, all the stages of doubt,
Have given rise to the notion.
That you are nothing but a dream all lived out,
Still the wheels are in motion.
What am I to do?
I spend my natural life waiting on you.
What am I to do?
If your story now, crumbles down in front of you.
And I’m still alone…
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4. |
Man-Made Mountain
04:05
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Bearing down on the age of deceptive recourse
A myriad of the marionettes holding court
Synthetic design that razed the truth
Don’t bite the hand that can feed what was scavenged for you.
Is this just your suicide,
You played along again and again.
What you know, just to get by
Was sold as a crime not commited
Defined by a man made lie
A hungry dog never strays from the greed of the pack
The wheels and cogs always grinding their teeth to adapt
The tables afire, the crumbs spilled the floor
Hail the kings and the rulers, adhere and adore
So you pack up your bags and head through the storm
Say goodbye and sell yourself
What once you owned has been denied,
You know you’re confined by the limits
Resigned to a man made mind
Crippling eyes stare
Preconceived but unaware
We’re two dimensional delinquent whores
Why be frightened
We're all enlightened
And man-made mountains were never made to fall
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5. |
Untrained Eye
04:51
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Travelling down an unlit road,
On an endless walk alone.
Swallowed whole by a decadence,
As the clouds begin to roam.
He figures, as each day goes by,
All the worlds will soon collide.
Walk in circles to find no end,
And his life remains in tow.
Oh by the echo of the desert hum
Hold the memories of a sinking sun
Pray until my day is done
Over wasted lands we run.
Beaten tracks he left behind,
Moving forward but walking blind.
The distant lights hidden in the dark,
Sacrificed the dying stars.
He figures as each day goes by,
All the worlds will soon align.
Rolling waves and thunder crack,
Untrained eyes will look towards the dawn.
Oh by the echo of the desert hum
Hold the memories of a sinking sun
Pray until my day is done
Over wasted lands we run.
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6. |
The Tide
04:31
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Empty eyes upon the mantle
A shadow carved the light’s remains
Atop the crumpled sheets, left blind and bruised
As chance decides your fate
Would you let me drown?
Or drag me to the dark ocean floor
The hand that pulls you under will keep you on the shore
All I have, I’m waiting for
You’re still the eye of my storm
A change in the tide and nothing more
And the days seem to linger
The seasons beckon ruin
A linear divide in time and truth
From the cradle to the tomb
Oh would you let me drown
Drag me to the dark ocean floor
And all I ever needed now
Is calling me home
It’s calling me home
Feel the ocean swell start to rise
I’m still beneath the waves, so I can realize
I’m all I’ll ever be
And all I never will
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7. |
Speed of Dark
05:28
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Burning cedars, silence heeds the speed of dark
A savior whispers ‘save yourself’ to make your mark
A battle rage, our history's pages forevermore will be soaked in blood
Iron fist eroding, as the river runs red
See the carnal malefactor with a severed hand
Hypocritic politic, trigger-happy chauvinist, sold not by the thought
Soldiers stand and march
Fall in two by two
Howling dogs of war run in after you
Will you stand in line?
Don’t say you’re all right.
Cemetery ghostess, hung so high.
Like a picturesque silhouette swinging in the breeze under blood red skies
The devil with a grin has the puppets on a string
Laughing like a man insane, with a cigarette smile
So smile….
Crucified disciple of a godless race
The rich man draws the blood out from the poor mans veins
Depth defying ruins, in the ashes
I sol tace
If you wait, they'll come - come to take away what's theirs.
Once a thought, out of reach, crawled up my leg,
With a knife ‘tween it's teeth.
Turn around; hear the sound of your last breath.
Pretty painted pictures, weeping from my wall.
Tripping up falling backwards over moving floors.
A three faced demon in a frozen core.
I'm the traitors in the ice and a Trojan horse.
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8. |
Bull at a Gate
04:15
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Maybe, I just feel like killing time.
