1. |
Tardigrade
04:36
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Twelve days have passed
Each circuit in time
And I am under
Under
I am under
Range, evolving through brightness
Broad range, destruction's over pricing
My race of sevens, divine
These waveforms, sublime
"You're mine, we're broken
Incondite, the right time is over
My matter, it matters
Degrading reaction, I'm hopeless
Transcending the standard
We were then a memory, a dreamwreck
The final decision came after
Your haptic incision"
"My race of sevens
These waveforms, a new taste or context
Was no more than silence
Was no more than mistaken violence
Now twelve days are over
Ambiguous meaning you're older"
"And tardigrade
I'm under range
Broad range"
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2. |
Eagre
02:50
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Come on closer, choke my dreams
Take a look at what it seems
To be the guardian of our sights,
Emotional delights!
Everyone's lacking of
Motional acting, off
With this spinal deranging
Of my mind, resign!
As the eagre of this soul
Became rapidly my goal
Those dreams of rage stood by my side
Ferocious tide!
Everyone's lacking of
Motional acting, off
With this spinal deranging
Of my mind, resign!
Everyone's lacking of
Motional acting, off
With this spinal deranging
Of my mind, resign!
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3. |
Clover
03:37
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We saw the bright horizon
But then the seasons came
It's for fools to understand the changes yet to come
That's why I kept you, then
I picked a thousand clovers from the grove
Everything was right at the time
Took a single dead clover from your hand
Screaming go, go away, go away
We walked in obvious ways
And the distance that seemed to haunt me
It was getting closer, closer
It doesn't matter, it doesn't
'Cause every little step makes me think about every little inch
And now it's all gone, all gone, all gone
That's why I kept you, then
I picked a thousand clovers from the grove
Everything was right at the time
Took a single dead clover from your hand
Screaming go, go away, go away
I picked a thousand clovers from the grove
Everything was right at the time
Took a single dead clover from your hand
Screaming go, go away, go away
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4. |
Golden
04:08
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No way, I'll ever be alone again
No way, I'll ever need to call for love
A brief moment, and a silent movement
Close to me,
Her golden heart,
Her golden arms
Around my chest
Around my chest
Hand in hand
Never be alone again
Hard to let go, a brief moment
Hard to let go, a silent movement
Hard to let go
Close to me
Stay close to me
Close to me
No way, I'll ever be alone again
No way, I'll ever need to call for love
A brief moment, and a silent movement
Close to me,
Her golden heart,
Her golden arms
Around my chest
Around my chest
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5. |
Harvest
05:22
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Made to measure, trimmed with fur
My overcoat was looking good
Paid no attention to details
Was not first-rated, yet sustained.
Sometimes driven, overlooked
The rotten way of myself crept
Knocking down, drawing back
One's agravating sense of taste.
Disrupted charts
Ending parts
You are there to harvest.
Hewing on thin grass, overfed
You looked right up, I was there
Went debasing to the back
Hoping not to braize the seas.
Oh, silly fortune, no-one knew
That a forefinger could be seen
Now hold my hand and look away
We are the ones who grew this rate.
Disrupted charts
Ending parts
You are there to harvest.
Across the fire
Sacred wire
You are there to harvest.
Disrupted charts
Ending parts
You are there to harvest.
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6. |
Rovers
03:47
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Roving through the sound of thunders
The coruscation crossing by
Gigantic sea of dark whales
On this road the quintessence
Could be just like an overpass
Regarding ourselves backwards
To the beat of the crankshaft
Motion angled, we reset
The ullage made the grey night
Corrupt, yet infrangible
Could sunday dreamers be the drivers
The rovers, often roving through
The sound of thunders
The coruscation crossing by
Gigantic sea of dark whales
On this road the quintessence
Could be just like an overpass
Regarding ourselves backwards
To the beat of the crankshaft
Motion angled, we reset
The ullage made the grey night
Corrupt, yet infrangible
Could sunday dreamers be the drivers
The rovers, often roving
Roving through the sound of thunders
The coruscation crossing by
Gigantic sea of dark whales
On this road the quintessence
Could be just like an overpass
Regarding ourselves backwards
To the beat of the crankshaft
Motion angled, we reset
The ullage made the grey night
Corrupt, yet infrangible
Could sunday dreamers be the drivers
The rovers, often roving through
The sound of thunders
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7. |
Your Chest
04:54
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Stuck on a dead september race
Sleeping along the moaning tracks
And I was hoping you'd give up
You said "stick to what you know"
Talking slowly in fiery overtones
Thunderous grudge in a sentence boxed
Would you take my faith as honest?
Because nothing means everything now
I'll stick this knife through your chest.
Stuck on a dead september race
Sleeping along the moaning tracks
And I was hoping you'd give up
You said "stick to what you know"
Talking slowly in fiery overtones
Thunderous grudge in a sentence boxed
Would you take my faith as honest?
Because nothing means everything now
I'll stick this knife through your chest.
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