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Night Terrors
04:56
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The night beckons me
Distress within the sheets
Oh, irony
I come here for rest but I’m stricken of peace
In twilight, they’re awakened
Their shrouds become undone
Within my psyche, escaped
with no sight of the sun
So Father take my hands and block my eyes
For I’d rather they be burned in Hell than I
Revelations of myself that I despise
Into deepened slumber, they arise
Messages wished undelivered
Thoughtless temper-fueled decisions
Deception by lust envisioned
Actions of selfish intention
Demons dwell within me
Dormant, yet they dictate
In rest, their hopes come alive
I toss and turn, unable to slumber
My conscience and my desires asunder
It’s as if thoughts I’ve tried to hide
Are now depicted through subconscious
Stimulated visions of their darkness
I’ve lost all control
What is the essence of guilt
Who’s plaything am I?
Set flame to all that I’ve built
For it was only for I
These devils within me perturbing my sleep
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Showdown Kings
03:59
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Crack of dawn, we're ridin’ far and wide
Giddy up, we gallup come sunrise
Ain’t no man withstand my 45
Dropped the fucker and left to die
Showdown kings and you can dare to try
Fastest draw gets to keep his life
It’s dog-eat-dog and you ain’t got no bite
In the wild west, we gonna hang you high
Your broad is our prize
Whiskey ’til we’re dry
Let’s ride
Find us in the saloon
All fucked up on booze
To the brotherhood
What the fuck are you looking at?
Keep it up
I’ll put some holes in your fuckin’ hat
Quick on the draw
You’ll be dead before you react
You can run, bitch
I’m just as good on horseback
Another man down
We run this town
Fill my glass
I’m drunk off my ass
Self-made at the O.K. Corral
Piss me off and shit’s goin’ down
We’re outlaw brothers
Fear no other
Trigger masters
Ain’t none faster
We’re outlaw brothers
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Why, oh why
We choose to eat ourselves alive
My, oh my
Karma in all rolls of the dice
Multiply
The numbers multiply
Infection of the populace
so you must stay inside
Bodies upon bodies piling
Now on Channel 5
It’s horror on display
Every channel reminds us of misery
It’s horror on display
Every channel reminds us of misery
My, oh my
Thick lines used to divide
Murdered by the fraternity
Come, let’s pillage through the streets
Watch as we fight us
Violence with violence
Back to square one with no path to the righteous
Turning blind eyes to our brethren who need us
We’d rather the world be crumbled to pieces
Heed the warnings of God
The Rapture is near so which side are you on?
Control with fear
Divide the sphere
Burn, questions after
We’re moving backwards
Disasters naturally
Landscapes so fiery
Victims to mass disease
Yet, no one’s listening
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4. |
The Black Sea
04:25
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Let’s ditch this world
To where constellations mesmerize me
Curious since birth
Of what lies beyond these earthly boundaries
The heavens await me
Drifting into nothingness
Where the make-up of dreams exists
Drifting into the expanse
Take me to the black sea
Quench my thirst for discovery
Mystery calls me
Towards the stars, we aim
Vitals arranged on heads-up-display
Thrusters engaged
Forward we march
Through interstellar gates
All systems go
Hold onto your dreams beyond your home
Let’s leave the world we’ve always known
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Rise of the Shogunate
03:25
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Great lord, we serve the Minamoto
The highest caste amongst Kyoto
We live and die by Bushido
Through blood and honor live this credo
Within just an instant
My momentum is shifted
Bladed vengeance is swiftly given
and I engage in this pernicious rhythm
With ultimate precision
life-altering incision
Lead first with my hips
then followed by my wrists
The master to ending this pestilence
Taira dies
clans exiled
This land now belongs to us
All praise unto the samurai
The militia gods of the establishment
Hail the Shogunate
Live by the Sword
A man’s honor lies only within his sword
Enriched in gold
emblazoned by our lord
The dance of the blades
pledged to Yoritomo's reign
Long live the bakufu
Yoritomo sees all
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6. |
Boundaries Dissolved 2.0
03:46
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Blinded by yours truly
Yet, I play it off so smoothly
Facade decorated cruelly
A hindrance to myself
Set forth by your limitations
Every move I make is a small step backwards
Status of an inferior creation
Apologies, no explanation
Hold your grievance
You can’t conceive this
But my potential has yet to be revealed
The world, my canvas
My dextrous hands will
portray all my extravagance
with a few strokes of my wrist
Constantly losing my own mind
Trapped inside this everlasting fire
Solitude is never mine to find
Our own sight is all that leaves us blind
Lost in miscommunication with myself
Poise is but a fantasy
Hearts of lions are fruitless
when directed by sheep
I can always lose control
But I could never suffocate
Am I meant to play this role
Or is it more than I could ever take?
