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Ghola
02:52
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I've got metallic eyes,
See through time,
Calculating with a mentat's mind,
Playing chess behind enemy lines,
I can see you clearly, but what am I?
All at once, the shroud is lifted from my face,
The nothingness recedes as the light of life takes shape,
A calculated childhood of carnelian days,
The father's weaponized the son and sent him back,
Reborn in Holy Purpose.
My destiny's the distance that I traveled through the stars,
Adrift among the dunes, I approach the prescient master on his throne.
I am the past that is present,
I am the friend that a foe has sent.
So I'm back again,
Born to serve again,
I am the master's hand that does not understand,
I am doomed by fate,
I think my name is Hate,
Oh, how grand, to be alive again!
I am the past that is present,
I am the friend that a foe has sent.
If my love is to where I'm tied,
If I were once another, then who am I?
I'm a long, long way from home,
And my vision's gray.
Behold my heart,
So cold, my hands.
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2. |
Carrier
02:39
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We built our world. Though silent, it meant everything,
So far away, our thoughts would merge, encoding our dreams.
I touched your face but it was just a vision on a screen,
Distant clouds were darkening, way out across the sea.
Face of glass; what are we?
Fragile and cold; becoming.
Expressions are fixed,
This wasn’t our dream.
Hey, I’m having a breakdown on the eve of Halloween,
This unreality is starting to affect the way I see.
You tell your friends you have to go, you’re feeling slightly green,
I explain the best I can, we say goodbye with only text to grieve.
Face of glass; what were we?
Fragile and cold; becoming.
Expressions were fixed,
This wasn’t our dream.
Faces of glass; becoming real.
Fragile but here; welcoming.
Expressions are fixed,
This wasn’t our dream.
Now, here at the end of all things,
We tried our best, or at least that’s what I’d like to believe.
When our eyes align but I don’t feel a thing,
You’ve got me calling a doctor.
Nothing but her body’s close to me,
You’ve got me calling a doctor.
When you text me “miss you” in the middle of the night,
You’ve got me calling a doctor.
I just stay in bed, I just stay in bed,
Calling a doctor.
I just stay in bed, I just stay in bed,
Calling a doctor.
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3. |
Subspace
03:36
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Come in.
I'm sending this home, hoping it reaches;
The home I used to know, the one with the yellow sun.
I'm not expecting contact, just hoping this reaches.
I wonder if they'll remember me.
Because I'm different now;
Maybe from sleepless years, time I spent mourning a new horizon.
Looking at landscapes crumble and cascade,
Into profound conversations with myself.
I've seen the strings.
Lumbering giants and their delicate moons,
Entangled in an orbital romance.
I know gravity as an emotion.
I think only in frequency,
To dream and collapse into energy.
But I'm not sending this because I learned something.
I'm transmitting because I loved someone,
And I wonder if she'll remember me.
I see her under a breath of neon, tilting.
We flow as whispers in the spectrum.
A smattering of scattered ions are my only memory,
Of a molecular crush.
I peek beyond the curtain and peer into the void.
The velvet endless blackness reaches out to touch my face,
I fall.
I'm here,
And I see you floating.
There's nothing I can do.
I'm trapped in the subspace.
You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?
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4. |
The Joys
02:41
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There was error,
There were channels,
To move across the sky,
From beating heart to beating heart,
A scandal is replied,
I love you, declines,
Into a separate vow,
Your stomach slows with swallowed stones as anchor,
My gilded turn betrays,
Your wilted, learned dismay,
For pieces I’ve collected on my own.
These journals from years ago,
Galaxies sewn into the binding,
They want more,
She needs more than I have in store.
You can find me at the old cafe,
Holding on to an accolade,
My body on the sidewalk ,
Screaming for rest it breathes, it turns.
I’ll be waiting where the sunbeams play,
Gamma rays on the epsilon,
And still I hoped there was more to life than this.
Of course there is,
Of course there is,
Of course there is.
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