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I Know
02:21
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We always over complicate. There's endless patterns we create. I'm so tired picking through my head. What I wrote, what you thought, what I meant.
I have my seeds of doubt about existing and what life’s about. I’m doubtful of my ability to disprove these philosophies
Watch my story start to show all of the facts that I think I know.
What do I?
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Wash Into Grey
03:28
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I have my beliefs you have yours hallways overlap can’t find the right door. Overwhelming contradiction made me lose my way so much black and white, washes out into grey. Myriad diversity, a different sight everywhere. So many walks of life they all have to be aware. Can we all be right? Can beliefs coincide? If I choose the wrong faith am I punished when I die?
Spend so much time fighting the smallest details. How many thorns made up the crown, how many inches were the nails? Maybe everyone’s right and beliefs coincide, the bigger picture we missed was in plain sight the whole time.
So quick to conclusions, so convinced so sure can we believe anything we have heard. Born into desperation so many answers we seek, can’t stand the unknowns uncertainty leaves us weak. We turn to thoughts of comfort, a force that brought us here, long to know who pulls the strings quell the doubt and fear.
I’ve spent time in the distance between everything. I want to know the answers to everything.
Spend so much time fighting the smallest details. How many thorns made up the crown, how many inches were the nails? Maybe everyone’s right and beliefs coincide, the bigger picture we missed was in plain sight the whole time.
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Dead Skin
03:39
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What if it's white lights as you wash ashore? Reunion with those who left before. What if there's tranquility that we can’t be shown? Do I have to die to ever really know?
This has to be the start there's no way it all ends here. Our lives seem so meaningful and there's no need to fear what comes after death. So I’ll sleep soundly thinking this is the start, while I discern the point at which I depart.
What if the those who left are only gone from our minds, but their really living on in some other point in time.
What if a self observing system can't observe its own collapse? Can we truly comprehend death any more than our past? What if it just fades to black? What if when we’re gone it’s just dark? What if there's nothing? What if there’s nothing?
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Dust
02:23
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Maybe there's no lights to run to and all you've learned fades away. Maybe deaths a dreamless sleep and if so, is it alright to be afraid?
Cause the thought of being nothing scares me so damn much. The idea of an afterlife is my only crutch. Is fear irrational because we won't be aware of the void that swallows us all without a care? There are those who claim death won't leave a mark and some whose last words were “all I see is dark”.
How are we content when emptiness awaits? We prepare but no one escapes.
After I’m gone what will I be? Picture on a mantle some ash at sea? What will I leave behind? Who will know my name? And how many lives will I have changed?
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Isn't it Evident?
04:36
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I'm a ghost in my own skin. It all ends, I am indifferent.
What's the point in searching for answers when they're all waiting in our graves. Tear through scriptures, cut your fingers, try to find infinity.
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Cole
04:40
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No matter how much we drink, always feel thirst again. Striving for perfection fixed on now never then. Really makes you wonder have we been cursed or blessed? Dissatisfied with efforts or bored with our success. Plummet into winter after tripping over fall. Seasons leave faster, lose track of it all.
I can’t find my way through times deafening haze. I can’t find my voice through time's blinding noise. Do you ever get the feeling that effort's irrelevant? Question accomplishments and what they really meant.
It always comes back to time, no there's never enough. Every year that goes by leaves a new coat of rust.
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I made you up as a God. So we could see forever, or so I thought.
I’m indecisive about how I feel. Am I important? It’s hard to tell.
coping with mortality. I used you, finite life.
I’m indecisive about how I feel. Am I important? It’s hard to tell.
Your body pressed against me made me whole. I raised you up too high lost control.
I lost control. I lost you.
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Make You Dissolve
04:12
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So many people swirl around you all the time, their own experience running through their minds. Connect the dots between acquaintances and friends, expand out and you will weave a web.
All our lives mingle and intertwine, until I don’t know which is yours and which is mine.
This rhythmic cadence goes on without a trace until one life ends and another takes its place. Eye contact with a stranger for a moment, what could have been screams for atonement.
All our lives mingle and intertwine, until I don’t know which is yours and which is mine.
Listen closely and you'll hear a steady beat of every life ebb, flow and repeat.
Sometimes I fear what I'll find.
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Shell
06:00
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It’s so clear life is beautiful and tragic. Are outcomes affected by actions? I'm so lost I dig deep to never find if realities only in my mind. Ashes to ashes, keep falling down cause everything has burned to the ground. I finally feel the weight of life and the force that lead me to this line.
Is this life what it seems or am I just a shell of a man damned to dwell on this?
The lines between reality and fiction are blurred, we debate endlessly but no words are heard. My head and my heart are at a constant disconnect, because science and emotion are never quite content. The laws of reality are never set in stone, when idea becomes fact we lose grip on what we know.
Is this life what it seems or am I just a shell of a man damned to dwell on this?
Do these situations need my mind cause sometimes I fear what I'll find?
Do I control my own fate or will everything fall into place?
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Eighty Twenty
03:36
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I’ll be damned, to let this fade. Vividity blurs, every passing day.
All my time, passes by. Precious moments, slip my mind. Life feels empty, I'll forget. Smoke you exhaled, smoke you kept.
How have my memories shaped who I am when the tides of sleep pull them like grains of sand? Try as I may to find something firm to hold to, each thought elusive as the head that they breeze through.
Face once vivid, left my head. Recall discussions, not what was said. All these moments, try to grasp but in the process, lose the last, lose the last.
Some smoke never leaves, hold it in, I choke.
How have my memories shaped who I am when the tides of sleep pull them like grains of sand? Try as I may to find something firm to hold to, each thought elusive as the head that they breeze through.
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Color Blind
03:29
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What are we, What is this? Find me. Who am I, Who made me? Lose me.
Tell me there's more to color then the names that we've applied. We can't put to words the things that make up you and I. Words so primitive they never can describe past the very basics no matter how hard you try.
I can't fall back onto logic onto fact. I can't make sense of experiences.
Tell me there's more to color then the names that we've applied. We can't put to words the things that make up you and I. Words so primitive they never can describe past the very basics no matter how hard you try. Tell me.
I can’t fall back, I can’t make sense.
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Nothing
04:09
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It’s over, I've given up my goal. This searching took it’s toll and any light I've shed was only seen to forget. Faith made me question truth as death moves towards me and you. It scares me how times passed. I think about relations and how they last and mere words can't describe life's web and how thick the knots are tied. I’m destined to leave my shell and crawl to a life where I know nothing at all.
All of my searching left me worn. No wiser than when I was born. All of my searching I’ve let go. Life’s answers yet to show.
Sorry not been myself lately these thoughts have left me empty. Hold on to what makes me whole let go of the nothing I know.
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