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Composer
04:33
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Rewrite; let's start with a blank canvas.
With one eye on the listener,
Put hands to wood, notes to work.
Unfazed by split opinion,
But you remain so inviting.
Letters confused and overflowing.
With one eye upon the listener,
We try not to lose our sound.
Do you write for yourself? (Write, rewrite)
Do you write for another? (Write)
Is the air we breathe the music we hear?
A flicker of reaction,
Puts nerves to rest, And breaks the trend.
To embrace the apprehension,
You'll still remain so inviting.
Phrases reworked, and words re-written.
What the fuck are we meant to do, stop?
These fragments in place of fortune,
Aim to escape collapse.
But scattered from their parts,
They'll realign to form again,
Take shapes of better things to come.
It doesn't come easy. (They'll realign)
You're so quick to pull apart.
(I don't care I like this one)
We just have to play for ourselves,
To ourselves.
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Snakes On Paper
04:42
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The light inside is broken, but it turns out I still work.
You shift through the years, and turn statues to eyesores.
Change? You never had a chance.
We pray for this. If you could have your way we'd de-evolve.
We pray, we pray.
You care for your son or your daughter
(Learn their lessons for them),
Kept behind candle wax walls
(Eyes covered by your mouth).
Feet chained to the words,
Hands suspended by stone cords (By stone cords).
Do you do good, for him?
Did you notice our change? You stay tied to your ways.
Thoughtless snakes on paper.
Did you notice our change? You stay tied to your ways.
You know what? You've earned it.
Whatever heaven sent was never meant, until it fits.
Whatever heaven sent was never meant.
Cherry-pick your verse.
Do you notice our change? You're still tied to your ways.
Thoughtless snakes on paper.
Do you notice our change? You're still tied to your ways.
Atavistic lines of code.
It won't take long, to show them to their new hell.
Why don't you teach them to disagree?
Think for themselves, Evaluate.
You won't notice our change, we'll keep learning new ways.
Shed our skins and move on.
When you see the future, do you feel our wonder?
We can't wait to see.
What are morals without free will?
When good deeds rewarded,
Bad acts punished.
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Skyline
04:48
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Brace yourself for impact,
This will all feel like slow motion.
And fall with grace, displace those limbs,
Embrace the warmth that's burning from the sun.
A glimmer on the skyline,
Crashes down into the depths of broken blues.
Your final step from solid ground delayed.
This time you realise, Final seconds, focused on the Skyline.
When you refuse to turn the tide,
There'll be nothing left to speak of.
And no one can accept,
That we’ve drowned before we’ve hit the water.
This always felt like slow motion
Limbs displaced. Final seconds focused.
And through the vacant free fall,
There's a lining to the hindsight.
This masquerade, this final pose,
Held up at skies above.
This time you realise, Final seconds, focused on the Skyline.
When you refuse to turn the tide,
There'll be nothing left to speak of.
And no one can accept,
That we’ve drowned before we’ve hit the water.
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