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Verse 1:
A world between worlds where the timeline curls 
I’m waiting for the worms for my skeleton and nerves 
they will serve the blurring terms of germs that long and yearn 
I infer I observe on the streets on the curb 
there is solace in absurdity I’m spending my time 
wasting that currency I’m bending my mind 
never known internally 
barren hid in verdancy, death: peppered with eternity
I’m riddled in disease the one in my synapses
The loops and the lapses life collapsed taxes 
The chances mask the masses, the lies that we are wrapped in 
favors earn compassion and dream is one fine contraption
I’m capturing the moment in a jar
I’m stashing all the lost and you can tell the stars, I would never go far 
the minutes stuck to me like a looking glass in tar,
they’re robbing me of bliss in the universe’s mist and inside is laced with infinity’s kiss
and I miss the wits that are drained in the routines cyst
Hook:
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter where the blood splatter doesn’t make man shatter

Verse 2:
Breathing for the tokens that we get for making potions and my hope is that I will kill my hope and corroded blood is flowing 
the rotten mixed in golden 
a world between worlds where the timeline curls 
where nothing else matters but infernos in my words
Tell me everything that the bottomless heard
Abyss within my cells that is burning in my birth
A disturbing comfort is that I’m the absurd

Interlude:
I had a dream that someone understood 
I understand that no one ever could 
There is solemn in that
a thoughtlessness of fact
Unthinking unblinking
No interest and the limbless
The infinite the skinless

Hook:
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter where the blood splatter doesn’t make man shatter
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter
Where human emotion will fade in the motions

The Burden Of Being

Verse 1:

I couldn’t be any happier in doing what I’m told
Showing the ambassador the mechanics of a soul
Plastic spoons and caviar and Styrofoam bowls
Bacteria with heavy hearts playing in their roles
The artificial kind is sold while the borrowed time is null and the sick old minds will grow in the missing lines we know
Existence is a stage and death is an act
Here’s a eulogy to the breath of perhaps
It’s the curtain call alas this wasn’t ‘sposed to last it was just a feeling that I used to get passed, a certain kind of cataclysm, end of futures past
The birth of euphemism, to befriend the huddled mass
It’s a subtle Task within the propaganda bath, and the only fact is that there is truth inside a mask
It’s Tripping through the cracks, I am just a spirit with some blizzard washed tracks
Well look at you you mother fucking nosy bastard
The earth I bid adieu with my phantom blood that’s plastered
Let us sic a coupe on the ghostly plasma factors
A coated grimly view of the lousy 2 bit actors 

Hook:
Gambling the later for the now, for the cranially endowed, for the silence of the loud for the busy noise crowd
We barter compliments back and forth to earn the favor of the pseudo court
Gambling the later for the now, for the cranially endowed, for the silence of the loud for the busy noise sound
We barter compliments back and forth to earn the favor of the social court

Verse 2:
Sleep in every inhalation, let us breed for procreation
Just supplying slaves for the system for the nation
Deciding what to say in hacky rerun conversations 
Mining sound waves in flashy chatty combinations
I cannot relate with the flesh incarnates of unrest and migraines in my chest in my veins 
Put the moments in a crate, alone and eating fate, there seems to be a tourist that is gnawing at my brain
Tar and cement and iron plated jaws
Far increments, mankind is in a jar
A raw pilgrim soul and I’m dust in the stars
My judicial system is the earths natural laws

Busy Noise Sound

Miserable Salesmen

The Propagandist

Sleepy Planet

Borrowed Time

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The Burden Of Being

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