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Suffer For Me
02:24
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As we continue forward, gaining ground on the distancing past,
details are blurred with time.
So we all just tell our stories, with the hopes that we won't forget,
or be forgotten, time heals all.
Trip over thoughts, I’ve fallen behind, stare straight into a wall.
Pulled back by voices, remember my place.
Reluctantly we say our goodbyes, to the strangers we once knew.
Struggle with the basics of daily routine.
Don’t recognize these spaces, lost inside of my own mind.
Forget to be scared, of what comes next.
So we all just tell our stories, with the hopes that we won't forget,
or be forgotten, time heals all.
No longer ask the question.
This is the way it is.
Those on the outside, now suffer for me.
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Plastic Reality
03:34
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Plastic reality, imperfections, fade to nothingness.
The vivid colours hide the truth. (Kept undiscovered)
Sell us a way of life, be what you watch, watch what you eat.
Emulate the empty shells. (Ghosts in the magazines)
What are you trying to sell me,
and what would you say to make me buy it?
Taught from a very young age,
to be the very best consumers we could be.
False idols preach false pride, prey on the weak, shaping their minds.
They’ve become walking billboards. (To Survive)
Becoming obsolete, day by day, we depreciate.
Value is lost, scattered amongst the remains.
What are you trying to sell me,
and what would you say to make me buy it?
Taught from a very young age,
to be the very best consumers we could be.
Lied to but we know it’s, easier to just forget,
these pockets won't line themselves.
Dwell in this fantasy, ignore the needs, fulfill the wants.
Uncomfortable below means, until the end.
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Clean Off Your Lens
01:52
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How many more must fall down,
before we realize the error of our ways?
We’re not born with senseless hate.
We learn what we see, to fear each other.
We must rid ourselves of these anchors,
preconceived notions.
We’re not moving forward.
Inflict the pain, upon ourselves.
Accuse others, of closed eyes and minds.
Through delusion, and tarnished ideas,
we’re all convinced, that we have it right.
Peer into the dark, the view is not your own.
Clean off your lens, so you can see the world.
Pull back from the group, challenge your assumptions.
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Fragments Of Distraction
03:08
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Screaming madness inside my head.
Why do I give a shit what’s said?
Half a conversation, a snare,
the lack of information shared.
Fragments of distraction.
You’re not alone, in this crowded place.
Don’t treat this as your private space.
Recollect the unimportant,
you embody utter torment.
Screaming madness inside my head.
Why do I give a shit what’s said?
Half a conversation, a snare,
the lack of information shared.
Fragments of distraction.
Shut out the world, you disconnect, virtual reality.
Oblivious, you disrespect, those in your vicinity.
The extension of your arm, narcissist technology.
You don’t believe you cause harm, there is no apology.
The only community you know, is held inside your hand.
Disregard everyone else, we cannot understand.
Just hang up your fucking phone, this of you we demand.
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Tune Out
02:56
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He looks off, and now it’s gone, tearing away all that he held.
Focus strains fighting the lights, unaware of the assault.
Held captive the mind is hostage, not to be released.
Ten pages later, confused by the journey.
Guided along an invisible path.
Course laid out by the sound of the clicks.
The train has left him behind.
The loss of direction, has thrown off his compass.
As he drifts further, he loses his grip.
Aware that it happens, but unable to react.
Trying to tune out, while slowly falling in.
No further from where he began, his destination faded.
Set along a brand new course, sudden flow of inspiration.
No sooner than his thoughts collect, a burst of light destroys them.
Ten pages later, confused by the journey.
Guided along an invisible path.
Course laid out by the sound of the clicks.
The train has left him behind.
Thirty second cuts and it’s something new.
The blank pages burnt to his eye.
Unable to discern what it was for.
Complete loss of clarity.
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