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What Is It Like?
03:50
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Each time I see someone exist, I'm stricken ignorant, perplexed, and confusion looms before my tomb like a warped warp tied on a loom and I've ruminated, loved and hated, pondered perfection and doom and will and still I wonder, "What is it like to be human?"
You can't see very far. You're not as smart as you think you are, and it's so easy to forget, for every wonder seen you are in debt. What do you want to know?
Nothing ever seems to last. You're either looking down or to the past. The world is loud and fast and strange. You look for stillness only to find change.
A human like you couldn't understand, but I will give you my hand and a tour of no man's land. Here is my hand.
You can't ignore a mystery. You're not as good as you pretend to be. You might get high when things get low. You will hold on and then you will let go. What do you want to know?
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Go Away Little Monster
02:53
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Go away little monster. There's nothing for you here. The bewilderment in my head has not yet given into fear. Go back into the woods and leave me be. For if you keep tugging on this string you'll release the latent thing inside me.
Go away malevolent beast. Take your terror back outside. I have seen your shadowed face and I have no intent to hide. Go screaming lies through someone else's dream. For though this may be a fragile mind, there's nothing more to find inside me.
Go away little monster. You know the night will soon be gone. Forget about the face that this damp blanket's resting on. Go back into the dark and don't return and may your evil soul forever rot and burn.
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Homunculus
03:07
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Chilly toes, a corpse made of mud, scroll of a soul written in blood. Gonna crawl inside your skin and stitch up your heart so we can begin.
I've got no man but the one I made. He's got old bones from a young man's grave. Seldom speaks and he always does my bidding.
Animated earth drawn forth from dank and daring dirt. Parted with my handiwork: make way for mother's machine.
I've got no man but the one I made. He's got old bones from a young man's grave. Seldom speaks and he always does my bidding.
Set fire to the chapel for me. Lay waste to those who abhor me. Play a song, tell me a story, watch over me until the night is done.
From it you're made, to it you'll return. Burn the scroll, fill the hole, and be done. From it you're made, to it you'll return. Turn back, turn back to dust.
I've got no man but the one I made. He's got old bones from a young man's grave. Seldom speaks and he always does my bidding.
Set fire to the chapel for me. Lay waste to those who abhor me. Play a song, tell me a story, watch over me until the night is done.
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Skin
03:09
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What is under this skin?
Blood and dreams, maybe a bit of desperation. There is nothing like obsession to keep the motor turning. Bones and fears, perhaps a little optimism, just like the water of your wisdom can stop the halls from burning. Yet it moves and it moves and it moves.
What is under this skin?
Guts and tact, sometimes some miscommunication like a wolf chasing comprehension giving the prey a purpose. Fat and faith with just a touch of never knowing, trying to will the fissure open to get beneath the surface. Yet it moves and it moves and it moves.
What is under this skin?
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Truth In Darkness
04:12
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Looking to the sky for what’s beyond what I can see, with all the cosmos in my eye, I have let time escape from me.
If you let us, we’ll unwind the falsehoods knotted in your mind.
Green glow in the night so calmly hovering outside. In the promise of the light, there is the unidentified.
If you let us, we’ll unwind the falsehoods knotted in your mind.
For the sake of knowledge and the pursuit of progress, we’ll seek to find the truth in darkness.
I face fate alone; the passage will not give me fear. I will not miss all I have known, as I am swept away from here.
If you let us, we’ll unwind the falsehoods knotted in your mind.
For the sake of knowledge and the pursuit of progress, we’ll seek to find the truth in darkness.
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