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dharma drinks with devils in the darkest of deep
disease has got me dripping from the habit of dreams
of dancing with the dirty things we do but don't keep
ourselves from drowning in desires of dissolving seams
we stab away at clocks while we hear our own voices talk
karma kills kids and keeps these coffins clean
can we call it evil can the end create means?
carried over consciousness is kept but not keen
to the confusion and chaos keeping us from being seen
we stab away at clocks and hear our old voices talk
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Portrait of a fool
02:37
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Now I don’t want to play the fool anymore
Us jesters never get dealt a fair hand in court
Im growing quite weary from singing your blues for you
So restless and TIRED of breaking in your shoes
We have walked for miles, tattered our bones on jagged stones
At the end I see light but deep inside still feel alone
Because the darkness of your heart can shadow out this whole world
Dissipate into the black hole your inhumanities’ unfurled
Now there’s no hope for life. There is no hope for peace
There is no truth in freedom in our modern society
There is no chance to prosper no real since of community
Unless we change within ourselves then we’re all part of the disease
You know I don’t want to be the portrait of blame
But time and time again open minds are mistook for insane
all the prevalent voices from the present and the past
in there time mocked and shunned but still their efforts outlast
controlled media’s nature to label as radical thought
its discerning just how many civilians beliefs can be bought
so as useless as it seams until im taken by force
ill sing truth from the bottom of my heart to the top of my vocal chords
Now there’s no hope for life. There is no hope for peace
There is no truth in freedom in our modern society
There is no chance to prosper no real since of community
Unless we change within ourselves then we’re all part of the disease
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is every day just a puzzle piece to passing time
where the pieces fit together but the picture's painted white
a bleak existence dont you know it is a CRIME
but my passion seems to lost all sense of time
a wise man once told me but i never wrote it down
keep record of your dreams and it all makes sense now
the second hand keeps moving but the minute gear is jammed
the hour's ticking patiently back toward where it began
but its memory, has been lost
have no idea how much these repairs will cost
i had to take it seriously laugh it off as a joke
cause nothing is as it seems, and thats my only hope
and once again, it all drifts away...
a twisted forest lines the outskirts of my MIND
these dark and narrow pathways make the answers hard to find
the question drifts downstream but the stream just loops around
the answers beyond the dream but this dream's on rocky ground
a wise man once told me but i never wrote it down
keep record of your dreams and it all makes sense now
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They say whatever happens it happens
and such is such and that its just life
At any moment you could get cut down
in the streets by a hungry mans knife
don’t waste your time stressing the little things
All the secrets that keep you up late at night
Caus’ your mistakes are all that make you interesting
And only you can know for you what is right
Time stands by no man I have heard before
And I believe because every living thing dies
So I wont waste my time counting down the days
And saving money for an unpromised life
Ive heard the world could end now on any day
And ill be lucky if its that long I survive
experiences and the people you have them with
Are the only things that really make you alive
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the reason we need acceptance is so we dont go to far
i never opened my own doors they were always just left ajar
dont look to deep into your reflection or you'll burn out like a star
so i make patterns on the floor of my favorite empty bar
where smoke lingers like the time when questions are never asked
many tales are told but their purpose is too blatant to grasp
so i struggle with every rhyme that never seems to last
and my words have grown so old i feel they're living in the past
but the mirror speaks so clearly now i dont even believe a word
that is whispered frantically in tongues and is rarely even heard
though its vocal chords are strained to distracted ears it's blurred
we should have been more indirect, their hold on you is absurd
the point in all relation is to weigh boundaries depth
how far can you push before there aint no patience left?
mania spawns elation and it's too much to digest
parasitic to the core but Darwinism does suggest
in such an inadvertent manor if i own the right intent
theres no reason to distinguish between memories and things i invent
although im broke in field of answers i stole the tools to convince
myself i've been relinquished of the idioisms we failed to prevent
but the mirror speaks so clearly now i dont even believe a word
that is whispered frantically in tongues and is rarely even heard
though its vocal chords are strained to distracted ears it's blurred
we should have been more indirect, their hold on you is absurd
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