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LIVELOCK
04:08
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Enter the dark below
Beneath
Six feet
In repeat
Absorbed absolved by the grief
And the violence
Gripped by the silence
Of shattered energies
Of my enemies
Iāll bury these six deep
Donāt fucking look at me.
Trapped in the cycles
Of endless revivals
Twisted survival
Fuck your demands
And all your means
Iām catching a quick sleep
Theres a place I can hide for a while
In the back of my dreams
In creviced ravines
Of realityās seams,
I donāt need to be seen.
Drenched in your company
I donāt want to be
The centre of the scene
Get me out
Get me out
Get me out
When I wanna to leave
Iāll exit with no trace
Like a ghost in a dream of a live stream
Of consciousness that I canāt see
Bleeding out
Bleeding out
Bleeding out
Another fantasy
I donāt need to be seen.
I donāt wanna be seen
(I donāt wanna be seen)
I donāt wanna be heard
(I donāt wanna be heard)
Let me hit 5th first
Gliding so elegantly
Down the spiral stairs
To the gates of purgatory
Itās more my scene
Locked out of my dreams
Climbing through the window to nowhere
Watching intently.
Watching intently,
Dissolving so gently.
I guess all along it was just me,
Slowly sliding down the glass frame anatomy,
Just push it back into the mainframe,
The cycle loops, feedback until the mind breaks.
I have spent far too long
Chasing my own tail
Round and round I go
Cycles of circles
That Iāve chased
Itās endless
Yeah
I spiral back to the end.
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FRAMES PER SECOND
02:57
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Theres someone else in this house
Itās not a home
I see you peering through the window frame of mind
Smooth runtime
Frames per second 69
Pains me to say
Iāve seen it both ways
And I canāt unwind
Untangle these cords
Wrapped around you
Once again
Moving slow through the highs and lows
I feel you moving slow
Like a virus in my system
You keep me from my mind.
I see you in a magazine
Firing slowly into me
I let it bleed.
Falling through the screen,
Leaves me behind,
Fill my appetite.
Manipulate the code,
Hacked into my soul.
Like a virus in my system
You keep me from my mind.
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3. |
SLIP
04:15
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Hands tied
In a backroom
Back on a splintered cross
To reject the fumes of
Hypnogogic shocks
That relieves the stress I exhume
Sycophant revived
In time to be alive
I let my guard down
I've been down
I've been around
This place place before
I slip through the cracks
Let my time relapse
Like wolves to the slaughter
Yes I let them all lament
With vain intent of weak attempts
As the trail goes cold
Lifeless soul
Far beyond from my mortal coil
Slip between the cracks
I feel all time relapse
Give me more
Give me more
Then just run it back
Escape this mortal coil onto the other side
Dig me deep into this soil
Where I can reside
Hands tied
In a backroom on a splintered cross
Let the sweat drip from my pores
I feel the pressure of yours
Open the doors to perception
Of resurrection with haste
Don't waste
Just chase
Staring it in the face I cant
Give up
Give up
Lifeless
Give up
Give up
To the tyrants
Feel it as it slips into this mind sore
I don't know who I am anymore
Slip between the cracks
I feel all time relapse
Give me more
Give me more
Then just run it back
Escape this mortal coil onto the other side
Dig me deep into this soil
Where I can reside
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