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Crossing Waters
04:54
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Just give them bars; the cold concrete walls is all that they need to live and breed. They'd rather mend on the in than expire out in the wild let them in and leave; just leave them be. Now you know how it was that you and I were not born to be enemies, but it came down when they stole permission from those things we read down on our knees. Here where waters crossed we settled down, and we have fashioned towards the glamour of it now. We reside where false assignments made the grade and retire our surroundings in our deeds. So we look to the fortunate ones to decide all the things that will live and the dreams that will die. We were never the diligent ones to contain all the things that we needed; they were depleted. We were to blame. Now you see we're all the same except for diligence and greed and some TV is pouring up another glassful of philosophy - and it's what we're drinking. Where waters crossed we're living now, but we've ate up all that we had planted and moved around. Now we're divided; our alignments separate our entire able-minded misery.
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Deepen the Right
04:39
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As luck lands we're walking on feet; we're no saviors by most standards. When it's high-watt we see the light - living deep in the right while wanting to know: how deep in the right can we go? Keep pushing forward - further burdensome travels were hard and they explain why we need to be deep in the right - convincingly told by the deep in the rights, and they ought to know, they're deep in the right - or so they're told. Oh how could we make such a god damn obvious mistake and live to proclaim how this means war? In another life there may still be time to upend and dump out of this doctrine: all the vetted lies wiping out our kind - fence them in without haste and we'll rent away; but we're deep in the night and not sure who knows how deep in the night our world goes. Unfortunate for others always was the case but there are no more others than us this time.
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These machines all run the world; there were never
only two, so, forget the written word of man - the liar's
wording - there was never nothing wrong with us.
Now this is the deal: for all we know, we are all we know.
The only calm in knowing no heaven is no hell; and it
is no heal for you from this. No, this is for real;
it's time to go out on our own. So far now, then
when I was told - that younger age lends all
those young beliefs of the supernatural. But
when I wilted before I will now come
forth until the meaning comes in tune.
Now we're building out, up and down,
but first we go deep inside, and we
capture for us to be and us to begin. And we
thank the mining and fires - all those things
manufactured by man - because they're making way for
making more and making us go.
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Clouded Ground
04:24
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A slick steady process - sending those words down just to make our ears vibrate. We'll string things along now and then - alike phrases we'll understand the waves that are made from making sense. We were left where things were not right tonight; we were right when things were left alone. We balance, we barter, we harbour both asshole and admiral of our kind; we're too kind. We're two kinds.
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A Harping of Sorrows
04:55
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We evolved to the sound of barking necks - biting at the reigns and trying hard to pull all the life from the size-less pints - who survive amongst giants of the sky. Oh, I know that I have been so sure that you have been around and been shut down - I've been there too...who knew? I hope that you are holding hope to read the rest of this story but who knows how they'll bend the truth. These walls that hide us, bind us, clothe and remind us to keep things civil and keep all buying in line and inside of the grips of these one or two minds - they're terrified knowing that nature wins every time, and it's true that we're aboard a sinking boat with no real course. 'Cause you know you and I know how we're too big to be this blindly insincere and out of line by the end of the day - and we know we, and we're fucked up, but it's not too late to make it up and save some time before our lives run out of days
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Swallow the Liter
03:20
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Big bald bird in your big bald bird house - get to flapping around. Come down, but beware of the enemies there; it's a blighted and damaged land - we're a stranger there in their things, and we'll crawl into nightmares. We're dealing in two areas with one mind; this is no small crime for the time. For the grand highlight we aim to off all of you. You drink oil; you spoil water. Nature maturing was our living end to leave this vindictive,
simply restrictive coop - when our clipped wings are broke, and we're out in the open. For the grand highlight we aim to off all of you - who sell us by the hour. By and by we'll multiply by time. This? This ain't for you. All of this is for me.
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