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All Magic Is Science
04:20
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From the smallest rooms
to the open sea beneath
Blinded by the light
of us poisoning the well
Maybe truth is an illusion
filtered through kaleidoscopes
What i don't know is an ocean
all i want is a drop
You spin free
Satellite
Our hell's just like our
crappy lifes
The crappiest stories
of our crappiest times
Let's testify
Full frontal, full circle
Please take a hammer to my heart
(Life's too short to save face
I'll burn what's left to my name)
The Moment of closure
Feels like it's darkest before dawn
(I'll paint a mural in blood
I crave that punch to my gut)
So tear me apart
There's a point in cutting teeth
by the company you keep
of the bravest of the meek
the outcome won't prove truisms true
We are free, insecure
broken, beaten, beautiful
full of shit and full of light
claiming a point
Let's testify
Thousand gaps to fill
in the corner of my eye
A modicum of time
for each problem that we face
Maybe truth is an illusion
filtered through kaleidoscopes
What i don't know is an ocean
all i want is a drop
What if truth means lucid dreaming
polychrome with each of us
What i don't know is an ocean
all i want is a drop
So tear me apart
There's nothing to my name
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Jon Bovi
03:09
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There's a storm tonight
there's a smolder that flickers and fades
There's a fine print on the wall
consecrated to black arts
there's a song we know by heart
on this sacred day of silence
There's a whisper through our homes
that harbors pain
estates on the borderlines
What echoes
is a tarnished imbued epistemology
What echoes
are the first drafts of truth
phantoms of bravery
There's storm tonight
there's a terror that jets from the red
Cracks between the palisades
slopes too steep for cavalry
we are way past tragedy
at the late advent of Brutus
Roaming specters of defeat
but lore escapes
remains of Alesia
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Florida Man
02:35
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You think we don't understand
order by the callous hand
but how we claim and share our means
should noch quantify deceit
We demand a stake in profits
demand a fair shake
we demand equal rights
and equal pay
you won't sway our beliefs
but you'll fix the price
Atlas shrugged telling you to avert your eyes
What's out of sight is out of mind
Don't look away
victims of the class divide
we're not the same
it's our turn to unionize and overturn the party line
Don't forget what you owe us
we're taking it back
we don't care either way
about lines in sand
whether you're draped in the mask of civility
of confide in the chain going down the stream
What's out of sight is out of reach
Don't look away
victims of the class divide
we're not the same
it's our turn to unionize and overturn the party line
[There's a big secret that powerful people don't want you to know. The secret is this: Everywhere oppression has existed so too has resistance. No group of oppressed people has ever just laid down and taken it. They have always fought back because that's who we are as a species. You and i are not going to dishonor that human legacy by laying down and dying now. We've got a world to save.]
You think we don't understand order by your callous hand
your empty words, your selfish deeds
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This chink in your armor's
a ravine to behold
and the gush from your crown
i taste it in my mouth
Now pressure keeps rising
we're running out of time
but before the bottom drops
we have to turn the tide
The numbers will exceed
to figures that will fiercely tip the scales
dispute to calamity
perils of a walking ghost
Let's stop pretending
you'll ever be the same again
When at our darkest there is nothing left
to face consequence takes the best of man
if you dare to say we''re not the same
there's an unseen thread that will prove you wrong
When at our darkest there is nothing left
but to foil the shame that's a looming waste
then the time has come to pay respects
at the monuments of cement and lead
This thorn in your side's
a beam you can't pull out
and the cry from your dome
i feel it in my bones
The descent's a nightmare
it's one step at a time
as the light is coursing through
the count means rapid fire
To not run out of steam
would mean to ride for fall and spin the wheels
dispute to calamity
perils of a walking ghost
Let's stop pretending
you'll ever be the same again
When at our darkest there is nothing left
to face consequence takes the best of man
if you dare to say we''re not the same
there's an unseen thread that will prove you wrong
When at our darkest there is nothing left
but to foil the shame that's a looming waste
then the time has come to pay respects
at the monuments of cement and lead
There's an unseen thread that connects us all
Let's stop pretending
If you dare to say we are not the same
Let's stop pretending
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First pureed dinner
then it's off to therapy
fix the ongoing back pain
and arthropathy
As all the pressure
gathered in my bones
won't come off with scented soap
there are stutters in a lung
that's on the ropes
I sold my dirt bike
to afford insurance claims
paid for straightening braces
and a walking frame
But the memories we made
will never fade along the way
Carved initials in the pavement
Whirlwinds of all basements
Takes a couple stage lights to forget
that this is how it feels
to get a sense of self-defeat
It's off the skateboard
and it's on to hair loss cream
fading faces of loved ones
as the reaper nears
And as the widow's weaping at the tomb
There's a message on the stone
I would do it all again
and so should you
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