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Introspective Drift
03:48
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Bright lights assemble in the center of the middle of the pattern that my mind is almost focused on right now.
I'm just a lonely atom formed within the stars before my time; I can't believe it took this long to find out.
I can
See me
As me
Separate
From you
As you
I'm dreaming that my eyes are fixated on an oscillating mirror; every side represents a different vision of myself.
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Suspicious hope strikes again
It crawls down my spine
It feels good but it also
Feels like I'm lying to myself
I'll put it on the shelf
Return to it daily
And I already can tell
That I'm
Falling into a trap
It seems so very comforting
So I just let it happen
It could be different this time
I'll never know if I don't try
I'll put it on the shelf
Return to it daily
And I already can tell
That I'm
Falling into a trap
That I've constructed
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Am I a man? (What makes a man?)
'cause I look like them? (Is it what they see?)
On movie screens (Invading every space)
Hero of the scene (Whether right or wrong)
Is there no hope?
No questions?
Confined to what they see
Hey! Hey!
Is there no way?
To escape this binary?
Am I a man? (What makes a man?)
'cause there's power? (Is it what they want?)
In every word (No questions)
In every action (Whether right or wrong)
Is there no hope?
No questions?
Confined to these cliches
Hey! Hey!
Is there no way?
To escape this binary?
Recognize me
Then define me
Recognize me
Then deny me
I think in images that are not my own
I appear
You appear
We all
Disappear
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Be What's Real
05:10
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Take the venom from my fangs
When I bite you feel no pain
Defenseless to your every move
And it seems that I need to improve
Be what's real
I know where you've been
You've been around and back again
Don't know exactly what is real
Just tell me exactly how you feel
Be what's real
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Incessant itch
Contrived in it's image
A warm welcome
Begotten in suggestion
Let's show them what they want (Nothing scratch can fix)
Let's show them what they need (Nothing... nothing)
Force-fed forms
From their dimly-lit fingers
Broadcasting signals
Directly to your skull
Consume
Purchase
Buy
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Critical User Error
03:39
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ERROR
Is that me on that screen?
Do you really think this is gonna help?
...fuck you.
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What is justice in this society?
It's a man in uniform arresting the innocent
What is justice in this society?
Does it even exist?
What is justice in this society?
It's a man in uniform killing the innocent
What is justice in this society?
Can it even exist?
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Home Grown
04:08
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Go home
Alone
Home grown
All alone
Lost...
Loss...
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A Fever Dream...
04:48
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She felt a fire like a furnace growing deep inside her. It consumed her every fiber. As soon as all the pain had left her, like a boulder she was spinning. The gravity of the room clawing at her feel.
Her head, her feet
She feels everything
Her head, her feet
She feels it all
Yet, stagnant she was. Immobilized in this moment. Stuck contemplating the machine as the cogs spin. She glanced over her shoulder at a broken mirror and began to count the fragments.
Her legs, her teeth.
She feels the void.
Her legs, her teeth.
She feels nothing.
Nothing made sense.
Nothing makes sense.
Nothing's all she sensed.
Nothing made sense.
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