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Devil At Play
06:02
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No wonder I'm stuck Rolodexing hoes
Here in this world where affection's found in ones and zeros.
Kudos if you can screw over another lover.
Morality is just a fixation to muck up the world.
And I've tried to keep at bay
Ev'ry time my minds a devil at play.
Selfish thoughts creep in and what do you know;
It's curtains down and that's the end of the show.
Emotion is where paranoia's found.
I savor each love like a thorn in the crown.
My head feels stuck in a microwave,
But I'm finding that I'm not the one to save.
My mind is reeling from these Mayan prophecies.
Something about all the earthly harmonic frequencies.
Get up and get yourself some ammo and stock your bunkers.
Billy O'Reily says this new guy's gonna muck up the world.
Knowledge is where paranoia's found.
I savor each thought like a thorn in the crown.
My head feels stuck in a microwave,
But I'm finding that I'm not the one to save.
And I don't need medication to quell these instigations.
I found my hesitation down the barrel of a loaded gun.
Rising up to meet this devil,
My mind's the culprit and the savior.
Living is where paranoia's found.
I savor each day like a thorn in the crown.
My head still stuck in this microwave,
But I'm finding some life that is left to save.
"It's all right, it's all right," I tell myself over again
"It's all right, it's all right," I say 'cause this is not the end.
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The Flow
04:44
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Vision blurred of our fate unturned.
With these cold feet marching,
This damage holds its bearing
Air run low.
All thought and space a'throw.
Condemned all rapture,
A faithless daughter
Believes in clover
Saying, "Is this over?"
She's drifting down in a current swept up from these old and tired memories.
No word or sound she just takes the flow and goes.
She floats away.
Broken mold, living life unclothed.
With a child left wandering,
This shame still holds its bearing
Air run low.
These old lungs lost in the flow.
A drowning wonder,
A faithless daughter
Believed in clover
Can this really be over?
She's drifting down in a current swept up from these old and tired memories.
No word or sound she just takes the flow and goes.
She floats away.
Mama, tell her "It's alright. Don't rain down your destiny for the ocean".
Vision clears as a hand breaks the surface, sincere.
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Optimize/Satisfy
03:24
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The newest find;
Never good at controlling the line
Sewn into the ground.
A state of mind;
Strike a match in lieu of time and
Burn a city down.
The semblance of a Cheshire smile;
The glimmer of those hungry eyes;
A kung fu grip on what I claim to be mine;
A slave to burning another dime.
Please excuse this ire.
Should've known the risks to play with fire.
All addictions laid out on the floor
Still they hold me like they've never before.
Optimize and satisfy
All shades and size.
The lowest price,
We break and buy
In record time.
All born with eyes
For trendy finds.
Please excuse this ire
Should've known the risks to play with fire
All addictions laid out on the floor
still they hold me like they've never before.
The semblance of a Cheshire smile;
The glimmer of those hungry eyes;
A kung fu grip on what I claim to be mine;
The same old trap time after time.
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Many Worlds
05:51
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Many worlds see two lovers caught up in a dream;
Many years left for living the American dream.
Many people see two lovers as the genuine thing.
Nobody could've predicted this tragic scene.
The jealous one with a needle lodged down in the groove,
So filled with rage for the lovers his conscience won't move.
A psychotropic religion bears nothing to lose,
Nothing to say, all his rage has something to prove.
A universe so expansive that nobody knows,
With many worlds never farther than our breath now flows.
We take for granted how these problems just amount to sand,
Ash to ash, dust to dust in the makers hand.
Like a river, life branches out.
From the fold of the river, we spill it out into the ocean.
Into our heaven
Where all our demons rely
On the mercy of love
To find their way.
Into our heaven
Where lonely people can find
All the mercy they need
To find their own way home.
Many worlds see two lovers in a chase for their lives
With every inch of passing highway, a heartbeat flies.
Bloodlust of the jealous one fills up his eyes,
The only way to quench his reason is to pay with their lives.
Like a river their blood spills out, and they die like a whisper.
How can we pose that
This world is parallel
To many others?
I'd like to think that
Might be the case for our
Two blessed departed lovers.
Into our heaven
Where all our demons rely
On the mercy of love
To find their way.
Into our heaven
Where lonely people can find
All the mercy they need
To find their way, to find their way on home.
Many worlds see two lovers still living the dream,
Holding hands in the twilight, but never seen.
Many worlds of the living but one for the eyes.
Many others left to reaching, where the spirit resides.
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Becoming
06:33
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On this cold night I reach out to hold the spaces of an ordinary life,
And I breathe in deep the complexities that color my motivation,
'cause I grow so tired of these god damn feelings of restraint,
These moments of refrain, from what I dream is the day
When I venture away.
Here I find myself, unable to describe the thing that holds me in this night,
Like a skin, it peels just enough to show me places like scenes of a movie.
Still, I grow so tired of these god damn obstacles,
Preventing my chance, my moment of advance,
When I finally reach the day
When I transcend the way.
No more cold and no more pain
As I venture away.
When I finally reach the day
When I transcend the way.
No more cold and no more pain
When I venture away.
Becoming into light.
Set on fire,
Every thought equals desire.
Please break the skin, release its might within.
Emerge and step into the light.
Becoming into light.
Into light.
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6. |
It's Full of Telescreens
06:54
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Advertise me -
You're finding holes in my wall, up the stairs,
down the hall, and beneath the space of my door.
Prophetizing -
A picture perfect unknown, redefine and condone,
Dress it up and pass it around
Only time can be so cruel;
Only time can be so true.
Waiting for someone to know or something to show you the way.
How long?
I'm searching high and low to be bought and sold
By the hands to cure it all.
This trade off, no payoff.
I duped myself into another mindless stutter until I'm
Hypnotized by the demise of this empathizing mass with no reason.
Waiting till we die for one to align all this pain unbinding;
The proof that we're human.
Dreams made alone in this severed old world,
They can't help you now.
Dreams made and sold in this severed old world,
They can hold you down.
Dreams made alone, when in Rome
We'll make it all then show you home.
Desire's now community
Abandon self and make it be.
I cannot assume that what we are is why we're doomed.
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Assassinate the Sunrise
06:38
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Standing inside the prologue to what became a lost blue sky,
Painting the clouds, waiting, anticipation loves its company.
To be stuck here waiting...
Reminded of the feeling, transgressions color this anew.
Sunset asphyxiation, darkness entwines this lonliness and holds it, Deep within.
As this day keeps waning...
Please take my hand until the morning.
Look as the twilights paint the wall.
Into the night, realize
We'll assassinate the sunrise,
Remember this was what we had to...
Emblazoned signs unreeling, realize this wasn’t destiny’s uncanny atrophy.
The sun’s standing at its gallows, and I know it’s just like it is.
Will tomorrow serve me better than you could ever have hoped to?
Please take my hand until the morning.
Look as the twilights paint the wall.
Into the night, realize
We'll assassinate the sunrise.
Remember this was what we had to own
Standing inside the prologue to what became a lost blue sky
Painting the clouds, waiting, anticipation loves its company.
Do we still keep on waiting?
The day just keeps on waning.
Why won’t you now come save me?
And to think that this was what we had to own...
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Shades Des Moines
We are a 5-piece band from Des Moines, IA. Our music is alt-rock'ish with some heavy progressive and electronic influences impacting our creativity. All in all, we just want you to hear and enjoy our music.
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