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Autopilot
04:42
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We're all set to make a killing
I can't afford the luxury no more
But we're just trying to make a living
Can I complain with one foot out the door?
And I've never asked for much
But in pursuit of great endeavors
It's hard for me to know who I can trust
One step forward, two steps back
I'm on the brink of death
If all my fears come to fruition
I'm off the hook; out of commission
I'm no man to envy
I'm no fool to pity
I live a life of greed. Taking what I need
But it took it's toll
And I'll never live this down
I dipped my toes to test the water, but if I tread to much I fear I'll drown
One step forward, two steps back
I'm on the brink of death
If all my fears come to fruition
I'm out of luck; trade my ambition
Yea, I'm at the mercy of the wit of a dead man
And he extinguished all light from my eyes
Yet, I've been hooked by the wits of a dead man
And you can tell from the white of my eyes
And now I'm at your mercy, and I want out
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The Devil's Say
03:19
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You’ve made a death wish; grasping at straws
Now I have a calling, I've got a cause
All these anxious devils with sunken grins will learn how to burrow under the skin
Swayed in circles; made me sick.
Spoke in tongues, but I can’t make no sense of it
The devil's say has it's place
No emotion weighs on my face
Now their stay wears me down. Now they're home.
The sweat I've earned was counterfeit, could almost taste it
A darkened room once brightly lit; A hint of greatness
Everyone's a cynic here, but where are all the sadists?
Playing god and saving face has left me feeling vacant
Everyone I'll wrong will remember me by name
Once there's nothing left, only then they'll feel my shame
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Deep Negatives
03:40
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Cennetenial revival, where have you gone?
Have I been left to linger or carry on?
The gods won't lift a finger, not that they should
In a case of high alert I'll send my best regards
Tend to me sickly measures. Honestly, the time is right.
I won't bathe in holy water, but I can drink to pass the time
Those who sleep in righteous slumber count the sheep as they pass by
How have I wasted all these years?
And what will I do to squander more?
I'm losing all that I hold dear
If I'm in the red, I'm in the clear
The sentinels are spiteful and full of song
Their wave of beating heat is dragging on
"You as act as if you're broken, man" Counts all the faults on just one hand
I know the perks of doing right and doing wrong
My crooked spine aligned, for what it's worth
Now I'm just another wholesome body in the dirt
A broken man; a broken stride; who only saw in black and white, I've had my mind set on...
...Defeat; atone
...Deceit; atone
...Retreat; atone
Repent, erode
It's the only way I know.
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Misanthropy
05:03
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The era of disguise
No one knew the cost that it would hold
We’re left to cut all ties
The salt of the earth - left distraught inside the burdened soil
But no one minds
All the people look up to the sky
Never understood the reason why
Maybe I'm just being cynical
Maybe I just chase a fleeting high
May I speak out of line?
You're all I have to spite
So seek the moon crescent eyes
It's tide will take you home
May I speak out of line?
Or believe what I’ve been told?
The world cannot be rectified
But I guess I'll never know
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Sacred Fire
07:51
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The ground from where I stood is barren; Home to only those who seem to stand it
This pit from where I lay seems bleak, but it’s the greatest night of sleep I’ve had all week
These idle hands were soon at work, in hopes to free the reaper of his worth
Soon I found my solace in this space, then all the locals rallied in a haste to watch it burn
I've fallen into a cliché. Save my exit for another day
The air felt burnt as tension grew. I shift between the faces of the people I once knew.
Across the wasteland I heard their hopes of growth, but watched as they kept pouring fuel in sacred fire
And yet I have the itch to set it off
Chomping at the bit to set it off
So set it off
I've fallen into a cliché. Save my exit for another day
It serves me right
I’m stumbling blind with a crutch
All signs point in no direction; think I have a hunch
I've got a right to know who set this sacred fire
Descended / hallowed / reckless / shallow; at a glance it may seem that I'm at ease
I fell to sacred fire
I think I've hit a peak - my heads now on a stake, and I have offered nothing in it's wake.
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Deep Negatives Seattle, Washington
Deep Negatives is a Seattle based multimedia art-punk project
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