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1. |
Hour of the Wolf
01:59
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2. |
The Music of Chance
05:12
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LYRICS
They met by chance. His alarm had failed.
He was late for his train, so he caught the 8:15.
And one week prior, she’d crashed her car.
No major injuries (that bleed), but holes were left in her.
Now without a car, she sat on the train.
He sat opposite, as few seats remained.
She sank in a book (it) distracts from her pain.
He opens a book, both covers the same.
They read inside their own minds.
Their knees touch, abrupt, in real time
eyes arise from words, to face to face,
to glimpse (and) apologise with grace.
And then retreat to the safe page.
But when eyes met the glance would stay.
Become a stare. A moment shared.
A future born between the pair.
They broke into smiles, exchanged pleasantries.
Eyes lowered to books, then acknowledging
that they read the same and they loved that same,
Reflect on the train what they hate the same.
They talk to the end and pledge to engage
each other again, same train, next day.
He’d catch the late train throughout that whole week,
just to be with her, just to hear her speak.
Soon their time apart reduced to withdrawls.
Every free moment led to phone calls.
Gone from our world they built their own walls.
Lost in the bliss of it all.
Soon all they knew, was me, was you.
Their views askew. As one they grew.
It’s boy and girl versus the world.
All those opposed were wished to hell.
Hell.
They took the chance of the legal bond.
Swore ties for life, and before long
the seeds of contempt the familiar sows,
would not relent. Their quest to expose soon shows.....
....maudlin in the smiles. The fears of the brave.
Contempt in the kiss. Revolt in the slave.
The bad in the good. The flaws in the rose.
Details (once) overlooked, now are wounds exposed.
They read inside their own minds.
Never touch. No lust in their time.
Eyes don’t rise from words. It hurts to face
the hints that they have since replaced
their words with, when they ceased to say
the truth. When clear went shades of grey.
Their love removed. Their trust abused.
Now every move’s perceived (as) a ruse.
And their time apart’s reduced to relief.
Reduced to the art to sneak, like a thief.
To reclaim a self. Recoil from the world.
That which they’d created they would dispel.
But tenuous links they’d forged from distate
of much of mankind just held them in place.
They’d not separate. The familiar sows
seeds sprouting to great comfort in what one knows
(in what one knows).
And it was beautiful how, despite contempt for each other,
They would find solace in their hatred of most others.
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3. |
Hand That's Dealt
03:37
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LYRICS
The product of an environment bereft
of lucid ambitions, beyond how best to forget
the pain of the trappings of the passionless,
can soon resolve dead ends when primed for focused quests.
(hand that’s dealt)
The product of an environment indulged
in fiscal excess, can also come to know
the pain of the life of the misdirected.
Spoilt for choice does not mean the choice is right for them.
(hand that’s dealt)
(chorus)
Hand that’s dealt
Best play to win, for you’ll lose if views are removed from the truths
Of the hand that’s dealt
For a poker face is better off replaced with lucid honest traits
Of the hand that’s dealt
For the luck of the draw equates more to the partial, than to the all
Of the hand that’s dealt
For a poker face is better off replaced.
The product of an environment ingrained
with the guilt of sin, (with) the pressure of the blame,
the shame, of the life of the tethered lamb of god,
can boil into a life of hedonistic excess
(hand that’s dealt)
The product of an environment poisoned
by violence and fear at the hands of a guardian,
can blame themselves, if they are raised to never see
the point of view, how life without abuse could be.
(hand that’s dealt)
(repeat chorus)
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4. |
Decay
04:43
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LYRICS
Man made. Designed to withstand unknown time.
Monuments to the mind. Chambers to the hive.
Once primed to host commerce. Or abodes, until adverse
economic climates eviscerate them, silent.
Until the architectural corpse resurrects, through the miracle of decay.
Skin like paint peels away. Reveals flesh toned brick core.
Metals return to the browns of earth. Rust is like raw dirt.
(it) Paints its murals. Itself (is) its own tools.
It strips the past away.
The beauty of decay.
In contrast with man himself, dereliction enhanced aesthetics.
In contrast with man himself, the decrepit eschewed pathetic.
(repeat parts 1&2)
Statues worn through leprous decay. Limbs fell away.
All whites now grey, brown or green shades.
Wires left in pseudo botanical bouquets fall.
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5. |
Up in Smoke
07:12
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LYRICS
He found himself in the opaque resin of a brass two hit.
Never thought to look there before.
And he didn’t like what he saw.
No.
