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Mosession
05:12
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Aphoratu
04:46
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The year of the Serpent, the first of its century, Death made herself apparent by placing her lips upon my cheek. Not a threat was given, but a presentation. She brought forth an hourglass, the ceramic upper chamber, opaque; the glass lower chamber, clear as cognition; and the synapse continuously allowing the flow of sand. The sound of an internal war arose. Louder and louder, it grew. She smiled. Suddenly, I awoke. The room was white, a rainbow cast in steel on monumental display lay on the other side of the window. I had seen glass become ribbon, and I had been given a chance. Death stepped away at 280.
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Neon Goddess
03:38
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Eternally insecure locks on the soul keep death at bay as a looming threat, yet as the only constant comfort provided. In the ruins of the throne, a new goddess on neon is constructed. Upon the completion of her sacred ceremony, televised publicly, a new fruitless war begins in her name.
The words of the most significant sister and the heretic spill simultaneously from their lips, untethered, unbound from any book of law, "God is dead." As the heretic's eyes dull, he speaks the final stanza in his poetic, pathetic life, "I killed him. I drink not for my mind to forget his death, but for my body to forget my birth. Your television will not keep you safe, Mother; It will keep you blind. If you close your eyes, you cannot see that any of the Commandments have been set in stone. If you close your eyes, my sin is negligible.
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Lazarus
05:42
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Look up here, I'm in Heaven.
I've got scars that can't be seen.
I've got drama; Can't be stolen.
Everybody knows me now.
Look up here, man, I'm in danger.
I've got nothing left to lose.
I'm so high it makes my brain whirl.
Dropped my cell phone down below.
This way or no way.
You know I'll be free.
Just like that bluebird.
Ain't that just like me?
Oh I'll be free.
Just like that bluebird.
Oh I'll be free.
Ain't that just like me?
Oh I'll be free.
Just like that bluebird.
Oh I'll be free.
Ain't that just like me?
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(Interlude)
00:46
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Somewhere Far
04:09
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The 27
04:30
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Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
Truly, I say to you; Today, you will be with me in Paradise.
Woman, behold your son.
Son, behold your mother.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
I thirst.
It is finished.
Father, into your hands, I commit my spirit.
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8. |
Origin
03:49
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9. |
Patterns
04:11
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