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Two-Faced Star
03:58
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The graph shows the correlation between the rain and your own life.
The findings in the proof state this drought was born on the day of your nativity.
All we want is to survive harmoniously with all that surrounds when threatened by our own views.
Displayed is proof.
Will we find that you're the dust in the wind?
Everybody says to me that you'll bring the detritus of approaching times.
Copacetic; we'll assemble when breathing becomes unbearable.
All we want is to survive harmoniously with all that surrounds when threatened by our own views.
Displayed is proof.
Will we find that you're the dust in the wind?
Could we be making you a scapegoat?
What are the chances you took control of the weather and the sands of time?
Who's the one that does decide how it ends and when suns die?
...how it ends and when suns die?
...how it ends and when suns die?
...how it ends and when suns die?
...how it ends and when sons die?
All we want is to survive harmoniously with all that surrounds when threatened by our own views.
Displayed is proof.
Will we find that this world is now collapsing as fast as we're expanding?
All we want is to survive harmoniously with all that surrounds when threatened by our own views.
Displayed is proof.
Will we find that you're the dust in the wind?
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2. |
Rain Follows
03:50
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This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back.
Thousands of breaths, they make unclean getaways.
What was my fault's now yours, and they'll turn to desperate acts to stay.
Now, pay attention.
They'll turn their backs if it benefits them.
As sons of the soil, there was no stopping what followed the plow.
Now, have you come here to die or have you come here to settle?
I need compliance, a taste for violence when we divide.
This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back.
They'll turn their backs when it benefits.
As sons of the soil, there was no stopping what followed the plow.
Now, have you come here to die or have you come here to pray to a god who twisted your wrists in hopes the channel would break?
You think you're god?
No, you're not god.
You're just forsaken.
Unlike a garden in bloom, we will never return back to the source that follows us until it sees something it needs and takes it back.
This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
This striped bass spoils from its head downward;
down where the brook runs deep with water that's smooth like a silver tongue.
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3. |
Stranded
04:22
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In effigy, we'll burn hotter than the brightest suns.
Like them, distant was all that I could be.
How do we go back to a time where no one felt real loss?
How do I invert the sands?
How can I stop the passing of these grains sifting right through you?
I could make beaches from the souls that I had lost along the way.
I never meant to sever the links that made this liaison complete.
Where will they be when I come back?
Let me just say, I had never thought to leave you for dead.
I'm stranded by an island that I swam out to in hopes of supporting us all.
I become a recluse when unsure of how I will provide for the ones I love.
I could make beaches from the souls that I had lost.
There's nothing left along the way.
Will I find the soul you had lost?
I never meant to sever the links that made this liaison complete.
Where will they be when I come back?
Let me just say, I had never thought to leave you for dead.
I'm stranded by an island that I swam out to in hopes of supporting us all.
Castles made from glass start as sand-made foundations formed by my hand.
Mine's stained rose.
Glass starts as sand-made foundations formed by my hand.
Mine is stained.
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4. |
House of Hoarded Sands
04:25
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Now, who could've known that this desert would barge into this nest to feed its young?
Moments like this should outstretch our lives.
The hours before I stare into infinity.
A life that's taken its host and wears their eyes.
Has he seen what's past this ether's ruse?
Every step she'd take, new rules were made.
Yours were not by her design.
Now, who could've known that this desert would barge into this nest to feed its young?
Moments like this should outstretch our own lives.
The few hours before I take your life.
A life that's taken its host and wears their eyes.
Has he seen what's past this ether's ruse?
Is she there to see every step we take?
New rules were made.
Yours were not by my design.
This desert doesn't speak, but if it could it would tell us this wind has changed its pace to end the human race.
My gun's drawn toward my son.
My sun...
... son.
Every step we take, new rules are made.
You were flawed by my design.
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Skinwalker
04:40
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Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds.
A vortex of spells have pulled him in.
When does he get the day to decide where his momentum's released, and what kind of beast is conceived?
Rise my sea.
Clench fists with air as if it's the throat of your god.
They denied us.
Swear that you will never let go.
Let go.
Let go of gods who don't show their face.
And now the fountain of life runs dry.
And your mill grinds slowly, as it should.
Deities, they'll never give us what we want.
Now go ahead and pray he's on your side.
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
We've chosen ours.
Will you choose our messiah?
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
They bend; it makes them easy to mold for our gospel's songs.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides lessers' distant glow.
Tethers are fashioned from silk that divides us from our lessers' distant glow.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Tin gods, they descend all the same.
Mother knows best for the bringer of worlds.
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