1. |
Veins
07:00
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The world turns
And the sun has left us
The day has left us
And we are all that’s left of it
Like a god
Present or presented
It’s not like it moves
When we move
The sun will never set
If we catch it in these city lights
In plain light
In plain sight
In somewhere more
Than somewhere else
We walk like it’s time to disappear
Like time will disappear
Like a god
Present or presented
It’s not like it moves
When we move
If I were to tell you
You walk beneath the ground
You wouldn’t believe me
Until the lights were out
But when the sun goes down
We are nothing but shadows to the ground we walk on
(You walk beneath the ground)
(You walk upside down)
The sun will never set
If we catch it in these city lights
If we catch it in our veins
We line the streets as shadows
We are nothing but veins
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2. |
The Pilot
06:27
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Bring it all back
If we don’t move
We won’t remember
Pertinence will lose its permanence
So throw some weight
These things stand without legs
They reach without arms
They pump to dry veins
These things breathe without
Yea they breathe without lungs
They will deviate
But they won’t remember a thing
These things live but they won’t remember
Bring the blood back to my head.
Anything can happen in a dream
Where your mind will
What your mind wills
What you yourself cannot
Where gravity will hold you back but cease to exist
Essentially
Where instead the pilot takes you
I hope this isn’t all I’ll ever know.
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3. |
Ambit - The Horizon
02:08
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I once had free thoughts
In an empty mind
With room to move my hand
Drawn map
Through empty pockets
Borders were never found
So never defined
But they say all is empty
Without borders
And there is life to live.
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4. |
Ambit - The Mould
06:27
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There is life to live.
Everything that fits
Is shaped so that everything (else) fits
So now I follow a lead with hands in heavy pockets
“Bounds too tall to see (now that you’re here)
“Will find an define you.”
And all but the old of me
Is fine with that.
But my hands are tied to the weight of the lead
Of the lead
Of the where we’re led.
And if they don’t fit, don’t force it—
(“It’s broken”)
Just break it.
So you don’t have a choice
But to fit the mould
When all that fits
Is shaped so that everything fits
I have broken my thoughts
Trying to fit them in these walls.
This is why all mansions have a roof
This is why all estates have a fence
Who’s to expect
Did you expect
Living to suck the life from you?
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5. |
Built
07:20
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Don’t be surprised
If my pace is a little faster than yours.
I’m running (away)
I’m running (back)
I’m trying to catch up—
So I’m not sure why you’re trying to catch up.
Don’t be surprised
If I don’t turn to the sound of your voice.
I’ve gone deaf from the sound of your screaming.
I don’t hear very well anymore
But I guess you knew I wouldn’t need to—
I guess you knew.
Don’t bother painting me those pictures
I seldom turn around anymore.
I wouldn’t be able to see what you wrote—
I wouldn’t be able to see what you said—
I wouldn’t be able to see what you drew.
But I’m sure they’re very pretty pictures.
That’s why I’m trying to catch up.
But I’m not sure where you want me
And I’m not sure why you’re late.
But I’m sure you have the perfect plan
I’m sure you haven’t given up.
So I'm keeping myself sane
I’m keeping myself bored
And I remember thinking numb
When I couldn’t feel straight anymore.
Am I your parasite?
You say this is just a test
But you’re not showing up
This is your design
But you keep your distance.
I’m dead to you.
But I’m still breathing.
I won’t open your eyes
I can't even use my own.
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6. |
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Breathe in
Ash against tar
A mist against humid air
(Given a different name
We both know you’re up against everything you’re not
Give it a different name
We both know you’re not getting out of here)
I wanna breathe you in
I wanna feel your skin
But we’re not meant to suck each other dry.
The older sheds the younger skin
But the younger was just as able
You can’t pump blood to dry veins
You can’t send air through broken lungs
We (you and I) step inside
A frame of cinders
A cradle of dreams
Curdled and elastic
Amidst the blue wood and the black tiles
Lined with the rot of our own personal hells
The weight of everything (but you)
Held inside.
I watch these streets
As they fall through the cracks.
And the veins,
Yea the veins bring it all back.
This is not a dream.
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