I’ve been stuck on the things that you said
I’ve been trapped in my head
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7. |
A Forest of Blind Men
04:52
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Begun seeking knowledge
Become tender wardens
Possessions we abolish
Bring us solace
Live beyond death
Yet, reincarnation to me feels so unreal
With little evidence
my heart begs me to kneel
Forest of blind men
Upanishads tell life’s story
Brahman is reality
This divine essence infinite, eternal
However, life is suffering
Ensure you reach Enlightenment
We end pain if we follow Eightfold together
The final prophet Mohammed
The former shepherd and merchant
His message teaches us of Allah, no other
Place your will in harmony
Balance your energy, your chi
Discover you is to discover the Earth
And these ideals could collide
You see with open eyes
but not an open mind
Leave me to decide what’s mine
Don’t persecute me for your so-called crime
When we see alike
Built my foundation
Concrete, complacent
The pages we sift through establish our sinew
Yet, I hear the Father
Not the Vedas, not Mohammed
There is no other but my God
Dwelling inside all
only the Bible
One flesh and blood that was born so cold
Will you be able to lead us through a never-ending war?
Between the silence and the rust
one body ends and turns to dust
Will you be able to lead us?
The pages we sift through establish our sinew
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Everybody, hit me up
It’s Friday, what’s up?
Work’s got me stressing
Let’s fuck up the club
Dapper’s the dress code
The Roley’s a must
Just grabbed the ganja
So come take a puff
Can you feel it?
I’m the master of my domain
City lights shine on my bros
Tailored my clothes
Work hard play hard my code
Time to let go
Where the fuck did Thomas go?
Mr. Steal Your Girl
Bet your ass I’m rocking that Gucci double G belt
Paired it with my True Religions
Flick my wrist to flex the Yachtmaster rhodium dial
Ferragamos I’m walking in
I’ve brought my bag of tricks
Upped the anti and I just can’t resist
I’m a stranger to sane
But no stranger to fame
You won’t catch me off game
Tonight I’m off the chain
Although I’m truly enslaved
Adrenaline fiend
A finger presses my nares
Stimulating my mesolimbic system
Dopamine released into my synapse
Do it for the esteem
Do it for the Gram
Relying on this shit
So I can spit some game
I promise I won’t I touch it again for a while
I’m too attached to admit
I’m a deteriorating brainchild
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9. |
Sands of Time
04:56
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The inversion of the hourglass sets in
Like a luscious flower picked at the stem
Destined to decay just as life begins
Eyes open wide
Inhaling sweet Mother Earth
Look how far I’ve grown
Successor to the throne
I’ve gathered through the falls
And prospered through it all
And I’ll bring with me
These memories
Passed through our legacy
Mama, Mama
I’m not coming home
Mama, Mama
See how far I’ve come
So I’ll sow the earth
Let my kin live on
Yet I, once so alive
Enjoyed the fruit of Gaea’s sweet surprise
So bountiful are her pleasantries
Although I’ve bargained all my hours into labor
As my zeal declines
So render me a passerby
Once titanic
Now a mite
The sands of time still trickle all the same
So I’ll raise you up with what’s left of my name
My numbered days hold my love for you
I’ll open my doors for you
And when the last grain falls
How have I touched you all?
The only things we leave
Are those we help to breathe
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10. |
Lucid
05:39
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Hands together as we’ve gathered here
Movie-like I recite my years
Imprisoned to these sheets dampened with tears
Blessings out to those that I’ve endeared
This is life
So taken for granted
Yet fragile in an instant of time
Do you fear this?
This is judgment
You’re not above this
Delivery so swift
And what of me remains?
Not wealth, no items retained
Hang onto memories
And your love for me
Set me free
What will be said of me?
Who is touched by my legacy?
I will await you with open wings
For your ever-long stay with me
Blood seeps
Dismal beeps of machines
Cadence increasing
Consciousness leaving me behind
Lifeless, this body
Yet soul now divine
Alas, I say goodbye
Goodnight to all and to all a goodnight
There’s beauty in tragedy
The blood and unity
Chemicals release
Drifting into sleep
Seeing lucid dreams
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