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All is quiet now. And, yet, somehow, this sweat falls from my brow. It’s enough to drown, enough to drown. I’m gonna drown. I’m gonna drown. I’m gonna drown. I’m gonna drown. Oh, and it happens so slow. Sink to the bottom before you know. And oh, into the depths I go. Fathoms deeper, time is my only foe. Oblivion calls, and so I must go… and so, I... Oblivion calls, and so I must go. Oblivion calls. Beckoning me, she’s calling. Darkness, I see… she’s calling. So sweetly, she’s calling me to join eternal dreams and, so it seems, pulls at heartstrings. Beckoning me, she’s calling. Darkness, I see… she’s calling. So sweetly, she’s calling me to join eternal dreams and, so it seems, pulls at heartstrings. Ya know, she pulls the strings. She pulls strings. From the deep, she sings. She pulls strings, from the deep, she sings. So, ya know, oblivion calls… and I must go. Oh, and it happened so slow. Sink to the bottom before I know. Oh, I go. She takes my breath away as I go. Waves of sleep, wait for me in the deep. Waves of sleep, they wait for me in the deep… oh. Promises she’ll keep, they wait for me in the deep. Promises she’ll keep, they wait for me in the deep. In her arms, I’ll sleep. In her arms, I’ll sleep.
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Stung
03:20
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Leave it alone! Leave it alone! Leave it alone! From wherever you roam, please leave it alone. You’ve bitched and you’ve moaned, from high on your throne, from the seed that’s now grown to be all that you know. But, all we ask is that you leave it alone. All of your words, the strange and absurd, sting afterwords, dividing by thirds… you’re thinning out your own precious herd with your words, oh! Well, let’s look back on how it started. Can you remember what was really said or felt? Oh, my guess is no… just let go, my guess is no.
Just let go!
“I don’t think so!”
Just let go, go.
“No! No! No!”
No, you can’t let go.
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I always thought I had a plan. I thought some day I’d be just the man, that I think I can. Oh, but a wrench gets thrown into my engine.
Even though that might never have been your intention. You placed a land mine in my way, right in front of me… I didn’t see it, but now I feel it, stuck in my tracks, blown in half at the knee. Oh, that ringing in my head. And, how the fuck am I not dead? I’m supposed to thank you for the blast you put me through? You expect me to love you, just the way you love me too? Oh, that ringing in my ear? What was that, you said so sweetly, my dear? Ya said, “I had to stop you, by force, so you’ll stay with me here… oh, my dear!” Ok, my love, now it’s perfectly clear. You are the new plan!
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It’s rollin’ in like thunder, bulldozin’ like no other. It’s a smash and grab kinda’ thing, it’s led by the terrible right wing. And, will you stand tall then, waving flags of opposition? Toe to toe as the energy grows... are you cocked, loaded, and with live ammo? Both sides are watchin’ their backs, as the tension and the fear starts to stack. Who raises a voice, who will fight for choice? All the posting that you did, while in a dark chatroom you hid. Now, it’s time to grab the mic... yer scared, I know, but it’s time to strike. Move up to the front, where the rest take all the brunt. It’s no longer just a stunt, it’s now a fuckin’ hunt, join the hunt. Toe to toe, outcome unknown!
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Maybe That’s the Allure?
04:21
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Yer callin’ out, you think that no one else knows what it’s all about. But, no different than you, we’ve all had that same bout: a fight against the world, that must be against us. You pout, when too hot to handle, you label anything tough in life the worst drought… oh yeah! No, nothing in life is for sure, from the known to the obscure. No path secure, sometimes a blur, and maybe that’s the allure? Maybe. Maybe, just maybe. Maybe, just maybe. You… yer callin’ out. Ya think no one else knows what’s it all about. Wake up. Don’t ya see everyone’s the same? Doin’ our best, trying to harm less, without attempting to win this game of life. ‘Cause man, nobody cuts through all this strife, not with the birth-given pocket knife… oh no! No path is secure, sometimes man, this life is jus a blur, and maybe that’s the allure? Hot damn, will you stop trying to understand. So, sing it with me, lift up yer hands, unbury your head from the fuckin’ sand. Sometimes no one has a plan.
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Forward, every step is deep. Higher, as the climb gets steep. Onward, this trail winding to keep. Zombie, trudge on lack of sleep. Start to weep. Summit in sight, a climbers delight. Golden hour still bright… make it, I just might. I just might. I just might. I just might. I just might. Ever forward, every single step is deep. Higher, as the climb gets steep. Onward, winding trail to keep. Zombie, zombie… trudge on lack of sleep. Welcoming the night. Knuckles turning white. Tougher—try as I might—this view is always worth this fight. This view is always worth the fight.
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A Bottle Washes Up
03:38
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Everything that’s made, and everything that’s saved, it’s squirreled away, because we’ll have our day… I’m reminded of what we say, “I love you in every way”. With love letters, we convey, “I love you in every single way”. 4,000 miles away, for now, until we have our day. A puzzle missing pieces, that explained my year. From deserted isle, a bottle with messages, somehow… you found me here. Hey… I’m over here my dear, I hope it’s clear? Save me from tides, I’m made strong with you by my side. Everything that’s made, and everything that’s saved, it gets squirreled away, because we’ll have our day… I’m reminded of what we say, “I love you in every way”. With love letters, we convey, “we will have our day”.
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The Legacy of Misery
04:56
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That’s “one for the team”, and you know what I mean, watch the bull fighter die… he entered into the ring, say “good bye!”. The hunter in the woods, aimed at the bear, as it stood. But, you mess with the beast, you might become its feast. And, who can blame the animals we claim as ours to cage and tame as they turn to bite and to maim? Oh, it’s their world, after all, in which we all live. They were here before us and owe not a single life, a single life to give. They shouldn’t die so we live! We don’t need to end their lives with guns and knives. A legacy of misery and torture in our lives… legacy of misery and torture in our lives, in our lives. Oh, it’s their world, after all, in which we live. They were here before us and owe not a single life, a single life to give. They shouldn’t die so we live! No!
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A Pride of Lions
04:29
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Not for lack of trying… no, not for lack of trying. You see I come from a long line of prideful men, we get back up, and dust off, and always try again. We can’t be swayed or written off. No. We’ll turn the other cheek, swallow our blood, rather than cough. We’d rather burn than ask for help… we’d rather light the match as well, we’ll light it up! I’ll build one hell of a fucking fire, the fire… with myself as the fuel, stack myself as the pyre. You see I come from a long line of prideful men, we get back up, and dust off, and always try again. Try, try, and try again… even when we should give up, I come from a line of prideful men, a long line of prideful men. It’ll kill me. It’ll kill me. Prideful.
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I Am Your Atlas
03:31
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Load it up. Add more on board. Join the club. With all you can afford… leave no amount ignored. Stack ‘em high, start from the floor. Don’t worry about weight, don’t consider your fate, everything will turn out great, leave your troubles at the gate. Oh, leave ‘em at the gate, oh… oh, leave ‘em at the gate. Call me “Atlas”, I’ll take on your stress, take advantage of my kindness, as my vertebrae compress. Call me “Atlas”. Call me “Atlas”. Call me “Atlas”. Call me “Atlas”. Call me “Atlas”.
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