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forfeit/ascend
04:59
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Forfeit your culture.
Ferment your alibi.
There's a spark shaking and waiting for the chance to shine.
All belief is banished upon an afterlife.
I'll sit down here naked for the ride.
I'm falling out of the fire.
I'm falling into "the best I could".
I'm falling out of the trance.
I'm failing all of the tried.
Forfeit your culture.
Ferment your alibi and sit down here naked for the ride
If my heart does have a soul, then I'd surely break it.
If my life does have a goal, then I've surely staked it.
If my heart is made of gold, then it should be taken.
If my life is in control, then I should awaken.
Battle all your innocence.
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raise the sign
05:24
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Raise the sign.
-a vacant open fracture
-an axiom accented
-unincidental sanction
-a sordid ousted intent
Raise the sign.
Why all the arcs and angles without a suit to suit you?
When all the actions take hold, this all becomes your future.
Constants: they rarely breed such open minds.
In a sense, well aren't these stitches open wide?
Got them as your pulse was flickering morse lies.
We're so gone.
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wake
04:17
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mechanical hearts
06:33
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Aren't your victories up for sale?
Aren't your answers patched and pale?
Aren't your hearts mechanical?
Aren't your victories in decrease?
Aren't you biding disbelief?
Aren't your hearts mechanical?
Bow your head and sing for sleep.
I'll pretend you're make-believe.
Aren't we all mechanical?
Didn't you shake off all your leaves?
Didn't you crown your destiny?
Didn't your hearts bleed chemicals?
Siphoned out of poisoned wells;
Slipped back into human shells;
Didn't you start as animals?
Bow your head and sing for sleep.
We'll pretend it's make-believe.
Aren't your hearts mechanical?
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Blood.
It's all you need to bleed.
Tax hack the greed.
Spun.
However shackles grieve.
Blood spent the free.
Blind.
All sources bent.
All sutures spent.
I frame and post the list, however posthumous.
CRACKS AND STAINS ON THE MARQUEE SLOGAN.
Fire.
It's all you need to burn.
Take your turn.
Blend.
In spite of all decree; all sanctuary.
Shine.
Outshone and shaking time.
Outshone and shaking life.
I frame and post the list, however posthumous.
CRACKS AND STAINS ON THE MARQUEE SLOGAN.
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