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In Medias Res
04:59
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Love, crushing under art
I knew it from the start
One mistake I made
And somewhere in the deep grey skies
I threw ambition and said goodbye
Without a final hesitation
Swimming in a sea of monochrome noise
Televised with all my toys
I'm bouncing back, but for how long
Drowning in the media I made
In creation I have praised
Not a tear for what I lost
Drowning all alone in medias res
I'll always love you, it's okay
There there, I've got you now
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Bombs for Everyone
04:12
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Dreams aren't meant to break
After all, they're fake
Ambitions aren't weak
But my drive is meek
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
Wonderful to see
Even more to be
If that's how you feel
After all, it's real
Go to bed upset
Funny to regret
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
I hope you've noticed that the sun hasn't sung
The moon is brighter than the soul that I've hung
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Evil
04:59
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I'm evil, I'm evil
I'm evil, I'm evil
Hold me accountable to my sins
I'm evil, I'm evil
I'm evil, I'm evil
Hold me accountable to my sins
I'm evil, I'm evil
I'm evil, I'm evil
Hold me accountable to my sins
I stand before my parents' grave
I see the path that I have paved
I tried to fake what my father might think of me
and what I've done
I'm evil... I'm evil... hold me accountable to my sins
Hold me accountable to my sins
I'm evil
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Romance Opus, No. 5
04:18
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(instrumental)
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At Demons' Gate
04:04
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You're the one to pray, moping every day
Happiness is praise, loss is just malaise
If you want to scream, don't be mean to me
Helping is a team, making sense of dreams
Patterns of the damned, feeling like a sham
If you can relate, I might be your man
Losing grip on faith, cutting from a lathe
Devil on the tram, I think that's just great
At demons' gate, to ones you relay
That's not the same as what I can blame
At demons' gate, well ain't it a shame
And that's not the same as playing this game
Saying that's just fine, isn't such a crime
But keeping track of you, and doing it all the time
I hope it's just a phase, I don't know what to say
Happy is malaise, loss is now your praise
Robots was a test, and Gunsmoke was the best
and Chemistry was wrong, Another Ocean bombed
The Milkshake was a Schism, Dial-Up had criticism
And yet you will not listen, that sounds like egotism
At demons' gate, to ones you relay
That's not the same as what I can blame
At demons' gate, well ain't it a shame
And that's not the same as playing this game
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Inside the Brain
04:03
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Hoping that I will see you
A coping mechanism or two
Forgotten by a broken cell
Any remorse has gone to hell
A pretty face that wears a mask
Transistors made of meat and fat
I can't explain what shut it down
A smiling friend can't stop a frown
Back to normal
Inside the brain
I've lost all my dreams
Inside the brain
I've forgotten how to believe
What's that village in my head
Of neurons getting out of bed
I feel like thought is thoughtless here
A memory won't shed a tear
I won't tell you what you should think
I'm thinking that you'll want to drink
Please throw away the baby once
the bathwater just rots of lust
Inside the brain
I've lost all my dreams
Inside the brain
I've forgotten how to believe
I'm not normal
I'm not normal
Hoping that I will see you
A coping mechanism or two
Forgotten by a broken cell
Any remorse has gone to hell
A pretty face that wears a mask
Transistors made of meat and fat
I can't explain what shut it down
A smiling friend can't stop a frown
I'm not normal
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๐๐ญ. ๐ - "๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ"
(instrumental)
๐๐ญ. ๐๐ - "๐๐ก๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฒ๐"
(instrumental)
๐๐ญ. ๐๐๐ - "๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ"
(instrumental)
๐๐ญ. ๐๐ - "๐๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐๐ข๐ง๐"
Perception of the Human Mind will change constantly
A hopeless addict falters, as plastic surgeons waltz in
Memories of the past
Dreams I begged to last
Apples in our eyes
Bruises on our wives
Care and selfless breathing
It's just wishful thinking
What wonderful lies you're telling yourself
I wish I was that clever with all my failed endeavours
Holding your hand
Breaking your heart
My endless mistakes
Were wrong from the start
I cannot be forgiven
I cannot be forgiven
It seems as though I've lost my own trust
The days have come and gone, I've learned how to rust
A story I've told, to end where I'm dead
Permission to rot, I'll try to be quick
My endless mistakes were wrong from the start
I've only begun, the pain's still there
The heartache and love, the pain's still there
Repressed memories, please leave my head
And well, if you don't, I guess I'm dead
It seems as though I've lost my own trust
(It seems as though he's lost his own trust)
The days have come and gone, I've learned how to rust
(The days have come and gone, he's learned how to rust)
A story I've told, to end where I'm dead
(A story he's told, to end where he's dead)
Permission to rot, I'll try to be quick
(Permission to rot, he'll try to be quick)
My endless mistakes were wrong from the start
(He cannot be forgiven, he cannot be forgiven)
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Isaac Riley Texas
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