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Reasoning, instructions seem simple and done with ease
Obviously, scenarios which they could not foresee
Questioning, outdated procedures and policies
Possibly, directions not taken literally

Carelessly
we read diligently
the manual tells me
that my life is a failure

Endlessly
page after page will bleed
this manual clearly
shows my life as a failure

Reasoning, written assuming complete expertise
Obviously, the thought shows major inefficiencies
Listening, there's no room for an opinion to breathe
Hopefully, directions not taken literally

Carelessly
we read diligently
the manual tells me
that my life is a failure

Endlessly
page after page will bleed
this manual clearly
shows my life as a failure

We hold on too tight and too long
We need to know whats right and whats wrong
We dream of the answers given for
Our weak, innocent minds lacking thought

Carelessly
we read diligently
the manual tells me
that my life is a failure

Endlessly
page after page will bleed
this manual clearly
shows my life as a failure

Finally
we close the book and see
page after page will read
this manual is the failure

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Disrupt beauty and natures vision with an incision
that cuts straight to the heart of...
enslaved, general population
on a foundation that was built by the empire

holding up what is not forsaken
identity of the dreams they've taken
filed and logged for a skewed statistic
based on made up facts that are unrealistic

From the outside we all look like robots
who've been programmed to ignore all our thoughts
until the one day he feels the remedy
with our eye's closed we'll all begin to see

Despise the independent thinking
use domineering, strategic placed suggestions
hypnotic and subtle by nature
the nomenclature will hide the real objectives

holding up what is not forsaken
identity of the dreams they've taken
filed and logged for a skewed statistic
based on made up facts that are unrealistic

From the outside we all look like robots
who've been programmed to ignore all our thoughts
until the one day he feels the remedy
with our eye's closed we'll all begin to see

read our script and play our part
detach my brain, take out my heart
replace them with machinery
i'll act like you, you'll act like me

From the outside we all look like robots
who've been programmed to ignore all our thoughts
until the one day he feels the remedy
with our eye's closed we'll all begin to see

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DEATH CLOCK
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The calendar shows our deadlines and remainders
til events we have planned, all are premeditated
years upwards they count, a life measured by ages
our metric discounts, the time thats left remaining

Death comes in many forms
it doesn't wait for you
it doesn't care that
you were not ready to close the book, final chapter, its over
pen ripped out of your hand, story without closure

watch as the sand grains fall from top to bottom
Irrelevance shown as it's smashed from the side
blowing out the glass chambers we thought once were restricted
your time has run out
from your body, evicted

Death comes in many forms
it doesn't wait for you
it doesn't care that
you were not ready to close the book, final chapter, its over
pen ripped out of your hand, story without closure

Bleed for me, Bleed for me
Scream like you mean something
Inside me is where you'll live for eternity
Photos and memories can't replace your image
for granted, are taken
the lives we've been given

Death comes in many forms
it doesn't wait for you
close the book
this story's over

Death comes in many forms
it doesn't wait for you
it doesn't care that you were not ready to
close the book, final chapter, its over
pen ripped out of your hand, story without closure

Death comes in many forms
Death comes in many forms
Death comes in many forms and now this story's over.

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STARING CONTEST
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Frozen, the eyes glaze over as thoughts engage him like a warrior
evil deeds made a guilty mind whose cold blank face, reads out like a sign
painted, with a premonition, an ill-bound fate filled with ammunition
heading down steady the hellbound course
disrupt the pain straight at the source

He's stuck in a staring contest
his body's froze and he cannot move
He's stuck in a staring contest
locked in stalemate, but he wants to lose

focused, the eyes gaze forward in two connect, a smoking murder
dot your t's and cross your eyes, solution waits, back in disguise
itchy finger scratch, is not a factor, your head decides, who lies in tact
backwards thoughts, so unconvincing, a self despised, manic condition
nothing can serve as a deterrent, the past outweighs anything current

shoulders feel heavy, the throats gone coarse
evaluate the “diers” remorse
He's stuck in a staring contest
his body's froze and he cannot move
He's stuck in a staring contest
locked in stalemate, but he wants to lose

all these lies blown away
no more tears on their face

baited
into a life that seems so overrated
where you sold dreams for your own entertainment
watching their lives turn into devastation
eventually resulted in a hatred
of your own life and the filth you engaged in
theres too much guilt, now you are inundated
with memories that you'll never escape from
so you stare down the barrel of your gun

He's stuck in a staring contest
his body's froze and he cannot move
He's stuck in a staring contest
locked in stalemate, but he wants to lose

itchy finger scratch, is not a factor, your head decides, who lies in tact
backwards thoughts, so unconvincing, a self despised, manic condition
nothing can serve as a deterrent, the past outweighs anything current
so take a shot, fire out your best
ironic tragedy ends with the 1st success

ironic tragedy ends

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EXILE
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waking to the morning sea
crashing down upon your island
a new home full of beauty
but your life is past the horizon
now a distant memory
the world you knew it has expired
forced into this misery
now paradise reminds you

of their face
standing there
you were erased
no one cared

breathing in the evening air
peacefulness builds like a fire
enraging you to a stare
cuz everything reminds you

of their face
standing there
you were erased
no one cared

so is there any time left til we
will see the guilty blame
the innocent for crimes of treason
just to protect their name

so now you must embrace
this is your home
a life without a face
cuz now your gone
vanished without a trace

and now there is no time left til we
will see the guilty blame
the innocent for crimes of treason
just to protect their name
the man with truth and answers silenced
exiled to maintain
distorted version of the truth by
claiming he was insane

ONE LAST FUNERAL
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This eulogy
can not be read
a loss for words
nothing to be said
can't make your peace
when thinking that
there is no reason
for you to move ahead

You saw your last friend
meet up with the end
now there's no one left
to feel your dead hands
as they
feel so
frozen

sitting up late
alone in bed
half empty queen
reminds your head
of how the ceiling
is closing in
least how it's feels now
that living things have fled

so you turn to faith
as your saving grace
filling a dark void
trying to replace
the hole
their heart
has left

never did believe
in a greater being
you still really don't
but it makes you feel
like there
is hope
again

angels float outside the window
escorting the pain in you, they
take it away

You saw your last friend
meet up with the end
now there's no one left
to feel your dead hands

As the flowers sink
push you to the brink
broken floorboard nails
sealing the extinct

so you turn to faith
as your saving grace
filling a dark void
trying to replace

never did believe
in a greater being
you still really don't
but it makes you feel
like there
is hope
again

One last funeral to seal my faith
I need something spiritual
saving me from this lonely world
everyone I know has passed away

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