1. |
Outside Control
02:56
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Anything big, anything big
That’s what they’re searching for this time
Forecasting conditions for a future moment
While we know
The current state
Of the atmosphere outside
It’s outside control
They’re drawing all their lines
And we’re counting all the times
They’re making all the boundaries
While we’re still counting
And watching on our own
We’re still counting
On our own
Spinning in shade, hiding away
What were they supposed to find out
Projecting an incomplete understanding of
A changing
Evolving
Environment that is outside
It’s outside control
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2. |
Pity's Cup
03:24
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Took a sip from pity’s cup
It went down so smooth
They say laughter is the best medicine
Even though it never seems to make it any better
Keep up the good attitude
Drink in the weather
We know you have all their thoughts and prayers
Even though they never seem to make it any better
So take comfort in the fact
That there’s no perfect thing someone could say
Ignore the words don’t give up on me now
Lock eyes, acknowledge and put it away
Just keep doing what you’re doing
Cause no one knows what to do or say
Or what little difference it could possibly make
What a shame, it’s out of our hands
Cause I’m the lucky one
Who gets to see it everyday
What you’re going through
I take the rest as people feel sorry for you
Even though you don’t really see it that way
What you must be going through
What you must be going through
Babble words of comfort to you
What a shame, oh what a shame
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3. |
To The Surface
03:23
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Far beyond unlikely
That I’d be here now or that I’d even exist
Extended lines that guaranteed
I had the time to be immature
Add the fact by no means
Had an event this dire occur before
And now this
No rules for how to feel
It’s not a secret
So be at ease
No rules for how to feel
It’s a sickness
It’s a disease
Reconcile the improbable
Can’t be blessed because that doesn’t exist
Existential feeling of dread
Not unique, suppose that everyone does
To the surface, it floats up
A nightmare you can’t wake up from
And now this
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4. |
From The Depths
03:59
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In empty fields
Vibrations spring from our wake
An expected response
That calls an unnatural stirring
Does that make them less real?
As a witness to
Relentless advancement
The rhythmic humming
Is our only companion
What more could one need?
In essence helpless
And slaves to our instinct
Overtaken by our
Desire to tear down
And clear space to replace
Now the mindless plague of
Mortal man forced
Transmitted designs
To be mechanized
While sitting by
Laying here listening
Reflecting on the thought that
The automation has made us alone
The noises that echo
Float up and up
Amongst the gears of our carbon
They come from the depths
Cursing the flaws
Born of our violent past
Could we have broken out?
Question our resolve
And the time left to reset
Be not so hostile
To strangers lest they be
Cloaked benefactors
With elemental knowledge
To decode
The noises that echo
They come from the depths
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5. |
Fortune Teller
04:09
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Warming by the hearth
A crimson fading glow
It’s well past time
That you were supposed to go
It may be the last heat
That you feel for a while
The path that you must walk
It stretches on for miles
Rain soaked clothes and
Wind whipped hair
It was too quiet for too long
Not that you cared
Time to face the tempest
With no means to prepare
There’s no way around it
Your weakness is laid bare
When the cold seeps in
Have the wisdom to be content
Get comfortable with discomfort
And what it represents
No one knows the future
Beware those that say they can
There is no magic crystal ball
That shows the master plan
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