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blowing up
04:30
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in the middle distance
you will find my gaze
nothing comes between us we would entertain
it wasn't my decision
manufactured fate
with surgical precision it consumed my hate
i'm blowing up and never coming down
i'm burning up
never put me out
with this prolonged silence bound to be misread
except in constant violence
accepting constant violence
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2. |
cliche
04:10
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3. |
violent meditations
03:33
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in our sanctuary we never have to worry.
the love from his throne is understood.
welcoming hands pressed firm to everyone.
violent meditations were no longer sanctioned.
exploited beyond our wildest dreams.
manipulated television screens.
libel in the papers.
all the neighbors hate us.
establishing home is quite the task.
forcefully? no.
all we did was ask.
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4. |
preoccupied
03:28
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"where do we go?"
"are we already dead?"
i never found the time.
i thought we shouldn't mind.
you sat alone, garments of red.
what if you could be mine?
but you were preoccupied.
the things that you know,
were they placed in your head
by angels in the sky?
your aura i can't deny.
lighter we've grown
in these garments of red!
how do you find the time?
but i'll never change my mind.
calm and composed
or facing the edge,
always we intertwine.
the beauty of life's design.
now i'm exposed.
garments of red.
sometimes it takes two to find
wholeness is so divine.
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5. |
you belong
03:10
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we finally figured it out!
what we're going to be.
still floating around,
no longer aimlessly.
taken right from the clouds and birthed a dream.
physical and proud,
such an anomaly.
when he speaks your name,
you're not alone.
you'll never feel the same as knowing you belong.
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