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Last But Fleeting Breath
03:47
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Standing here above the clouds,
You're looking down, you see the crowds.
They're wandering through a selfish haze,
Morals latent, greed ablaze.
A profit does not feed your soul,
It drains your heart, it kills your goals.
And if you sell yourself to him,
He will take more than you can give.
When your greed has sucked up all,
That you can see and touch and feel.
It will turn its ugly head around,
And wrestle you into the ground.
Will you reach down from way up high,
And pull me up into the sky?
If I should lose my way,
And get sucked into this cursed place.
With your last but fleeting breath,
When your body's broken, your dreams are dead.
Will you think back to business deals?
To nifty sales and goddamn steals?
You cannot hide from your regrets,
When memories are all that you have left.
Your money is meaningless,
We do not take it with us.
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Take It Back
03:43
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The greatest barrier to the progress of humanity
Is anonymity and productivity.
For fashionable trinkets, we sell our lives, we sell our time.
We cannot buy it back.
Separated from consequence,
We're innocents, we do not see our faults.
Drifting through our apathy,
We're hidden from results.
When you seek the truth behind the smoke and mirrors,
Do not shield your eyes.
If you ignore what they might see,
The perception in you dies.
If we continue to ignore the signs,
The ground beneath our feet subsides.
Don't sell your future to this fate,
It's ours, it's theirs; we share all your mistakes.
We must take it back.
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Wandering Ghosts
03:45
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here is a ghost who wanders on the shore,
Who doesn't know where he is going anymore.
The choices past, that couldn't last, are calling.
There's a golden ghost sitting on the stair.
He cannot see us, he does not know he's there.
His body's golden but his heart is cold, I do not listen.
There is a ghost who wanders in the desert.
He has no voice, he's lost without his shepherd.
He's strong and proud, but his arrogance and ignorance are defining.
You know sometimes, when I'm all alone,
The wandering ghosts follow me home.
When they're here, they steer me clear of danger.
There is a ghost who wanders on the shore,
Who doesn't know where he is going anymore.
The choices past, that couldn't last are calling.
The choices past, that couldn't last are calling.
The choices past, that couldn't last are calling.
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Noplacia
03:10
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I was running by moonlight, though I could barely see the ground.
I was following in footsteps, plotting my path with their sounds.
And now the morning's breaking, my life is my making.
Is it just by chance, that we choose a stance?
Or is it by fate, in some pre-defined state?
It's through observations and in our conversations.
A place where every wiseman goes.
Noplacia was once my name, that is, a place where no one goes.
Plato's Republic now I claim to match, or beat at its own game;
For that was just a myth in prose, what he wrote of, I became,
Of men and wealth and laws, of a solid frame.
A place where every wiseman goes;
Goplacia is now my name.
Come follow me, where we go there are no roads.
Come follow me, where we go there are no roads.
Come follow me, where we go there are no roads.
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Illegitimate Claims
03:20
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The least able to bear the burden,
Are forced to live in poverty.
Take the medicine of austerity or leave,
We need you to pay for the chains that hold you down.
Those who hold fortunes wield power,
Through the funding of the only choices.
The link is implied by the system itself.
The puppets on gold strings enact the will of their masters.
They're illegitimate claims: usurpers, pretenders.
Power is not given, it's taken.
The link is implied by the system itself.
The puppets on gold strings enact the will of their masters.
They're illegitimate claims: usurpers, pretenders
Power is not given, it's taken.
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The Coming Storm
03:03
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Of our own admission, we're living with clouded vision.
Keep your eyes closed for the coming storm.
By their reckoning, the pace is quickening.
Keep your head down for the coming storm.
Make the hard choices, to unite our scattered voices.
Dig your heels in for the coming storm.
We're digging our own graves, we're naked and shaved.
So rise up before the coming storm.
So rise up before the coming storm.
So rise up before the coming storm.
Trapped by the spiders web, wriggle free and take to the streets.
Together we can halt the coming storm.
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