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Balance
03:35
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All the voices speak to me
They talk about the place where I should be
But I'm not ubiquitous
Though I wish I was
The time and the silence got on me their claws
Projection, projection
Should I go this way?
Words, sounds and melodies
Define what I say
My spirit goes in strange thoughts
I drink a beer and maybe two shots
I can wander when I’m not lucid
My body is borderless and fluid
I’m like Lord Chandos, maybe I should get some sleep
I’ll drink moon's milk; may the balance guide me
Why do I always rumble and talk with no sense
The words get stuck and I want them to dance
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2. |
Denial
03:01
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What's inside your closed fist?
What water are you giving me?
What am I drinking?
Why am I still thirsty?
What is this trick?
What's inside your closed fist?
You know I like it thick
You know it has to be big
Denial has to be big
What is this trick?
Tell me what you’re hiding
You’re building a memory
Do you think it might be deep?
Denial has to be big
What is this trick?
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3. |
Talk In Dreams
03:55
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I’m holding you
I'm caressing me
It's easier for us to talk in dreams
I’m holding me
I’m caressing you
The fire of my mind burns for you too
The beast sitting next to us
She wants us to feed her
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4. |
Hollowed Out
04:16
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We could’ve done it differently
But we get oblique all the time
And you can say…
There is something more
To when hands that hold the words
When those hands don’t work
When those hands don’t work
But maybe those words
Should travel untouched
Probably hollowed out
Probably hollowed out
Leaving a scent trail
From my mouth to yours
From your nose to mine
Probably hollowed out
Probably hollowed out
Hollowed out
These words are hollowed out
We get oblique all the time
And you can say there is something more
But these words are probably hollowed out
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5. |
Cellular Sky
03:57
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Don’t leave the room
Today we’re going
Into the night
It is not easy
When everything seems
Oh, so light
Cause all we have
Is glued to our skin
Because all we have
is in these four walls
Which will remain for many more years
Unlike you and me
Turn off the lights
Give me that gesture
That wants to express
Give me that nothing
Give me that nothing
You got it right
Cause all we have
Is glued to our skin
Because all we have
is in these four walls
Which will remain for many more years
Unlike you and me
We can enter the night
We just have to stay in
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We are both here
For better and for worse
And if you only talk
To get a response
Maybe we, maybe we…
Maybe we are not understanding each other
You say you live at night
But have you seen it yet?
You say you want to amuse me
but look at my mouth
Do I look like I'm laughing?
You say you can't help but desire like this
But all I can see is your body twisting
You say you look at me with your open eyes
But are you looking at my body?
I can see that you don't like this?
Yet here you are
Now I'm laughing
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7. |
Our Fear
03:11
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If you would listen to me
You would already know
Everything that is happening…
I can't chase the glow
If you can’t listen to me,
It's useless to speak
To the wind, like there’s something
That could really change
Our fear is the same
Our flame is the same
But… But not really
Will it ever change?
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8. |
Greedy
03:21
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You make me greedy but it's not your fault
It's your reflection, your confident walk
This seems eternal…
And when I try to contain myself
Where is my bed and my common sense?
I hope you see me
I can't be with you or with myself
What is this sound?
It never ends
How can we be talking about the same?
Look at my hands, I don’t recognize them
I never knew if you were my friend
You think you hear me with all this mess
Time goes by and I'm away
And all that noise is still in my head
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9. |
Hectic
06:48
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I’ve already been there
You are here in every prayer
From each fallen eyelash
We make a new clean crystal glass
And it grows it grows
It’s getting close
Don’t tell me anymore that I don’t know how to speak
Can’t you see we’re burning?
The flames will give way to the morning
You don’t care about the wreckage
How can you avoid every message?
Something cannot be exceeded
When there is no edge
You don’t need it
Each word is selected
This is getting hectic
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