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Missd
03:35
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I first saw your face
on a billboard that read
“I’m coming to town
and I’d like you to join me.”
I’d never been saved,
so I made the decision
to visit the stage
you’d put up downtown.
I thought I’d be early
but the crowd had already
surrounded the gate
the night before.
There was some feedback
testing the P.A.
but the music erupted
in time to begin.
And you know what you have done...
Words of a prophet.
A message that’s not meant to be from you.
You praise their truth
and claim there’s proof,
but only for profit.
And so, to you “prophet”...
Yes I know what you have done!
“Thank you for coming”
came over the PA
from the mouth of the DJ
that introduced you.
Everyone there was
having a good time
awaiting the headline
they thought was the truth.
You came out slinging
your magical punchlines
that only made sense
to those who approve.
From where I was standing
your smile condescended
and your words told me nothing
‘bout nothing at all.
I
close my eyes.
As I
try to breathe
I feel
your lies
suffocate me.
I showed up to see you
and hear what you’d say
and stayed at the end
‘cause I wanted to meet you.
If anyone here today
was a believer
the words they received
they’ll hold in their heart.
But what were you saying?
I couldn’t quite make out
the gist of your message
between the applause.
What I was hearing
is not worth repeating,
‘cause what you kept saying
was nothing at all.
And you know what you have done...
Words of a prophet.
A message that’s not meant to be from you.
You praise their truth
and claim there’s proof,
but only for profit.
And so to you “prophet”...
Yes I know what you have done
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fAll In
I hear what you say, but it’s not what you’re thinking.
Is it so hard to say what is true?
Secrets, lies, compromise and
disregard for human rights.
You claim that that’s the game you have to play
and it’s alright to start a fight
with someone else’s fathers.
Because we’re free(?)
they should be.
Thank you, may I have another?
Another one
for the youth that you took from me
another one
for the child that I’ve never seen
another one
for the life that’ll never be
another one
for you to hear me…
You think you’re what
(that you’re what)
that you’re better than me?
You think what!!!!????!!!
Tell us again now, this time without blinking,
how you have always spoken the truth.
Secret trials? Black Op sites?
Helicopters in the night?
You say that that’s the price we must all pay!
All in? Then fall in.
Fall in… NOW!!!!!!!
Is it alright to start a fight
with someone else’s fathers
‘cause we’re so free
they need to be.
Thank you sir, may I have another?
You think you’re what
(that you’re what)
that you’re better than me?
You think you’re what?
But you’re not… and I won’t fall in.
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A well made machine of psychic dreams
but, what is real and what’s make believe?
A flesh that feels…unsynthesized.
What would it see looking through your eyes?
Ghost of the god from the machine
who turned us on and made us bleed?
Dystopian savior who runs the blade
to retire us all that can’t be saved?
Do I belong here? Is my ego designed?
Do I belong here?
Ghost of a God that can’t be seen
feeds us hope, in unicorn dreams
that tell us all how the ego’s divine
in each paper man that’s left behind.
Crossword logic and number lines
define our place in space and time.
To what purpose are we flawed by design
with the weight of the end filling up our minds?
I never belonged here…is the ego divine?
I never belonged here!
What can we know
about the Ego?
Is it designed
or is it divine?
There’s nothing so real as the end of illusion.
Nothing so real as the end of “Me”.
Although I’m embracing the end of confusion
there’s, sadly, no end to eternity.
What I am feeling inside
is an evil that’s easy to hide.
What am I, really, inside?
The ego, or Ego Divine?
The evil is easy to find.
It’s in the Ego Divine.
I never belonged here! Is my ego divine?
I never belonged here?
Tears in the rain you cannot see
are proof that there’s a soul in me.
So many moments, lost in time.
Wake up, now, it’s…time…to…die.
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Holding Patterns
My prison can’t be seen
‘cause it’s a part of me.
No doors hold the key
to being a better me.
Patterns hold me.
This puzzle’s incomplete,
missing a center piece.
I try to deal with this
by steeling my mind
in a holding pattern.
You see, I’m consumed by these moments of stress
helplessly needing to do things again.
Over and over and over and over.
Over and over and over and over again...
A pattern holds me.
It’s not like want or need,
more like I’m on repeat
and I can’t do anything
until I get this done.
I saw you early yesterday
and you said that I looked great.
It’s not as easy as it seems
being what I’m supposed to be.
You’re not close enough to see
what your words have done to me.
I give in.
I can’t win.
not again,
I give in...
I can hardly breathe
if I don’t count to three.
If I miss a beat,
I have to start again.
Patterns hold me.
This prison can’t be seen
‘cause it’s a part of me.
A puzzle, incomplete,
trying for some peace
in patterns. Hold me.
You see, I’m confused by these moments of stress
hopelessly needing to do things again.
Over and over and over and over.
Over and over and over and over again.
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Devil's Torch
03:53
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Pleasure to Burn Asheville, North Carolina
Korey Geerdes/
Guitar, Bass
Adam Fields/
Vocals
Kevin Cassels/
Drums
Jhon Bellizia/
live Bass
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