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The Waking Death
05:10
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If I wait long enough
I’ll feel the moment growing old
It’s defining features gather dust
And lose weight
If I wait too long
I’ll forget why I came here
And keep waking up to grey days
Torn from a dream, but for what?
Waking death inside my head
I keep passing out to white
And keep waking up
To mornings painted to resemble
A drunken purgatory
Birthed in a dream, but for what?
If I wait long enough
Monotone grey days
Start feel like dreaming
If I live through enough of them
I’ll lose all the colour in my life
Waking death inside of my head
I get lost forever
In my dreams
Get lost forever in sleep
Waking death inside of my head
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Illusion of Permanence
03:23
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How old did you say I am?
Wind in the trees
Watching the leaves
When does a season end?
The chill changes colours
The Earth eats the dead
A lifetime of memories
Put to sleep
Under a blanket of snow
I can’t keep up with myself
In a race with time
Bewildered by the beauty of blossoming
It happens every year
Everyday life is born anew
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I feel naked.
When I’m this sober
My awareness pulls back the veil of reality
To reveal
A pulsing chasm of euphoria
I feel no fear when I momentarily accept
That I know as much about now
As I do about death
To reveal
A pulsing chasm of euphoria
I’m scared to die
When I can no longer dream
Numbing this open wound
That grows with every stagnant day
I feel exposed
As I become one with the roots
I’ll feel at peace
When I’m eaten by the Earth
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Floating face down
Sinking to the center of nothing
Floating face down
Eyes roll back to the center of man
I see a snake
Choking on its own tail
I see an animal scare to find out
If the cage they loathe is really locked
To feel the fear of finding out
To find God in giving up
I float away into your arms
To feel the fear of finding out
Found ego in burning wings
I fly towards the sun
And found meaning in...
I fly towards the grave
And find meaning in...
In living (In falling)
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All we are
Knots being tied
Just of sight
All I’m not
Digitally replicated
Just out of sight
I can’t forget who I am
“Of course you can”
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