1. |
Sediment
05:41
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How much time do you spend examining
the sediment deposits in your brain?
And what did you learn
studying the layers of your history?
Is there ground to be made revisiting
a mind that was packed and stowed away?
Is there anything to gain
traveling to former states of mind?
Can you dig deep enough?
Can you dig deep enough?
Can you dig deep enough, deep enough,
'till you find that silver key?
I've seen it happen in my sleep
and when I try to run I find I can't move my feet.
Maybe it's a signal to my conscious mind
of all the things that it can't find.
It's always been a step behind
my own subconscious line.
Are you looking for a positive
buried in the deepest yesterday?
Hidden within recollections
of a time so far away.
Are you reaching out so hopefully
inhabitants will see you as their own?
Can you navigate the forest you knew
that since has overgrown?
Can you dig deep enough?
Can you dig deep enough?
Can you dig deep enough, deep enough,
'till you find that silver key?
I've seen it happen in my sleep
and when I try to run I find I can't move my feet.
Maybe it's a signal to my conscious mind
of all the things that it can't find.
It's always been a step behind
my own subconscious line.
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2. |
Dreams
03:52
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Holding on to a thought that will put me to sleep.
Just a platform to launch out into the deep.
What will I see when I make that leap?
Split the seam to a dream and I'm at it again
'till I wake and I've lost it but I can pretend
I was there breathing air from which I'll never know
looking down on the ground over which I have flown.
Then appears something I wasn't expecting to find.
So much more, so much for trying to rest up my mind.
Spend the night in a mind overactive in sleep,
I can dig it. I can dig it if there's crop to be reaped.
What will I find when I cross that line?
What will I see when I make that leap?
Split the seam to a dream and I'm at it again
'till I wake and I've lost it but I can pretend
I was there breathing air from which I'll never know
looking down on the ground over which I have flown.
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3. |
Solitude
05:59
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Caught in between
a conflict of interest
and I don't want to play
so I'll sleep it away.
And if you need to find me
I'll be tucked in the woods
there's no use in searching
it'll do you no good.
Something inside of my head makes me feel this
but I don't know where to begin.
It's nothing that nobody said to provoke this
it's something that is sprouted within.
Trust me when I say it's not you but it's me
and that you shouldn't take it personally.
So do you think I'm crazy
when I say solitude's what I need?
When I feel the pull
of this opposition
I'd rather keep it null
than let it weigh on my soul.
So if you need to find me
I'll be off on my own.
Far away from this tension
scribing words in the stone.
Only in the peace of solitude
can you hear the words of your deepest voice.
And only in undivided awareness
can you see the image of the minds eye.
Only in the sole company of yourself
can you decipher your hearts intent.
Only in solitude.
Only in solitude.
Something inside of my head makes me feel this
but I don't know where to begin.
It's nothing that nobody said to provoke this
it's something that is sprouted within.
Trust me when I say it's not you but it's me
and that you shouldn't take it personally.
So do you think I'm crazy
when I say solitude's what I need?
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4. |
Supplemental Time
04:10
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The construction of beams
brings the fruition of dreams.
The casting of steel
makes your fantasy real.
The sowing of seeds
will satisfy the needs
of the hungry mouths
that they'll soon feed.
The weaving of thread
will soon yield bread
now that supplemental time
is mine all mine.
With my two hands
I'll bend it to a shape.
Any shape that I desire,
heat it up with my fire.
Mold it to a giant bird
who's blistering screech
will never go unheard.
And I'll shower the land,
the sea and the sand
with all the creations
of my hand.
Send it down to all man
the best that I can
and hope that they understand.
The induction of thought
makes what before there was not.
Use what you've got
make the synthesis hot.
The winding of coil
will fertilize the soil
and turn up the heat
and make the water start to boil.
A brain that's on the move
will propagate the groove
now that supplemental time
is mine all mine.
With my two hands
I'll bend it to a shape.
Any shape that I desire,
heat it up with my fire.
Mold it to a giant bird
who's blistering screech
will never go unheard.
And I'll shower the land,
the sea and the sand
with all the creations
of my hand.
Send it down to all man
the best that I can
and hope that they understand.
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5. |
Tonight
06:02
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Every day
when I wake,
I'm looking for something
to keep us alive.
I'm on the hunt for
something to satisfy my mind.
I've sharpened my knife and
loaded my bow for whatever I might find.
Tonight, we're gonna be alright.
Tonight, we're gonna find our light.
Tonight, we're gonna make it right.
Tonight, we're gonna be alright.
I understand
what's at stake.
It's not about what you have,
but what you can make.
I'm on the hunt
to make sure my people will not starve.
I'm taking my place in the stars above,
which no longer seem so far.
Tonight, we're gonna be alright.
Tonight, we're gonna find our light.
Tonight, we're gonna make it right.
Tonight, we're gonna be alright.
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6. |
Easy
03:45
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We are in a fight against time.
As we race, keeping pace, but always behind.
Looking for the truth
before my heart stops beating.
Looking for the truth
before my heart stops beating.
It's easy.
Blinding is the question at hand:
Do we mean anymore than we understand?
Looking for the truth
before my heart stops beating.
Searching through a sea
that's made up of you and me completely.
It's easy.
Looking for the truth
before my heart stops beating.
Searching through a sea
that's made up of you and me completely.
It's easy.
Racing through my mind,
my mind,
I'm burning through my time,
burning through my time.
Racing through my mind,
my mind,
I'm burning through my time,
burning through my time.
Racing through my mind,
Looking for the truth
before my heart stops beating.
I'm burning through my time.
Burning through my time.
Racing through my mind,
Looking for the truth
before my heart stops beating.
I'm burning through my time.
Burning through my time.
Burning through my time.
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7. |
What Do You Know?
11:09
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Sow,
and watch the sapling grow.
Slow,
and it still has miles to go.
Lain,
in the earth to stretch their veins.
Yet time brings an end to all.
Waiting for the time to go,
when the curtains draw to start the show.
I've taken arm with all I know.
What do you know? What do you know?
Drink,
what gives you cause to think.
Sink,
and unbury cryptic ink,
See,
the chance before it flees.
Trees,
see them waltzing with the breeze.
Waiting for the time to go,
when the curtains draw to start the show.
I've taken arm with all I know.
What do you know? What do you know?
I'm alive and breathing
and that's enough to believe in.
I can make it my choice
and raise a voice that's singing.
Waiting for the time to go,
when the curtains draw to start the show.
I've taken arm with all I know.
What do you know? What do you know?
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