1. |
Launch
02:36
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2. |
Unarmed
03:12
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I took the bait, that’s my mistake cause now I’m out here drifting.
Was it my fate, this mindless faith? Oh man well ain’t that something?
The waiting predicated safety in the state of mundane.
But we react, a full attack on the unmatched and crumbling.
We are so far in the awakening - it’s obvious.
Lost on the part of hesitation - unarmed but dangerous.
We’re miles away in open space, they never saw it comin.
A missing artifact, intangible yet still holds something.
And if they find it means they got us, this is all for nothing.
So hit the blasters, fuck these bastards - watch them try to keep up.
We are so far in the awakening - it’s obvious.
Lost on the part of hesitation - unarmed but dangerous.
unarmed but dangerous
unarmed but dangerous
Remember these words - they are your own;
“We’re the wretched refuse of your teeming shore
The lamp has burned out, it shines no more
On the vacant home with the golden door”
We are so far in the awakening - it’s obvious.
Lost on the part of hesitation - unarmed but dangerous.
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3. |
Puddle Jumping
03:58
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Carry the weight now,
while we sit and we wait out
these raindrops bade to land and raise the sea again.
There’s always a way out.
I hope there’s a way out.
Like castles in the sand, we’ll wash away again.
With steady motion, take my hand and tie it up.
Rapid pulse begins to slow. I’m out of touch.
Carry the weight now,
while we sit and we wait out
these raindrops bade to land and raise the sea again.
There’s always a way out.
I hope there’s a way out.
Like castles in the sand, we’ll wash away again.
Carry the weight now,
while we sit and we wait out
these raindrops bade to land and raise the sea again.
There’s always a way out.
I hope there’s a way out.
Like castles in the sand, we’ll wash away again.
File out, as it seeps in. It’s not enough
to make a difference. Where you stand,
you’re too high up.
Splashing puddles as you laugh. You’ve covered us
in drops of madness. Grab my hand.
There’s faith in us.
Rain, rain Rosie
The world is gonna know me.
Let’s all fill it up.
Drink it slowly.
The world, it does not own me
Let’s all raise it up.
Rain, rain Rosie
The world is gonna know me.
Let’s all fill it up.
Drink it slowly.
The world, it does not own me
Let’s all raise it up.
Carry the weight now,
while we sit and we wait out
these raindrops bade to land and raise the sea again.
There’s always a way out.
I hope there’s a way out.
Like castles in the sand, we’ll wash away again.
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4. |
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You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.
You’d be like Heaven to touch.
I want to hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived
and I thank God I’m alive.
‘Cause you're just too good to be true
And I can’t take my eyes off of you.
Pardon the way that I stare,
there’s just nothing else to compare.
When the sight of you leaves me weak,
there are no words left for you to speak.
But if you feel like I do baby I’m still breathing,
how about you?
When you’re just too good to be true and I can’t take my eyes off of you.
I love you baby,
And if it’s quite alright,
I need you baby,
To warm the lonely nights,
I love you baby,
Trust in me when I say.
Oh pretty baby,
Don’t bring me down I pray,
I love you baby,
Now that I’ve found you, stay.
Oh pretty baby,
Let me love you.
You’re just too good to be true.
Can’t take my eyes off of you.
I love you baby
(can’t take my eyes)
I need you baby
(can’t take my eyes)
Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby
(can’t take my eyes)
I love you baby
(can’t take my eyes)
Off of you.
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5. |
Digital Real Estate
03:21
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Fade the memories; with every fix you’ll be sicker if you make it to the morning.
No, I can't believe how we made it to this state, paid no attention to the warning.
Everybody watches no one listens,
feeling tedium escape is sudden freedom.
Everybody talks but no one listens.
We’re steady placating the medium of reason.
As we’re spiraling down, extend your hand to me.
We’re floating - we’re lost upon
the truth. It’s a wash it’s a waste - it’s this place that is always fleeting.
I want it but I can’t come home.
A disgrace - it's a race to erase the complacency that we’re feeling.
Starting with a point not worth defending.
Fan the flame to watch it burn.
Make with the take and see while we’re arguing our points to all these stupid motherfuckers -
The ones that can’t quite see that your intention isn’t with them but they’re calling you a brother.
I can’t stand another night
of screaming in your faces just to prove I’m right.
