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Revisionist
03:18
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waves crash at the battle arm (he said)
like a dead set ringer (what they want)
air sucked for the last time (he said)
all the more the better, lost (yeah!)
and now..
and now the bell rings
people they drown
they liked to suffer their kings
and wash their kingdoms down
waves crush at the battle arm (he said)
like a fourtune teller (what they want)
earth chewed up to make smoke (he said)
all the more the better. lost... (yeah!)
and now...
let em sleep, let em sleep, let em sleep because
let em sleep, we let em sleep
we all lie here
anyway
let em sleep, let em sleep, let em sleep because
let em sleep, we let em sleep
we all lie here
anyway
'cause we're all liars here
you can tell by the high pitch and flavored loss
revisionist, revisionist
beacause we're all liars here
you can tell by the closed mouths, the sweating brows
and we're all liars here
i think it's high time we fess up
revisionist, revisionist
we're all liars here
but thank god that we trade up
revisionist, revisionist
we're all liars here
well thank god we all are trading up
revisionist, revisionist
the story was not the same
the story was not the same
the story was not the same
and now the bell rings
there was hounor in escape
it was a horror to see
and a burden to tape
and now the bell rings
it twists a horrible sound
air sirens in full swing
but we live under the ground
and now the choir sings
it wreaks of wreck and excuse
we were a crime to live
and a relief to loose
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Convalesce
04:12
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are we alone
are you sure the doors are closed
wait for a breath or a crack in the floor
well im sure enough
are you sand or stone
are you push or are you pulled
wait for a trigger to leave a mark
but its not enough
are we alone?
are the doors closed
sewn up and so cloned, are we clear of all unknowns
are we alone?
do you travel at my speed, no
wait for the breach or a crossing of lines
but it's
been said
in part
two hands
left out
cast to the red tape
of tourtured messing,
perfect timing
of self-tought convalesce
we take the face off
in attempt to divide
there isn't a fracture left at all
this is not the way it was supposed to turn out
we take the plates off
in attempts to divide
there isn't a fracture left at all
this is not the way it was supposed to turn out
we fit into perfect lines
are you sure the doors are closed
they've do everything they can
to show the terrible things they know
we fit into perfect lines
are sure just like a stone
that we can repair
that we can be sewn
in all ways take chance to decieve
my life, has taken no break to decide
yet i hold out for one exception
did i drift off?
did i repair?
or did i convalesce?
now as we sow,
are we clear of all unknowns?
now as we sow,
are we clear of all unknowns?
processed in line, was there a factory in my past?
did i drift off or did i convalesce?
now as we sow,
are we clear of all unknowns?
are we alone?
do you travel at my speed? no.
wait for a breath or a crack in the floor
would you let it go?
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by proxy, calls come from overhead
"we will repurpose you yet"
uncovered gears grind, dull beats in open cage
we are concrete, as much as sway
by proxy,in a laymans skull
"we will recover them all"
uncovered gears grind, signals we fail to send
there are no numbers that embrace the end
unarmored, chained, unarmored
in no logical ways
at the same price you offer
but the currency has changed
oh the currency has changed
by proxy, echos through an older set
"we will re-suffer our debts"
un covered gears grind, circuitry will eventually slip
we try so hard to loosen our grip
what ghost do they subscribe to
while grasping for ashes blown
what growns right there behind you
what ghost do they conspire to
while all the ashes blow
what grows right there behind you
behind you
what ghost
what ghost
do they subscribe to
what grows
what grows
right there behind you
by proxy, shrill calls come from overhead
"we will repurpose you yet"
uncovered gears grind, dull beats in a open cage
we are concrete, as much as sway
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Hoax
05:01
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frights and anvils
curse and all cold
like a painter
cannot wait to get sold
don't just take what they offer
come on and get what you came for
throw an insult
cast it outright
all together
voices lack the insight
don't just take what they offer
come on and get what you came for
until the results
equal nothing
let me hear your hammer sing
don't just take what they offer
come on and get what you came for
all for no cause
effect is after thought
through a pin hole
cut up hands write a page
encased in infra-regret
oh what I’d give for just a guess
just one guess
just one guess
its like a rabbits foot has been cut off
its like a wishing well filled up
its like a rabbits foot has been cut off
its like a wishing well filled up
with useless coins
don't just take what they offer
come on and get what you came for
like a ribcage
ripped open season
oh I cannot wait
until you to hunt them
don't just take what they offer
come on and get what you came for
eyes are indent
smile serrated
I bet you cannot wait
To finally get it
don't just take what they offer
come on and get what you came for
like an insect
being trampled
almost had to face the fact
and grow old
but I won't let you
if the reflection doesn’t look like yourself
if the grease on the glass is making ghosts
save the toast
dial out and ask for help
but I won't let you
encased in bright green veins
less left after the change
all the places and names
just don’t add up
but I won't let you
and finally, the horns are put away
after a fakers parade
the machines are given
to just another face that looks away
but I won't let you
yeah that’s right, just settle down, take it slow
this is all that anyone could ever hope to do
repeat your words, you say them best, you're programmed well
this is all that anyone could ever hope to do
we all let go. we all let go. we all let go.
it's simple these clones are taking up your space, if your left alive
you can say that you
do what you like do what you like do what you like
it's simple these clones are taking up your space,
so half of the time
you can say that you
do what you like
it's simple these clones are taking up your space, if your left alive
you can say that you
do what you like do what you like do what you like
"its" a hoax
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