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And begin from where you least expected to receive,
that which you truly needed although you,
hate everything you've become grow and learn to,
be more spiteful,
of all the rejection won stand up and
take the pain with pride,
it is all you, all there!
Can you not see how amazing we are? (I can't, I can't)
Can you not perceive the genius that we are? (I can't, I can't)
We have been chosen to be the achievers of greatness.
I cannot, I will not.
Believe us (Believe me)
When we say "We are worthy!"
And we will obtain our every goal as soon as we,
can you be our audience and,
watch us, watch me!
Right now!
Tonight and every night we shall attempt to find our purpose in life,
or let our minds warp and crumble to dust trying.
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Start with a melody.
A song, a tune, anything to grab attention.
And build it up stronger now.
Develop a sense of harmony.
Now make it sing!
What now? Break it down.
Analyze it to see why it is, what it is.
Extract the best parts.
Revamp the style and begin again.
Split, subtract. Rationalize the beat.
Now make it dance!
Build it! Build it up! Build it up and bring it out! Bring it out and make it...
And then build it back up different this time.
(More) More complex, more elaborate.
More everything. (Louder)
Stop! Stop and make it scream!
Build it! Build it up! Build it up and bring it out! Bring it out and make it...
Anything left? There has to be something.
There must be more. It can't end here!
This will not work.
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Value (Does It)?
05:13
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Worthless, it's so worthless.
My time seemed so long, where has it gone now?
Pointless, very pointless.
How did it all come to this?
Maybe I make the wrong impression sometimes I'm too strict for
my words get tangled up and don't come out right.
Its really hard to speak what's on my mind.
Worthless, it's so worthless.
My time seemed so long, where has it gone now?
It's not worth anything to you,
then what's the point of trying?
My mind is full of emptiness.
Emptiness of purpose.
Worthless, it's so worthless.
My time seemed so long, where has it gone now?
Failure is a bountiful gift for the weak while satisfactory,
is only a label for the close but not even there.
And the marginal leverage we strive for seems
so simple yet so out of reach. (Help)
Love me, find me, show me, hide me,
It's not my place to decide who helps me.
It's not worth anything to you,
then what's the point of trying?
My mind is full of emptiness.
Emptiness of purpose.
Love me, find me, show me, hide me,
Love me, find me, protect me from being lost.
Don't give up you were so close.
You gave me breath and direction to creation.
Perhaps I don't get the point of direction eludes me in my
travels to find my purpose in life
you can never hope to win if you never begin.
Don't see me for what I'm not but who I am (But I loved it)
Where do we go from here?
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Our Son Or Well Alien
06:29
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In the beginning there only was an ending
in mind for a future much better than this.
They want the fine life but write about the cruelty,
of man at its zenith can be so under handed.
So how will it happen the world needs an answer,
to keep them in check for the world keeps on turning
and we need to know when it's all going to stop.
Find all the answers for the ending is the question.
Humans are simple, you want what you can't have
and anything goes when there's something to be had.
It works right now it will work in the future and
its so exciting to be so revolting.
Now we try to predict what will happen
while commenting on culture in all its flaws.
Put yourself above it and make your final judgement now.
Profit from the prophets and we'll all watch as it crumbles.
I want to know how it will go.
Tell the story entertain me.
Written warnings are so frightening.
Guess at the question and redeem your indiscretion
to believe in hope,
for a future that is brighter than it seems to be.
Get ride of your weak and useless to preserve your superiority.
Control vision, burnt out knowledge, one more nightmare
it's all been said before, again,
war and famine are just child's play
the real horror will come much sneakier.
They have seen it, we have read it, most ignored it,
its not their fault is it ridiculous to believe in speculation?
It's all stories told as warnings
from science fiction to social flaw.
Read it carefully and learn from mistake try to avoid it.
Power corrupts weakness. Who will use it for solutions?
Fear is a driving force behind all the misery you feel.
Point the mirror on our terror.
And so we choose to tell a story
that has been told hundreds and hundreds of times.
But is it even worth talking about if its all been done before?
A little but morality play with a lot of hoaky science fiction.
Better writers have come and told their tale much more proficiently,
Why bother trying to tell a dystopiate tale that no one wants to hear?
Why not?
For the cause of entertainment let us follow the contrived plot
in a parallel world of immature stupidity!
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Let's get this right.
Dear brother the plan is simple. You were so wrong about our path.
I see the future it was your past
but we must forgive this if we are ever to move on.
We start work immediately.
Fond sibling you are not my family
but you are more a part of me
the dark cells of my mind I choose to ignore.
We exist in parallel motion.
We speak the same, we learn the same things.
Why don't you understand me? Why don't you understand yourself?
Why do we ask these questions?
Why are we so concerned with people
we don't even like or even respect?
To whom it concerns,
I don't want to play this game, I can't hide behind symbolism,
it's not who I was but not who I want to be if you have to...