We’re floating - we’re lost upon
The truth. It’s a wash it’s a waste - it’s this place that is always fleeting.
I want it but I can’t come home.
A disgrace - it's a race to erase the complacency that we’re feeling
Face to face we’ll see - the truest enemy.
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6. |
Damaged
02:55
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The glass is cold and shattered, ice starts creeping in
through the windshield. Cabin crew is dazed and pinned.
Check my vitals, say my name.
Is my crew still with me? You didn’t die in vain.
They’ll carve your initials to mark your grave.
Granite or marble? You know it’s all the same.
We’re gonna tell your story, cover up our shame.
We’ll cry with your family and share that pain.
Through the loss, there can’t be no gain.
We know you’d do it for us - because it’s all the same.
Assess the damages oh man we’re in trouble now.
We’ve come this far we can’t turn back - suit up and lower the hatch.
What is this place we’re in? Where have we been? Time seems to move so slow.
Unrecognizable, desirable and still breathing oxygen.
What is this place we’re in?
What is this place we’re in?
What is this place we’re in?
Where have we been?
Where have we been?
Tragedies lead strategies.
No one really wants to ever say their peace.
Tragedies lead strategies.
No one really ever wants to ever say their peace.
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7. |
Weightless
03:48
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I am weightless to the ground. I am faceless to the crowd.
Take a deep breath open my eyes, feel this new air and scream out loud, but
I can’t separate the sound.
It’s all in front of me - it's soft but feels so loud.
This time is all we need to finally feel alive.
Choose your own path and take it for a ride.
Hesitation; don't let it waste your life.
It’s all in front of me - it's soft but feels so loud.
This time is all we need to finally feel alive.
It’s all in front of me - it's soft but feels so loud.
This time is all we need to finally feel alive.
We all know that this won’t last, so take it as it is.
Remember moments that have past, but don’t forget to live.
It’s all in front of me - it's soft but feels so loud.
This time is all we need to finally feel alive.
It’s all in front of me - it's soft but feels so loud.
This time is all we need to finally feel alive.
On my own now, but i’ll be just fine.
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8. |
The Messengers
04:18
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Feeling ready, feeling willing, feeling lucky.
From the moment that we landed - no more rushing.
This place is Heaven. It’s inevitable, messengers will come in herds to spread the word and we’ll relearn the meaning of absurd.
We were stepping in the right direction,
remembering words were written in the proclamation
That stated freedom from tyranny and indoctrination.
That’s why we left; to avoid the incarceration
I’m from the broken and damned.
Step from the shadows, it’s all been planned.
We’ve come to settle our demands.
The night has fallen, and this place is crawling
with unsettling solace for all us.
The lawless creep so slow .
Now they’re coming, steady rushing with their guns drawn.
The peaceful citizens are running. The alarm sounds.
It swirls around if you can hear it, you’ll be found because you're near it. Underground is where you’ll be, trust me that they will never leave.
So run and hide but take it with you to protect it,
the feeling of freedom - now go and resurrect it
in a place that’s not reflective of this hate that doesn’t take your life and raise you from the ashes and they’re calling you awake.
I’m from the broken and damned.
Step from the shadows, it’s all been planned.
We’ve come to settle our demands.
I’m from the broken and damned.
Step from the shadows, it’s all been planned.
We’ve come to settle our demands.
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9. |
Drifting
03:20
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You are miles from the start,
lost and lonely - no one’s home.
No one you can see.
You never heard me say, “please stay”.
Or anything at all.
Or “don’t leave, I won’t breath, without you here with me”.
Drifted slowly while we’re out walking, turn around I can’t hear you calling.
Look for you but the ash is falling, harder now than when it started.
There’s nothing I can see
between you and me,
except these ghosts and memories.
The sky is settled by the time I find you.
Please stay.
Please say anything at all.
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10. |
Fight or Flight
01:35
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11. |
The Flame
02:54
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We’ve had this coming,
overdue like a book that we never read.
Buried so deep,
underneath the magazines full of faces that we never met.
So heed the warning,
did you learn something that you’ll just forget?
Or move forward,
admit the failures that you’re ready to accept.
A new direction,
learn from the past, here’s your chance, now take a step.
Toward the reason and the meaning of seeing through, the fight in you
to the end.
Return back home now, we’re starting over, a spectrum of colors in a flame’s flicker that grows.
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12. |
Return
03:26
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