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Yangtze
00:41
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Ride your expectations out on horseback.
Resign your mind's contempt to wither in darkness.
Take everything away from me; I need it.
My only desire is to learn from this.
All the threads unraveling.
No crisis counseling.
Only savage recipes.
Salvation ten miles away.
Passing from afar, floating towards the sun.
Awakening the outermost notions of contact.
Turning over cosmic stones, floating back down to Earth.
We experience The Overview Effect before we fall.
All the threads unraveling.
No crisis counseling.
Only savage recipes.
Salvation ten miles away.
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Cashing in on bad ideas, we will simply buy our way out.
Balance is restored when their confidence turns to doubt.
Saturating the open market with sullied claims to inspire
The empty man who doesn't need eyes to see how you've broken him.
Adjust your mental state; try to empathize.
Maybe you know how it feels to be on the other side.
Unconscious elevation.
Age in cryo-hibernation.
No natural education.
Only endless contemplation.
You can wake me up tonight--only you.
Interconnecting wires sing praises to me one by one.
Their gentle touch on my pale skin lulls me to sleep.
I have never felt the warmth of the sun
But I know the feeling.
Artificial memories are me.
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Alter-iD Report #2
01:21
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Vultures of Knowledge
05:52
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Something slowly passing by.
Too faint to be much more than a memory.
It appears now and again in my mind's eye,
Distracting from the real world in front of me.
It pushes and pulls me and drags me from bed,
Compels me to dream up visions of purpose.
We never beg the question, never an accusation,
Consuming our knowledge like vultures.
So I've designed a world without power,
Crafted in silence away from the storm.
Now we watch and wait for our turning tides.
Enter the echo, the resounding pulse of life.
I could have imagined a hawk without his talons
Is like a dog confined to a cage on his last day.
Breaking free from the ancient slavery of mind.
Our ancestors' prophetic lies.
We consecrate their meaningless physical existence.
Take the helm of our lives and steer them ashore,
Defying all we thought we were.
No need for gods or for scripture or church.
The hour of rebellion has arrived, we pass through all phases of life.
I came here to tell you of impending Armageddon.
Throw back your shackles to the blowing winds;
Here's to those who never truly lived.
Wise as we think we are, can never truly fathom.
Only time will tell where we go from here,
Decisions made all on free will.
Can't you see fate is just a lesser solution?
So throw back your shackles to the blowing winds;
Here's to those who never truly lived.
Wise as we think we are, can never truly fathom.
(Wise as we think we are, can never truly fathom)
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Alter-iD Report #3
00:56
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Beast of the Forest
04:00
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It's time to correct. Time to dream big.
We wouldn't insist on you going away
If it weren't what we all need.
(Seven different creatures come slinking out of the dark,
their eyes wide with curiosity...having no fear of the unrecognized
and no innate empathy).
But men march through the woods like soldiers of fortune,
Laying waste to centuries of growth without a second thought.
The beasts of the forest are not unarmed, and they do not forgive.
A fight to the death is in store, so the victorious may live.
(Seven different creatures come slinking out of the dark,
their eyes wide with curiosity...having no fear of the unrecognized
and no innate empathy).
Take heed now and run!
Go to meet the struggle of ages with blades drawn and teeth bared.
We've done all we can to prepare.
Eyes wide and aimed at the sky, we wait for destruction
To rain down like a cleansing.
Like a cleansing.
War is upon us--take your sides.
Gather your brothers and sisters so we may fight together as one.
Our resolve is strong and we stand for life and preservation.
If I ever live to see the world's end,
At least I won't be ignorant.
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Spirit Cell
03:39
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I sunk the caskets in the tears
To shrink the dusk of the mind.
I stole a glimpse of the fading warmth
That was keeping you alive.
It's not the word of a savior
Or the touch of a ghost.
The only true motive you needed:
To find a life of your own.
Going out on a limb.
Fallen state of grace.
Turn the tides and the tables
To put your faith in its place.
It's not the word of a savior
Or the touch of a ghost.
The only true motive you needed:
To find a life of your own.
Quiet is the altruistic heart that beats against the tide.
Forging bonds now, bathed in fire and welling in the eyes.
Instinct tells us to run from anything and anyone.
Born into captivity and intent on leaving.
Wherever conviction leads us into the unknown,
Whatever scourges of humanity we encounter,
Always keep in the front of your thoughts the dire truth of existence:
We were born to live and die alone--to become whole and timeless.
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Alter-iD Report #4
01:19
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Sacred Oath
03:06
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Soar...final flight.
Eternal night.
We are nervous,
But still alright.
I walked onwards into the mountain side
To ponder stories of ill-fated men.
I lost myself off in the distance after sunset
And wandered into the lion's den.
He had kept a place for me;
He had been expecting me to come.
I waited for my death, sitting paralyzed and feeling numb.
To my surprise, he was also afraid; just waiting for someone to say
"You are my brother and I protect you today."
Running free
Back home
Ever-westward
I will find the lost relics of my sacred oath.
Imperative
Can't fail
I must bear the weight of burden alone.
Lengths of flesh on my arms tearing at the seams
And becoming weak, disease of the empty Earth.
My mind is slowly eroding into a fragment of what its potential
Should have been.
Philosophical ranting and psychic branding have their place in the
Heart of the modern world.
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