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Oh, The Hole
05:03
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Don't you see where I'm at?
I'm in a cavity,
locked in my brain.
And there's poetry
And apathy.
I lack emotion
I lack a care for grace.
There is no god in my soul,
I'm an empty, hallow soul.
Oh, the hole,
You look so bold,
Dangling there with your crystal wings.
You reverberate,
In this heartless gate.
Where I let all my emotions fly like birds under the midnight sky.
In my heart where you stay,
Your body will lay.
Over and under and so far you've sundered
Ice cold glair,
No more hair,
Boy you are blading, I wonder what do you feel?
I could rip my heart out,
I could tear my soul to shreds
And go to bed and sleep tight,
The wind won't bring me above the midnight sky.
I will stroke your hair with the utmost delicacy
I love the way you smile,
The way you laugh.
I miss you way you hold me.
I'll put my mind in a land,
Far away from cares and worries.
Trap my in your jukebox,
Play those tunes 'til I grow tired.
In my heart where you stay,
Your body will lay.
Over and under and so far you've sundered
Ice cold glair,
No more hair,
Boy you are blading, I wonder what do you feel?
I could rip my heart out,
I could tear my soul to shreds
And go to bed and sleep tight,
The wind won't bring me above the midnight sky.
I'm numb to the key of love.
Pull me under
I ate your fruit,
And entered all your nutrients in my veins
You won't come again.
So stretch your love
And stretch your grace,
I no longer want your face.
Only your memories of perfect existence.
Stretch your grace,
Stretch your brain,
I own your mind.
I own a monopoly of all that you see.
I am your visual receptors,
Call me your leader.
Your fuehrer.
Your master.
All that lives and dwells
I am all that lives and dwells
I'll snap back to reality.
A sober flash of apathy
I am the professional degrader,
I'll make you feel like nothing really matters.
When all you can care of is your own self appearance,
You're self help and ignorance.
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The conductor was burning thural herbs
Instead of coal
To keep the engine running.
The torque was strong,
The rotation was healthy.
Even the rust was subject to melting.
Heat would seise for simply a moment,
As friction would usurp the cold incoming.
I never knew a man with such horrible passion,
The conductor drank toxins from a gutteriform contraption.
Throw gears before the toque,
There's no use in running here
Inertia doesn't serve the fleet foot,
Only heavy souls are granted passage.
Consume the fuel to feed the fire.
Conserve the fossils before you tire.
Follow the families on their way home,
Make comfort in housing on the clad-iron road.
Moreover, the exit is blocked by debris
The country's drift and its unforgiving breeze
Is known to buckle knees and make the mightiest plead,
Throw gears before the torque
There's no use in running here
Inertia doesn't serve the fleet foot
Only heavy souls are granted passage
I control the storm
With the Tempest at my left and Poseidon at my right
I control the strong
With destruction at my left and order at my right
Throw gears before the toque,
There's no use in running here
Inertia doesn't serve the fleet foot,
Only heavy souls are granted passage.
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3. |
Root Beer Float
03:06
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Surfing through time, I can't pass through this.
How about life in a tethered existence?
Slaving for hours just to break notice.
When will our thoughts wrinkle and rot?
Grappling with time, I can't pass through this
How about life, in a tethered existence?
Slaving for hours just to break notice.
When will our thoughts wrinkle and rot?
I don't think words would do you justice,
Only action.
Swift and unrehearsed.
Watch me grow.
Tell me I'm old when I'm young
And young when I'm old.
I don't think words would do justice
Sever the ties, follow the leader
I can't see straight, I'm liquored and wet.
Swimming though dreams.
Hopes to my knees.
I don't think words would do you justice,
Only action.
Swift and unrehearsed.
Watch me grow.
Tell me I'm old when I'm young
And young when I'm old.
I forgot to be
The only sobering thing.
That brings you back
To bloom in the spring.
I wish you'd surface,
Surface.
Float
Float
Upward.
I don't think words would do justice.
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4. |
Indicator
04:17
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Feel as the old man does,
Weathered and withered from frost,
And all of the must.
Flow as the river goes,
Tear down the sentiment that blocks your entitlement.
I own the mind of God,
If we are deities than hell's self induced.
We craft it's landscape.
Feel as the old man does,
Withered and weathered from lust
And all of the dust
That grows on bones of sloth,
Fein gluttony
And hedonistic dreams
Set fire to family.
Feel as he does,
A sinner and fuck,
That purely messed up.
He's no longer young,
youthful or healthy,
useful or needed,
sane or creedent.
No, no decay,
No early grave.
I promise you greatness and grandiose freedom.
There's treasure for you,
Volcanic gold shoes,
Obsidian trophies and hell fire smiles.
You've painted your landscape with acrylic nightmares.
I pray for you plagues and fallacies one day.
Only the finest treasures for you,
My God and my babe,
We're in love with a concept.
No, don't stop now,
This is no time to halt those legs.
Hold your chin up, boy,
You must go on to live another day.
No, don't stop now,
This is no time to halt those legs.
Hold your chin up youthful young boy,
You must go on to live another day.
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5. |
Leaves
02:36
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Leaves, leaves
All around me
Crushing beneath the weight of my figure.
I'll exert the force
If you put forth the time.
I've had long conversations
On a wooden bench to the side of a side walk.
If you were on a side walk,
What side of the sidewalk would you be on?
Keep my key.
Take these melodies so far away from me.
I have no need for these vocal chords of mine.
Calm as the sea,
This can all wait 'til the morning.
Stay
Calm as the sea,
This can all wait 'til the morning.
Leaves, leaves
All around me
Crushing beneath the weight of my figure.
I'll exert the force
If you put forth the time.
I've had long conversations
On a wooden bench to the side of a side walk.
If you were on a side walk,
What side of the sidewalk would you be on?
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6. |
Going Halves on a Demon
02:46
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The scent is oh so evident,
The stench is oh so elegant
Divide the rope into three even pieces
And craft the trifecta of feeling perfection
Would you like to go halves on a demon?
I'll throw down my five if you throw down your mind.
The scent is oh so evident
The stench is oh so elegant
Divide the rope into three even pieces
And craft the trifecta of feeling perfection
Baby me 'cause i'm your baby
I miss you
(There's nothing so pure)
I love you
it's not like I've died,
You've just beautifully colored me alive.
Tangibility's a luxury
And I don't have such accommodations,
I'm lost without a physical representation.
Baby me 'cause I'm your baby
Would you like to go halves on a demon?
I'll throw down my five if you throw down your mind.
The scent is oh so evident
The stench is oh so elegant
Divide the rope into three even pieces
And craft the trifecta of feeling perfection
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Singularity Columbus, Ohio
We are Singularity. A five piece that pleases the ears, tickles the heart, and feeds the mind.
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