I have to be everything I'm not right now and then I'll see
my purpose through the eyes of someone better than me
its so hard to find acceptance in those eyes.
I can't hide behind dense symbolism its not who I want to be anymore.
If you have something to say, say it blunt, say it proud,
I don't like you.
Please don't leave me I can't do this alone.
I'm not strong enough without my whole self.
I will help you.
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Suckle
09:04
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Be apart, be a part of it,
be a part of the movement its so much better this way.
Find a point, find it pointless to,
resist everything you have stood for in this very thought after next.
Dream of it, dream a dream's demise,
it will come to you so simply.
Just believe, just believe it,
just believe it was always like this it was never going to change.
Let it go, let it all go,
let it all spill out now its easier this way.
I can't find all the answers I needed.
I won't let my mind slip away (run, hide)
Be apart, take your part in it,
take your part in madness that makes sense.
Find a point, find appointment to,
see fate as it needs you.
Dream of it, dream it bigger and bigger,
with us controlling you.
Just believe. believe it can be better
than you could be on your own.
Let it go, let it all go,
let it all go numb relax.
Resist. You have to control yourself now.
I don't want my mind slipping away.
Be apart, be the crucial part,
be the focal point in this.
Find a point, find your starting point,
find the spot to dig over and over again.
Dream of it, dream a well,
dream a deep well full of creation.
Just believe how much more
you imagine, we will have it all.
Let it go, let it go,
let it go now you must release your inhibitions
to the source of our inspiration for us
you are a keystone in our greater plans for the world.
Everyone around me is so tired.
I can feel my mind slipping away.
(Run) I can't fight it. All mine now.
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The Slow Drip
09:05
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I am the child you found between the monster's teeth.
I am the raw emotion you tried so hard to suppress.
Disobedience was my undoing but I'd do it again.
(You can't live like this, you won't live like this.)
I am your passion pure and untamed by boundaries.
I am the faith you once had in something bigger than yourself.
I am silent now but I'll be free to shout as loud as I want.
(You can't be like this, you won't behave like this.)
Kill the crime you worship just to be the being that is just
A figment of your imagination walking towards the open gates that shut
with bliss behind the strength barely contained in human form. (it's gone)
You can't.
I am the quiet night that overwhelms and terrifies children.
I am temptation under your skin gripping your finger tips.
I want to help but only know how to take complete control.
(You can't act like this, you won't actually be serious.)
I am the sleep you lost because you needed to write this down.
(By the light! Write it down before it gets away.)
Pain is my disillusion mentality is my shame.
I stammered and staggered up to you so weak because
paranoia is my crutch for the incompetence that burdens
it presses down so hard,
my negligence ran away it could not take it anymore.
I need some space. I need some help!
You can't. You can't take. You can't take that. Away.
You can't take that away from me.
The way you hold your head. The way you can't do anything.
The way you hide your shame. The way you laughed at me.
No! No! You can't take that...
You were the fear I hoped would never come true.
You were the inspiration for every hesitation.
If we let you go now you'll only hurt yourself.
(You can't talk like this, you won't talk to us like this.)
We were the kings chosen to rule benevolently.
We could be the last remains of beautiful contradiction.
The only thing we fear anymore is everything we have created in you.
(You won't think of yourself like this.)
Don't make me do what I have to.
You can't take that away from me.
The way you cower in fear. The way you submit with ease.
The way you lost respect. The way you lied to me.
No! No! You can't take that away from me!
Escape the reality you made to overcompensate
weakness will always be reveals through the hairline
fractures in your flaw came so easily to me.
Now they flow with furry to erode everything you achieved for yourself.
(Nice try.)
They can't...
You can't take that away from me.
I must be free from myself like I was all alone. (Alone?)
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Addicted to the Ideal
05:40
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*Censored for spoilers. See score for details.*
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Beautiful Contradiction
05:12
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I know what I don't know.
Nothing.
I am not smart but I learn brilliance becomes acceptance.
I know.
Listen, learn, teach, educate.
There is so much I cannot know but I try to hold it so close.
There is so much difference between the educated and the learned.
The genius ignorant to those small voices.
The kind that speak so soft often go ignored.
The fool is never open to suggestion.
And every day I lose a little bit more to gain a little bit less.
I know what I don't know is never enough.
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Exceptance (Burnt-Out)
07:06
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My best is as good as self respect. All the choices made I do regret.
It's all stitched together so poorly. Why won't it end I can do no more.
I am so weak I realize that now. I can't think straight I want to go home.
My eye keeps on twitching it won't stop. I have no more ideas to make.
I'm on empty I just want to stop.
Except your acceptance. (I can't do that anymore.)
I've begun to repeat old mistakes. I'm not sure I understand myself.
The voices are screaming at me now. It's hard to listen to so much guilt.
Accept my exceptance (That's not a word. That's not even a real word.)
My own outcome is learned by mistake.
Don't be something that you never were.
It's the last time I'll make these choices. I just need to be alone for now.
But please don't leave me I just need you too...
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