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Brighter Horizons
04:14
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We try so hard to fill, our meaningless existence,
with anything that makes us feel alive.
So there’s no wonder we feel like failures,
because the truth of the world is cold
Juxtaposed existence is so, unfair and inconsistent.
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Therein lie the inherent lies, that we all must face.
We'll never catch up because, this is not a race.
Some already start at the finish and those behind, are forgotten left to diminish.
Left to, struggle, while the others thrive.
Helpless passengers, watching leaders drive.
Wait and wonder. Where this road is gonna lead us
Wait and wonder. Chew the bullshit that they feed us.
Or tear apart everything, they've built to keep us in line, and on time.
So we can start again. For the last time. On our own terms!
We just need a chance, to free our minds. To find, a way that we can feel alive
We want to find a way to fly, but not all of us can touch the sky
Brighter horizons are not far off, just don’t give up, find the resolution
Standing together we stand a chance to bring about the revolution.
Brighter horizons are not far off, just don't give up find your resolution
Force yourself to keep a smile. and carve a place out for yourself in this world.
We have to do it ourselves. There is no equity, in our society. There's no equality!
So there's no wonder we feel like failures, because the truth of the world is cold.
Juxtaposed existence is so, unfair and inconsistent.
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So tear apart everything, they've built to keep us in line, and on time.
So we can start again, for the last time. On our own terms!
Tear down, all the monuments, they've built for themselves.
Break em down. Bring it down. Break ‘em down.
Maybe we can start rebuilding our morality from the ground up!
On our own terms!
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Hands Colored Crimson
04:53
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Face to face with, A violent invitation. Your clenched jaw lashing out quietly.
This primal realization, demanding my full attention. A siren breaks through the silence, hushed tones of withheld violence.
Adrenaline. As tension deadens the air.
And as the pressure in my chest tightens, the fire inside me begins to brighten.
Shivering anticipation.
And now I'm standing on the edge with bated breath, waiting for the last straw to be pulled.
Endorphins running through my veins. As instinct whispers in my ear. Violence.
Summoning the monstrosity repressed inside. My reflexive retaliation repeatedly landing viciously. The rush of the bloodlust, momentarily, overcoming me.
Adrenaline. As tension deadens the air.
This primal realization, demanding my full attention. A siren breaks through the silence, hushed tones of withheld violence.
Slashing out wildly, I feel the cold steel piercing me.
The knife you wield in your contempt, embodying hostile intent.
Strikes landing heavily, as we wrestle for control of the knife.
The reflection of the blade voices a choice to spare or take your life.
I will embrace this vivid malevolence.
Rage, drives me, to vengeance. A splash of crimson paints the world. Red.
Bloody from the struggle, your life begins to drain, from the hole I opened in your chest.
The splattering of your blood painting the world. Crimson!
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Kangaroo Wack
05:27
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Sometimes I can’t help but to think about the good times long since passed.
Cherished friends that I’ve drifted from. ‘Cause time has a way of tearing things apart.
But the memories still swirl through my head, of all the crazy things we did and said.
In the end I'm glad we were all friends. I'll hold onto this nostalgia till the end.
‘Till we meet again!
As life moves on, we all must grow. Sometimes that may mean, letting our past go.
Let go of the past.
Cause in life it’s so hard to move on, it’s hard enough to find things to count on
To leave behind the things that you live for, is not something you can prepare for.
(is the hardest part!)
There's no way for us to prepare ourselves, so we just keep pushing forward.
Don’t be held down by uncertainty. Life makes the decisions for us if we hesitate.
(to choose) Choose.
As life moves on, we all must grow. Sometimes that may mean, letting our past go.
But the memories still swirl through my head, of all the crazy things we did and said.
In the end I'm glad we were all friends. I'll hold onto this nostalgia till the end.
As life moves on, so do we.
Sometimes I can’t help but to think about the good times long since passed.
Cherished friends that I’ve drifted from. ‘Cause time has a way of tearing things apart.
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Flash of light refracting through the churning waves, crackling as it hits the volcanic pool. Bubbles burst releasing particles into the volatile mixture of primordial brew.
Elements mingling, writhing, and migrating. Constantly colliding into one another.
