1. |
Getting To Know
04:37
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Getting To Know (Brock Landers)
can you hear them crawling, inching, creeping up the hall?
lock the doors and shut the blinds
make believe no ones inside
still they circle round like distant vultures in the night
just close your eyes and make believe that everything will be alright
rip off their clothes, take all their money
tear down their homes and distance their families
a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light
flames that will burn down
further yourself and the blaze, it gets dimmer
but the dark of these woods hold something grimmer
would you trade for the great unknown with all that you own?
it's complicated manipulating
I always seem to exacerbate and ruminate
with all of these impersonators impersonating
how could we ever know?
still we travel on our own way
though we've burned the maps long ago
there's no room for any error
when you make it up as you go...
I'm doin' alright and that's just fine
'cause the rule was start that riot
and we said we'd be better in time
in time, well, I still think we're right
and we'll always keep traveling on in time
still we travel on our own way
though we've burned the maps long ago
there's no room for any error
when you make it up as you go...
it's complicated manipulating
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2. |
Ol' No Name
04:03
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Ol' No Name
we've always searched for answers in the emptiest of places
I'm worried that I've come undone
each constructs built, confining such a subtle fascination
a slight inclination towards the surreal
the abstracts distorted and the fractures won't seal
and I'm worried that I've started to unravel
oh, I like it, gotta have it,
give me more, now it's a habit
I don't want to know anything
confining lines with numbers inside defining lives
systematic pride rarely ever breaking stride
we never take heed to anything
I don't wanna feel
oh, I like it, gotta have it,
give me more, now it's a habit
I don't wanna know anything
confining lines with numbers inside defining lies
that we're made to believe
should I let my brother go to the devil in his own way?
so, I'll let my brother go to the devil in his own way.
we've always searched for answers in the emptiest of places
now that God's left the building and you can't afford the rent
we've always searched for answers in the loneliest of places
now that God's left the building and you can't afford the rent
so the devil steps in to fill the rooms instead
allowing all of those terrible things to live inside your head
oh, I guess I'll let them win,
I guess I'll let them in
so the devil steps in to fill the rooms instead
allowing all of those terrible things to live inside your head
so I guess I'll let them win, I guess I'll...
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3. |
Same Old Ghosts
03:05
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Same Old Ghosts
well I swear that I'll learn to let go
of all the things that won't keep me whole
I've let distraction become a habit
now I'm dismissive and erratic
a devil disillusioned by his own ghost
know that it never really stops, the itch
nor the desire to give into it
and every fleeting thought that manifests
will beg for meaning before the end of this
well I swear that I'll learn to let go
of all the things that won't keep me whole
I've let distraction become a habit
now I'm dismissive and erratic
a devil disillusioned by his own ghost
no matter the manner in which we cross the fray
each and every choice we make must stand the weight
should every beacon lit then lead astray
we'll beg for reason before the end of this
we'll beg for reason before the end of...
well I swear that I'll learn to let go
of all the things that won't keep me whole
I've let distraction become a habit
now I'm dismissive and erratic
a devil disillusioned by his own ghost
well I swear that I'll learn to let go
of all the things that won't help me to grow
because distractions a force of habit
and I'm quite convinced I've had it
with these devils on my shoulders and
these same old ghosts
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4. |
The Vent
04:12
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The Vent
distraction, shifting gaze
a small intrusive thought
of what it means to be
collapsing pre-existing ideas
to factions, we'll separate the whole
distance the signals from the source
reactions oscillate then alter the pattern
of what it means to feel
detaching meaning from the moments
in passing, we'll separate the whole
distance the signal from the source
separate the whole as you distance
separate the whole as you distance the signal
separate the whole as you distance the signal from the source
complex patterns converge
small reactions observed
systems patterns invert
stored reactions revert
somewhere along we lost control...
somewhere along...
somewhere along we lost control...
somewhere along...
complex patterns converge
somewhere along we lost control...
small reactions divert
somewhere along...
stagnant patterns invert
somewhere along we lost control...
stored reactions alert... us...
somewhere along...
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