1. |
Windy Blue
03:13
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i guess i'd rather just be
caught in an endless daydream
than stuck on this side of the coin
another battle lost to my shadow
i never quite get away
thoughts trickle like drops on the windshield
will i ever see?
will the ship sail by the time i unveil
my curtained reverie
any second, i'll get a little restless
and put it all to bed
tell me it's all in my head
look around, nobody's left
ooh, it seems killing time is all i do
riding the windy blue
forever denying the truth
ooh, i'm only floating right out of your view
the clock's ticking and i spend it all reminiscing
on a fading memory
listen
i'll tell you a story filled with fallacies
through a broken time machine
we vanish eternally
ooh, it seems killing time is all i do
riding the windy blue
floating like a hot air balloon
anywho..
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2. |
Tightrope
03:32
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with a head in the clouds
drops the dead cigarette from his mouth
jack tiptoes up and down the tightrope
he's made a killing
for supervillains
falling victim to the superstitions
jack's lonely
but conversation's flowing
watch 'em take, take, take
take it right to the grave
because if you want it
you can have it, right this way
memories overflowing
empty towers growing
mind-numbing wind is blowing right through your ears
but true love is the only thing you'll never replace
right this way
as a matter of fact
it's a balancing act
balance isn't for free
they ask jack, with a face like that
once again,
why so sad?
catching a glimpse down below
you'll see how old you have grown
you can be anything you want not to be
and that's guaranteed
one last trip up the tightrope
the wind continues to blow
and fall
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3. |
The Final Boss
03:13
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'neath the hollow tree
in a pixelated dream
you were only pressing start
nature's in disguise
poison's on the rise
the landscape, it's rather strange
this time of day
cue the countdown
hope you love the summer
soak up the sunset
what a picture
look upon a skyline
cut off by the clouds
meadows coated green
in a world of make-believe
where the truth is customized
microcosmic glitch
the sky's caving in
loving and despair selling like there's no tomorrow
data points step into the rhythm
life's spent augmenting the game over screen
so welcome, pleasure to have you
now defeat the final boss
here he come
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4. |
Wither 1
00:57
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5. |
Sebastian
02:34
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i'm a cartoon man
as happy as a clam
neither here nor there
i'm a canvas for a haphazard hand
it's mighty strange
ina tapestry
of colors, lines, and me
no liminal space
my meaning is up to your beliefs
and it's mighty strange
to my chagrin
i'm a victim of your pen
i can be your needs and your troubles
i'm only what you understand
but i'm lonely too
that world beyond
where reality responds
am i something more than a pastiche?
where is it i belong?
but it's up to you
ooh i do the numbers
but i'm not well
ooh i do the numbers
i'm not well
distortion, out of proportion
i just couldn't tell
i am the show
but you never throw a bone
you think you're clever
but you're a little on the nose
and it's mighty strange
these shadows watch me through windows
these vibrant colors smear the page with the thickest strokes
makeup's running, i clean it up alone
ooh i do the numbers
but i'm not well
ooh those pretty numbers
i'm not well
distortion, out of proportion
i just couldn't tell
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6. |
Storm in a Teacup
02:52
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gotta take my own advice
gotta look those storm clouds dead in the eye
gotta shed deadweight to fly
so i'm taking a tailspin at a nosedive
january's gone
stories echo into oblivion
trade my love for what is all but lost
wrong was the time
leaving us dead on the vine
and now we're forever intertwined
it was real, but deceivingly
as my imagination bleeds for that memory
it's up to me
february's gone
stories echo into oblivion
trade my love for precious time withdrawn
imaginary, arbitrary
pass my love, because none of us have very long
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7. |
Iridescent Gloom
02:23
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new day
sunbeams on my face
teasing me from outer space
am i half asleep or barely awake?
soaking up that vitamin d
as i bid farewell to what could've been
c'mon sweet darling
time to get out of that rut
sunday morning passes through my imprisoned brain
and disperses into iridescent gloom
iridescent gloom
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8. |
Wither 2
01:18
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9. |
World of Mirrors
03:41
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isn't it weird in a world of mirrors?
you're switching those gears all alone, in fear
a shadow's embrace might alleviate for a second
(a second)
isn't it weird wearing your veneer
but what's hidden has become very clear
leave it half-baked for the love of the game
it's a passion
look at the reflection
welcome imperfection
a half-redressed confession
but you're feeling so alone
to the center of attention
you're under the impression
that this is true affection
but you're alone
isn't it weird in a world of mirrors
you're switching those gears out of tears
easing the pain with the cold embrace of reaction
(reaction)
you're giving yourself a clean bill of health
well, you can fog your own mirrors
with the smoke you catch and send it back
but nobody cares
it'll all disappear with a whimper
anybody
is anybody there?
is anybody there?
somebody
is anybody there?
somebody
is anybody there?
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10. |
4 AM Spotlight
03:20
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don't say much
you'll say less stupid things
what a fool-proof plan
now the mic's in your hand
so once all that skin is shed
and the guts, and the milk
are spilled on the dash
maybe then we'll ease up
but for now, full speed ahead
now i've spent my whole life
just waiting for the perfect time
for some kind of pseudo-reveal
for a minute, my dreams seem real
quietly sat in the corner
and on discreet, lucid horror
won't you come join the group?
and as haunted thoughts taunt your budding mind
uninvited cameos
every last one of your words
well, it's a long and lonely drive
the lost past, romanticized
but nothing will obstruct my view now
at last, i'm leaving town
i'm laying all my cards on the table
my luck turns around on this next roll
i can't forget
'til you forget
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11. |
The Ocean
02:19
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i wanna swim in the ocean
dreams of salt on my skin
i can wait
but my patience might be wearing thin
i'd breeze into obscurity
wash up on another shore
i can wait
but i don't have the time anymore
oh yeah
oh yeah
both my eyes on the ocean
oh how i would love to fly
as you plunge, i can no longer be at your side
so goodbye
goodbye
goodbye
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