(chorus)
When self perception blows through the smoke, and shatters the mirrors,
So that the reflection, once singular, now numbers in the hundreds.
And as he was subject to the scrutiny of his own eyes,
hundreds of times at the once, he felt the most oppressing sense of disapproval.
It was all he could do to stop everything.
Stop.
(repeat chorus)
It was like a dissection. An invasive procedure.
He saw the waste at the core.
The remains from the flames, repugnant.
Disdained. Ashamed they were his all.
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6. |
Faith
01:03
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LYRICS
With all the fore-sight of a grand master,
plotting ten steps ahead’s the way I approach each day.
Contriving events that will suit my gain.
Refrain from innocent distractions.
I focus.
I will manipulate all that’s perceived as fate.
All thoughts I’ll instigate. All actions I’ll dictate.
I will digest the elements with unparalleled scrutiny.
And when man and earth are mine, I will force my will on the planets.
I will instigate strategic conflict with the galaxy.
Stars will become mere pawns. Venus my queen. Neptune king.
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8. |
Domino Architect
04:42
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LYRICS
The reward was in the fall. It sounded so absurd.
To build to destroy. Like farmers raise a herd
to slay, to feed. But that effect’s lasting.
See the tragedy of this is it’s gone near instantly.
Might briefly resurrect it as water cooler talk.
But it’s just like a bully kicks your sand-castle and walks.
Domino architect. Victim and assailant bound as one.
Domino architect. Treat the wall with respect.
Treat each fall like a death. Like each death’s worth respect.
The tragic’s camouflaged by a ruse of innocence.
The smiles conceal the loathing at the heart of each event.
That moment you’d most fear, one thousand stones to lay.
Nine hundred, ninety nine done. The thousandth starts to sway.
Your breath escapes. You flail.....too late.
A premature ending. Abuse ejaculates.
Domino architect. Victim and assailant bound as one.
I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept this.
I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept success.
I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept this.
I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept this.
I would be the prankster, saboteur. Discreetly intercept success.
Domino architect. Treat the wall with respect.
Treat each fall like a death. Like each death’s worth respect.
The tragic’s camouflaged by a ruse of innocence.
The smiles conceal the loathing at the heart of each event.
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9. |
Good World Gone Bad
04:59
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LYRICS
Good, gone, bad
There’s so much bad in the greatest of good.
A crippling insult in all honest compliments.
Those who’ll reap benefits mourn as a victim that instant (instant).
Like some serve another to best serve themselves.
An altruist/narcissist, greed for the goodness
of reaping rewards from the sowing of seeds to feed need.
(pre chorus)
It’s a good world gone bad. Bright girl gone mad.
Silk shirt gone plaid. Palm turned clenched hand.
Good, gone, bad
There’s so much bad in the greatest of good.
A crippling insult in all honest compliments.
Those who’ll reap benefits mourn as a victim that instant (instant).
(repeat pre chorus)
(chorus)
There’s degrees of bad in hell for those that fell.
The best of bad’s a good, it’s all contextual.
There’s degrees of good in those who ascend.
The weakest good’s an evil when there’s cast judgement.
Repent.
(repeat)
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10. |
The Gamble
01:40
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11. |
The Score
03:19
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LYRICS
This is how they’ll fuck you.
You go to a club, pub or any place
where the girls display what is your taste.
Socialize with social lies that
represent you better than that true crap.
Spin a line to a girl who likes you.
She suggests you leave as a pair to
visit your place. In her embrace,
to a taxi, straight for your home base.
And in transit she texts. Sending as you arrive.
And you pay it no mind as you welcome her.....
....into your home. You smell her perfume.
She excuses herself to your bathroom.
Many minutes pass. You sit in silence
with your patience stretched by your intents.
(the) still is shattered by your doorbell.
(you) shout “I hadn’t planned guests” out to the girl.
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12. |
Snake Eyes
04:33
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LYRICS
The snakes eyes....
...will speak of loss. Of cash, or the cost of all.
The fall from that ultimate height.
(fulfilled life)
Hypnotizing, like carrots on string.
Addicts gambling like skill was something.
Victimizing. Victims left writhing.
Their pain’s easy prey to enslave.
First the fire, then lies. The pain then the fall.
Poisons feed wounds of disease.
Coerced by venoms to repeat defeat
as the pyres bleed flames of the greed,
it’s ashes all scatter like sowing the seeds of disease.
First the fire, then lies. The pain then the fall.
Snakes eyes are warning signs.
They’ll topple the scales of reptilians hide,
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