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Ever-expanding sea of idiocy in place of bodily intersection.
Increasing rejection of the world around you.
Can't you see that you don't know all the worlds’ information?
It’s a disgrace
Chorus:
Knowledge
Get it while you can
Intelligence
Knowing that you don't
If we have seen further, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants
Solo: Edwin Jacobellis
Arrogance is not the key to your immortality.
Look around you and you will see stored labor in all the things you call new and of your own creation.
It's an abomination
CHORUS:
Knowledge
Get it while you can
Intelligence
Knowing that you don't
If we have seen further, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants
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Angel
03:36
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We have killed,
We will kill,
If everything's spread open.
Pushing the wheel of silent stupidity.
Always blind to madness.
Commemorate the sane.
You all know what we lack,
And yet you mangle us.
Chorus:
Hope,
Angel.
They've scarred us forever,
There is no turning back.
Move forward we press on,
Hunting for aperture.
The prophets of suicide declaring our fate.
CHORUS:
Hope,
Angel.
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Blind
03:31
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Children walk without their eyes,
As freaks and despots spout their lies of a world that lies in front of your perception.
They can feel you are scared of everything they say and do.
Becoming a slave to a tribe of blind that claim to better sight than you.
Chorus:
Prospects and promises
Of things the mind can only hope for
See things unseen
Hear things unheard of
Own your mind
It will be the only thing you'll have when it's too late
Everything's alright
Until the day the darkness turns the only source of light
Step right up,
And be a part of something the likes of which you've never seen.
Yellow nonsense pours from confabulated tracheas.
See beyond the veil,
To reveal the nothing under,
Complete and total blunder.
Chaotic control in the hands of blind men.
CHORUS:
Prospects and promises
Of things the mind can only hope for
See things unseen
Hear things unheard of
Own your mind
It will be the only thing you'll have when it's too late
Everything's alright
Until the day the darkness turns the only source of light
Solo: Edwin Jacobellis
The root of racism:
Think that you are better than us because there is strength in numbers.
Walls built to protect also keep people inside.
Drawing lines in the sand, you are drawing an arrow to an inner point of sorrow.
Who needs a life with all of this torturous nonsense?
CHORUS:
Prospects and promises
Of things the mind can only hope for
See things unseen
Hear things unheard of
Own your mind
It will be the only thing you'll have when it's too late
Everything's alright
Until the day the darkness turns the only source of light
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Elaborate structures,
Happy places of exuberance and joy.
Building in what you think is solid, a house of cards.
Your concrete reality begins to crumble,
Your precious life and memories.
When fleeing becomes mentally insensible,
You start to kill yourself on your infallibilities.
Chorus:
What are you after?
Is this really what you want?
Notice but at what cost?
Blood running dry as you long for your fears.
The things which created the ocean of tears.
Slowly drowning but don't fade away,
With all of this anger you'll go on for days.
The seams pile up, infectious disease runs abound.
Melting every shred of sane passion; of passionate sanity.
All I feel is disgust
Emotionless anarchy
CHORUS:
What are you after?
Is this really what you want?
Notice but at what cost?
I close my eyes to remove myself from this abhorrent peace.
But when the lights go out only darkness remains.
Solo: Edwin Jacobellis
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