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Conqueror
04:38
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Taking over; take, take…
First Horseman, sing me your indignity
Like a disease I can feel pumping into me,
For I'm thinking to answer hurt with hurt.
I'm crying, "Raze it! Raze it back to the dirt."
Let you drop all of this down on top of me.
You're taking over, you take, you're taking over me.
Slice; slit out these feeble parts of me.
Slip; fall deep down into apathy.
Carve into what you long to be.
Cut out empathy; a bleak philosophy.
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2. |
Cut Philosophy
06:26
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Liar; You're changing your story.
You're forcing the square peg in the circle's hole.
Your narrative's apocryphal.
Who do you think you are?
Aspire to your prophetic visions.
Your testimony stinks of perjury.
Fuel your false reality.
Twist the truth to fit your perspective.
Admit it. You know that it's funny.
Tie the noose a little tighter then.
You're arrogant, not innocent.
You'll never be venerated.
You can cut at the truth, but who are you fooling?
The hole in you is tearing itself wider.
Run all you want. The horsemen'll find you.
Boy, you're in for a reckoning,
a trial, a rude awakening.
Oh, you'll crumble and you deserve it.
Fire's nipping at your heels again.
Oh, baby, bet you're gonna burn.
You're self-obsessed and never learn
But I'm your buddy.
No, I'm not angry at all.
You can cut at the truth, but you aren't going anywhere.
Your hands are bruised and your soul's collapsing inward.
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3. |
Crawling for Paradise
04:10
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A starlight took you away
While I begged you to stay.
I pounded at your door like a fool.
Don't know what I expected from you.
I've been crawling for Paradise
Since the first time I died.
Oh, the Garden is sordid now.
I feel that Eve has been reaching out.
Anima Sola cries…
Anima Sola cries…
A rush helped wash you away;
A healing had I allowed near.
Oh, that mercy's content to swirl and sway
And dance away without me.
I've been clawing for Paradise
But it doesn't seem right.
Oh, the Garden is sordid now.
I feel Adam is plagued with doubt.
Anima Sola cries…
Anima Sola cries…
I've been crawling for Paradise
Since the first time I died.
Oh, the Garden is sordid now.
I fear God's love is running out.
Anima Sola cries…
Anima Sola cries…
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Underneath's an abysmal outlook
Coupled with a why directed at the divine.
Boy, you could use the feel of a woman;
A vessel you could dump your words onto.
I think I've climbed up a bit farther.
Two terraces beneath, I'm well on my way.
After today I think I'll forget you,
But I guess that was for nothing now that
Colton's dead.
It's silly little game we're playing.
You scramble desperately to pick up your pods;
Building up your bridges with words and wealth.
Wouldn't it be nice to be someone else?
I think my life's a year past beginning.
Three terraces beneath, I'm grappling now.
There's such a rabble screaming on under me,
But I guess the whole world's in mourning now that
Colton's dead.
You're more like me than you'd like to be.
Four terraces beneath, I'm caught looking back
To make sure you're still climbing under me.
Guess you'll never find yourself now that
Colton's dead.
Sucker for that quick reward.
It's better to be ignored than to be adored.
Sucker for that quick reward.
Stick your head deep down in the Cotton patch
Cos Colton's dead.
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A commendation's all I need;
A break from the warfare in my head.
But life's too scary outside these walls,
I think I'm better off in bed.
My life's like pennies in a jar;
It builds up like clutter in my car.
And all I want is a little more,
But I forget what I'm saving for.
A child's rhyme plays in my head
To warn of what is and what will be.
It begets when I get my wings
For I've peaked velocity.
My life's like pennies in a jar, (Pull yourself together.)
But the coin slot's more like a scar. (No, it's not so bad.)
That raven's perched upon my door. (No, it could be worse.)
And I forget what I'm searching for.
'Scuse me while I tend to how I feel.
These thoughts in my head just don't seem real.
And I keep finding myself right here,
All my dreams met with a sneer.
'Scuse me while I tend to how I feel.
I'd rather die behind the wheel.
Time was never on my side;
Don't wanna wait a whole lifetime...
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6. |
Cotyledon
02:35
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instrumental.
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Ghosts of Virtue Denton, Texas
Zachary Kusch is some 23 year old with recording equipment and a messiah complex that no one can honestly attest to liking and he's pathetically attempting to capitalize on his proclivity of writing music and deserves to die unloved and in ambiguity.
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