1. |
Volunteer
08:08
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It's all a crossfade
All of my inches keep on shrinking
And if I were to leave you
I would go home
My mother always told me
I would get stuck in the second dimention
Now I can't reach out
I can't reach out
This transformation
It makes me feel like an animation
And that's where all my friends are
Leave me alone
If I'd try to stand up
And walk away form all that's sacred
Would my feet be stuck here?
Who would controll?
I disconnect from servers, but I remain outside the screen
Pull out the cables for me, this tech is driving me insane
Silence let me down
Gaps within me now
Movement finding hope
Nothing seems to cope
Have I brought this on myself?
I step closer, nothing helps
Contemplating life
Edges of a knife
Either side is wrong
Time I spent is gone
When desires cover needs
I keep stumbling in greed
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2. |
Cripple Pt. 2
06:30
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Just lay where you are
Let them step over you
Don't give in to common sense
You're no obstacle
Show them why they can't expect
You to clear their path
They were raised as dogs in cages
They don't know better
Save the energy you have
Do not listen to them whisper
Close your eyes, don't look into theirs
If you can't see them they don't excist
If you have fallen hold your ground
Cold as stone you trust my words
Lay down still if you can't let go
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3. |
Cripple Pt. 1
07:26
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I'm not asking you to leave me
I'm not asking you to stay
Put some suntan on your shadow
Maybe some day I'll repay
I have seen you falling over
You're still lying down, beside me
As we wait for the lates hour
You may cripple where you lay
Staying close to me is vital
Everything that goes away
Is taken care of by the others
Still I cripple where I lay
Try to face the sun
Nothing is undone
Look up towards the shame
You're the pieces of my game
I will keep you homicidal
As you lay, looking away
Not a though of who it bothers
You're still a cripple where you lay
Try to face the sun
Nothing is undone
Look up towards the shame
You're the pieces of my game
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4. |
Stains
04:08
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Restrain
Feeding pills to the insain
Underestimated everything
That wasn't made of steel and stains
Get a grip and pull it out
Realize what I am all about
Stuck between the isles
All we see is dust from miles and miles
With luck I'll have enough to fill you up
If the rim of you is low enough
I'll replace you with foam and stuff
Get a grip and pull it out
Realize what I am all about
Stuck between the isles
All we see is dust from miles and miles
Age is showing marks upon your face
It came to you at a faster pace
We have so much to blame on time and space
Get a grip and pull it out
Realize what I am all about
Stuck between the isles
All we see is dust from miles and miles
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