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Progress?
04:35
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Tragedy is hackneyed, but we can't stop writing it.
It's the same store found on every corner.
It's convenient, so there's no use fighting it.
Just pay up and be a patron of downfall.
He's stationary,
Trouble lurking just within reach.
Ignoring voices from the "old world,"
He's a victim of technology.
Wake up, new world, see what we've become.
Pull the blinds, and see the sun.
For convenience kills when convenience strikes,
And alertness makes its way too slowly to save everyone.
He'll cover tracks with Os and ones.
Consequence is an old notion.
These lines are clogged with omens.
Log into your new Sodom and Gomorra.
God, save us all.
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2. |
Vanish Before Sunset
03:19
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Nothing is changing.
It has finally occurred to me,
The skies darken the longer I stay here.
O, to get away from the stagnancy of every day
And feel the waves engulf and cleanse my soul.
Like a wounded bird, I'm willing but unequipped.
Fly me on wings of eagles.
Take me out of here.
I'd have fled this long ago.
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3. |
Calm Before the Storm
03:54
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Everything around me seems to have ceased in all its action,
And the loudest of the loud are mute.
Their mouths still move, but I can't hear.
A still and eerie silence gives way to the changing winds
That turn my focus solely inward.
The swirl of gray clouds tightens in my head.
And it's been years since I've felt so calm.
New ideas and mindsets become strong,
Twisting together, preparing to touch down,
O, precious funnel cloud.
Take root and destroy what is not needed.
Leave only the new and useful,
That I might have more abundant life.
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4. |
Closer to Extinction
04:55
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Sometimes I feel like I'm the lone remaining kernel
In a bag where all the others have been popped.
Sometimes I feel like I'm supporting heartless criminals
And vying for their charges to be dropped.
But I'm one of them.
You can only spiral downward for so long
Before you're stuck beneath the soil and plants.
Then you'll gasp unsuccessfully for breath enough
To request a second chance.
And it feels like we're all in freefall,
But some are unaware of it.
It's clear to those of us who recall
The innocence of better days.
It's all decaying. Praises traded for coarse words.
Prudence bartered for the quickest thrill.
You're sliding down the cliffs we gladly scaled till now
Toward the bottom of this hill.
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5. |
Epiphany in A Major
03:36
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Oh, send beauty to steal these eyes away.
Your majesty through cracks above shoots 'cross the sky in rays.
Your painter's palette drowned in shades of gray,
You beg me not to look the other way.
If I could just escape the world's race,
I'd stand and stare forever at Your face.
Take worry and put splendor in its place.
Sometimes I wanna get away,
Sit on a private hill and gaze at the day.
Spring-colored countryside 'neath clouds of gray,
This beautiful retreat He's made.
Sometimes I wanna get away,
Drive through the streets of town and gaze at the day.
I'd like to see this city bathed in rain.
Wash clean this tattered soul again.
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Fata Morgana
04:31
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No man is a mountain, but no one seems to know.
And through the Strait of Messina, whole cities seem to grow.
Hot air can change a lot of things when used a certain way.
Composure covers everything, even on the worst day.
It cannot be said that we are self-made,
'Cause I stay waist-deep in this mud although I dig.
We all blame our actions on our faulty genes.
Psychology would make us slaves to nature, though we're free.
Why do I keep feigning independence,
When I know good life is not something I can build?
I could try to paint my own existence,
But I'd just be left with all the paint I spilled.
Lord, take this pride.
Invoke new life.
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7. |
Years in the Making
03:27
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Why am I picking at an open sore,
Blissfully oblivious as it's infected more?
This homemade ointment just won't do; no, not anymore.
Still I hear You calling out, "I know the cure!"
Break me before I break myself, I'm begging.
I can't trust these eyes.
I denounced this years ago, I know,
But I'm still quitting.
You say, "Step outside and look up.
How could your problems be greater than Me?
Here is the cure for your ailment
And the vaccine against all disease."
I stand and Your beauty surrounds me.
I watch the trees that are shedding their leaves.
And I am one of them also,
Shaking my branches, I'm rid of these things.
Break me before I break myself, I'm begging.
I can't trust these eyes.
I denounced this years ago, I know.
It's finally leaving.
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Running on Empty
03:27
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Wait for it. It's on its way.
Inspiration is fleeting.
I've gone in every direction,
Penned words at every intersection.
This road is leading me nowhere.
There's no civilization in sight.
I'll fight this forever.
How have I done this in the past
Without a map to look at?
Seems that I've run out of fuel.
It's taken all I had to get me here.
Just be still. It's all inside,
And wandering is useless.
I needn't ask for directions,
Because it comes from introspection.
Just a spark of inspiration
To save me from my lack of energy.
I'll fight this forever.
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