1. |
Crack 1
00:59
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2. |
Ghosthawke
03:15
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I’m looking forward
To letting go
I'm thinking about it again
One more time,
Let this be the end.
Poor choice of words again.
I think it's odd that a rope
Could set one free
Free, what a thought.
“A permanent solution
To a temporary problem
Ending it all will not solve them”
But what do they know?
Yet as time goes on
So too does this
Escalate in proportion
To my existence.
Semicolon; semicolon
Finish the sentence.
Semicolon.
Give me the period.
I am anchorless
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3. |
Pillars of Creation
03:27
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4. |
Seafront
04:47
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Hills in the shapes of snakes
Making waves, and ways to say
“Three points will guide your way!
Make a wish, make a wish today…”
Wear the green, fear the red
Raise your shield or else you’re dead
Care for the cap upon your head
Now put the king to rest
And put the queen to bed
Hills in the shapes of snakes
Making waves, and ways to say
“Three points will guide your way!
Make a wish, make a wish today…”
You are the Link, you are the one
To bring him down
I thought once you were just a dream
I found you were a memory
Dream on, dreamer
Fight to the end for me!
An end to the dream
An end to the dream
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5. |
Crack 2
00:22
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Xander:
What are we
If not living things
Different
The whole for a piece
Or the forest for the trees
Don't miss the presence
Fractured whole
A crack in the mold
Filled with gold
Kintsukuroi
Highlights the flaws of it all
Broken; beautiful
Find the faults
But how can you not
We are art
Splintered; sparkling
Shattered bits make mosaics
Unrefined reformed
Peregrine:
Perilous
With vigor and stillness
Immortal
In a way
As Earth always requests
Our presence
Kinetic
To greet the Earth
In a Second
We are in tow
We are seperated,
Liberated
Carried
By a pair of hands
Laboring
Reformed
Once more yet still new
Kintsukuroi
Iannihilator:
With body shattered
Yet heart intact
Adhesive gold
Will align the cracks.
A new beginning
Not fully understood
Will forever blind
The entrapping woods.
This living canvas
Once tossed aside
Reborn a masterpiece
Never again it hides.
Damaged is everything
Shining from within
For without the initial crack
How would the light get in?
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6. |
Playing for Osiris
02:23
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7. |
Crack 3
00:06
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“The last one made my knees weak
Now I can’t stop from reeling
Nor can I stop from thinking,
‘What’s this funny feeling?’”
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8. |
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THE DRUG
And I have become so high
Nothing else feels like this
If I could then I would
Every single day
Don't you try to bring me down
I'm never coming down
It's love, lust, and straight bliss
Oh my sweet ignorance!
Ha ha ha
VICE GRIP
Don't you know that high comes with a low?
You carry around that chip on your shoulder
Got a monkey on your back
& you're right on track for a relapse.
Who's got the cure for what ails you?
The vice grip tightens.
You say your life is lit but you're all burned out.
You're lying to yourself, what's that about?
You run your mental script,
"Believing" that bullshit you're spewing out.
Addiction went and claimed another loved one
The vice grip tightens.
The window to your soul is all blurry
Even though you told me not to worry
I’ve seen you wither into someone else.
Miss the person I knew I could trust
What happened to the life we long discussed?
All the hurt and pain won't just go away
With an Rx
Your once bright eyes now lifeless.
I know you'd rather pop a pill than feel
I know if life was cards you'd call one hell of a misdeal.
I know you'd want to change.
Go back to those good days hidden in the photographs.
I just wish you could see all of the anguish your actions are causing.
And it feels like you're lying your ass off when you say you'll detox. We all know addiction is a bitch to quit. The person we all loved has long since been gone. I can't recognize my old friend, because you're not them.
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9. |
I Think I'll Manage
03:03
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A drop of water on the back of my hand
I think I’ll manage
Staring through you, disbelieving
I think I’ll manage
A sigh held longer, I hope no one understands
When I tear this bandage from the sleeve, I believe you
My voice cracked twice already
Trying to explain this
I broke my hands already
Trying to tear open your skull and make you think
When did you become rattled?
Were you never taught to strike when the iron is hot?
Trust me, the sparks still burn after a thousand times
But tempered steel is made of stronger stuff
We’re the losers, I hope you know
I think we’ll manage
The dead march on, and we will too
I think we’ll manage
Boiled and perfumed, you left your stew to rot
You’d best remember I was always the goose
My voice cracked twice already
Trying to explain this
I broke my hands already
Trying to tear open your skull and make you think
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10. |
Appalachian Wine
02:56
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Boil me alive
I don't think I'll survive
My ocean was the sky
I'm not ready to die
Never a warm hand from you
You could have been a friend
All your power, where did it get you
Well, that's how it is I guess
I'm not crying
I just want to state the facts
I'm not complaining
You need to hear this before I collapse
There are a thousand things that I could say
But words would fail me anyway
You'd never listen to me
So I've got to run away
Never a warm hand from you
You could have been a friend
All your power, where did it get you
Well, that's how it is I guess.
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11. |
Crack 4
00:53
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Bathylite Fort Worth, Texas
Ambient, Prog-Stoner Metal, Psychedelic, Experimental.
Bathylite has been described as Ocean
Metal. The peaceful, calm of clear waters juxtapose the turbulent, violent crashing swells found in a perfect storm.
Based out of Haltom City, Texas, the musical wizards craft and produce their enchanted sounds.
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