I cut loose from my chains,
What’s keeping us alive?
Heavy, with every sky that fell on me.
I survive in my head,
Living lives in dreams
Burdened by the war the sends me
Face down in the mire.
Turn around erase your regret,
forsake, any way.
Ready, ride a bullet through the night.
Hold the crossfired aim,
Surrender to the flight.
Burdened by the war that sends me
Face down in the mire
Turn around to face your regret
escape, any way
Sink to the depths to heighten your lens
Erode by the tides imprints
Won’t stop me before I begin.
Maybe I just feel like killing time.
I just feel like killing time.
I feel like killing time.
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9. |
Broken Window
03:49
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Falling down a mountain.
Reaping what your world has sown.
Embrace the revolution,
for patriots and radicals.
Blindsided riptide pulling me upside down
My head’s in a tailspin,
I’m waiting to crash to the ground
Watching the world through a broken window I found
Come out, come out…
Staring down the barrel.
Eyes locked on the enemy.
We’ll drag you to the streets and kill you
with plutocratic sympathy.
Ashes from your fire,
Fuelled by your inherent greed.
And the smoke still rises higher and higher,
You’ll soon fall down on your knees.
Blindsided riptide, pulling me upside down.
The whites and the paling colours
Seep through the streets of our town
Watching the world through the broken window I found
Come out
Come out
Blindsided riptide, pulling me upside down.
The whites and the paling colours
See through the people I found
Watching the world through the broken window I found
Come out
Come out
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10. |
Storms Gather
04:43
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‘Where do I fall into this?’
The jigsaw puzzle piece says
Counting moments until I dissipate.
How the radar sees me, the sirens sound to hear me
A growing omen upon the arid plain
Rise into the ether
A consciousness dissolves.
Sleeps like animals encaged
A dormant fury, bow the master to the slave.
Fading lightly, the tempest wanes
But storms that gather in my skies, remain
Where do I fall?
Tell me where do I go
I’m broke beyond repair
Where do I go?
The hidden doubt, hunts the idle prey,
to suffer in its place.
Your hopes belied, and the storms will reign
I’ll claim the night, as daylight fades
Where do I fall?
Tell me where do I go
My consciousness resolves.
Sleeps like animals encaged
A dormant fury, bow the master to the slave.
Fading lightly, the tempest wanes
But storms that gathered in my skies, remain
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11. |
State of Mind
06:01
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All the answers she kept scrawled upon her hand
For the familiar reflection watching her cry
So hesitate, for we can deny the thoughts that deceive
How can you sell us the cure if you invent the disease?
If nothing’s felt, it’s hard to tell
What is me or something else
It’s not for show, I can’t control
But I can see, always
Abided by the rules set, a slave unto herself
And diagnosed by a circumstance, she was told
So medicate to be stronger, if that’s what you need
Rip the mask from its place, just so you can breathe
If nothing’s felt, it’s hard to tell
What is me or something else
It’s not for show, I can’t control
I’m just waiting on myself
I’m waiting to arrive
Leave what can be left behind
Find it hard just to see a better way to believe in now
Giving up, you concede another day and you’re bleeding out
And if you more than need this, I can’t find
All that you need to survive
Or another reason to hide
It’ll be all right
Save yourself in time
Believing in your own disguise
Is just a state of mind.
Save what you can find,
Fear can be denied
Know what you can leave behind
Find it hard just to see a better way to believe in now
Giving up, you concede another day and you’re bleeding out
And if you more than need this, I can find
All that you need to survive
Another reason to hide
Save myself in time,
Though my hands are tied,
I know its all my own disguise
And just a state of mind.
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12. |
Take Some Time
04:25
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You know you got to believe that you're beautiful
It's just the way to be
And now you're starting to bleed, I'm not suitable
For your wants and needs
You should take some time away
You should take some time away
And babydoll I know that it's not your fault
But you could do so much better,
We could have it so much better
You should take some time away
You should take some time
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