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Crooks
05:15
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You’re a crook.
I loathe your evil hook.
You leave me pleading shamefully for a sheltering shroud.
But now I’m dragging your demon out!
I’ve tried to talk you down.
But you won’t let me make a sound.
I open my mouth, but the words get drowned out, by my wicked self.
Now let me quash all the doubt.
By searing your demon lips.
You’ll be hearing from me, entirely, exactly how I mean to sound.
I’ve found the master key.
And they call it LSD.
Just try to hide when the doors swing wide, I’m gonna shake you down
I’m gonna tear you out my mouth.
Don’t care if you scream and shout.
I’ll banish the demons with reason, my treason.
My demons, i don’t need your help.
Through the rippling of the walls.
I see your distortion seep and crawl.
Through cracks in my floors.
I know I’ve been here before.
When I was a boy.
I remember the obscurity that bore.
From out of the depths.
Yes, I remember the day we met.
Please won’t you leave, I have no more.
I’m not but a shell of a man.
I’ve been eating my soul just to keep in control, I’m slipping won’t you let me stand?
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2. |
Glory
06:08
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The reason why I worry,
I was born of blood and Mercury.
My mother and my father couldn't fight the mighty pull of the planets far away, but there will
be a day...
I'll buy my peace of mind,
I'll hide out in the young lands,
Where heat doth come to light, to cool down in the night, I'll build an icy adobe in the trees just out of sight.
Glory glory will never be for me. I have no need to see my name in brightly coloured lights.
I'm rather just a being, transcending all the feelings that bring men to their knees at night.
Books will feed me honey,
The stars will be my money,
I'm richer than a Czar, shaking hands from a far, with my brothers and my sisters, where and whenever they are.
My children will be born,
Not by love or lore.
But by the slow decay of my body where it lay, when my consciousness does falter and I've lived my final day.
Glory, Glory will never be my story. I'll not be teasing any more, with childish dreams of fame.
Because it's only thinking, with not even a twinkling, of reality to dust upon the plane.
Glory, glory will never be my story, I’m losing faith in mankind, ever-less beauty there to find.
And why would I want to pander to the likes of the inlanders that gather in the cities to die.
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3. |
Out of Control
05:40
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I feed four stems down my throat,
and the colours jive like a kaleidoscope.
Sinking deep down into the earth,
I'm a child returned to his place of birth.
Chorus:
O I feel like I don't know
I'm tripping down in my soul, out of control.
High above the hype and the clouds I grow and I grow.
Grounded by reality's tether and all that i know.
Wisdom and wonder whispered into my bones.
By the wisemen who live in dimensions unknown.
O I see now how we glow
I'm tripping and feeling the flow, the wind as it blows me back to my home.
Interlude
Chorus
Outro
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4. |
The Scope
03:36
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The sludge is building outside the window,
i'm anxious and cloudy like kids high on candy.
Unfocused and fettered by dreams unrepenting.
Through spaces and places, my gaze is unending.
The static is starting to consume the scope.
I'm lacking a potion idyllically spoke.
Injections for padding the loose fabrications.
That rush past my eyes as imaginations.
Fortunately , it begins and it ends constantly.
Only a shred of what was stays to be.
And the fool is free
Pacing the halls with an air of uncaring.
Aimlessly wondering, endlessly staring.
Risking the loss of more whimzy and wonder.
And feeling the comfort of beauty in others.
Chorus x2
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