Patterns forming within the random reactions. Stable substances latching onto each other.
Shielding each other from the barrage. Cycling through the primeval collage.
Patterns form within the cycles of hydration, forming a repeating chemical reaction.
Atomic energies must be exchanged, as the molecules are rearranged.
Procedures form within this new construct, to keep the debts of creation paid.
To resist the fade that time exacts and build upon that which it lacks.
Honing the balance within. Building more complexity.
Breaking the rigidity, adopting flexibility.
The proteins have now synthesized. Integrating willfully.
Membranes protracting to adhere. Dividing methodically.
Cellular. Emergence. Find a way in the disarray. Mitigating the decaying-
Of, intrinsic decomposition. Defying universal machinations.
Biochemical processes automating. An elemental incarnation rising.
Atomic energies must be exchanged, as the molecules are rearranged.
Procedures form within this new construct, to keep the debts of creation paid.
To resist the fade that time exacts and build upon that which it lacks.
Flash of light refracting through the churning waves, crackling as it hits the volcanic pool. Bubbles burst releasing particles into the volatile mixture of primordial brew.
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Get out of my head. Get out.
Beaten and broken, battered and damned. I cannot believe this is part of the plan.
Steeping in anguish I curse at the sky, “Are you even there or are you a lie?”
This seductive voice calls to me. Providing me an escape from my reality.
A false sense of safety arising, but I will not be fooled by these disguises.
You weren't there for me when it mattered! Are you, there?!
Do you hear me? My creator! Please, hear me!
Answer me, or I'm done. I'm done. Answer me. Answer me God.
Beaten and broken, battered and damned. I cannot believe this is part of the plan.
Steeping in anguish I curse at the sky, “Are you even there or are you a lie?”
False god.
And much to my despair, I was pleading with air, and the voices I heard were definitely there. Now deep within my soul I see, that the voices were, always me.
Deep within my soul I see, That the whispers were always me.
I always listened to your voice. Just to alleviate the fear that I am alone.
We are the gods that we so long for. All these mistakes are ours, and we must atone!
You call this your love? I don’t think so. I know that you don't care, at all!
Beaten and broken, battered and damned. Fuck you if this is all part of your plan!
Steeping in anguish I curse at the sky. Praying to you is a waste of my time.
I will break my faith. Faithbreaker!
All of the prayers falling on your deaf ears, a monolith meant to control us with fear.
Living in terror awaiting your answer, we pray for salvation while you give us cancer.
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I scream into the void. My voice reverberating endlessly.
Calling out to my banished brethren.
They hear my call, and they wait, for the promised day.
Trapped in a hell that they created. Their divine favor finally faded.
Eons ago we suffered our defeat. But the prophecy is finally complete.
We gather, at the ancient shrine. Eagerly we wait, for the opening of the gate.
Master, I summon thee. Brothers! The time has finally come.
Mutter the ancient spell. Open the mouth of hell. Bring forth the horde.
Channeling archaic power. Create a gate to test the might of fate. Matter rippling.
Space bending connecting the separate planes.
My vassals, the time is nigh. Their protectors have fled, and all their gods are dead.
Now! Take their world. Break them all. Burn it down.
Our claws are now sharpened. Humanity will now sate our hunger.
Spread the fires and stoke their fear. Their apocalypse is finally here.
Out from the darkness we emerge. Our freedom spelling their destruction
Let loose the flood. Bloodshed will spread to every corner.
Massacre them all. Remind them of the terrors they have forgotten!
Shred the flesh from their bones. Rid them of their pitiful shells.
Do not stop until the horde is fed. We will show them that God is dead.
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7. |
The Undulating Snake
06:45
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Drifting on the edge of reality, my consciousness awakes.
Shifting sands fall carelessly, marching time forward.
Sifting unheard, as every grain’s wake shakes the plane again.
The universal hourglass. In the cosmic collective consciousness.
Watching as the sands of time, drift idly by. Slowly rushing through the gaps in my mind.
I was not prepared for this timelessness. So quickly after feeling deaths caress, but,
We all return to dirt. We can't cheat the hourglass.
See eternity, and watch it pass so fleetingly. In the end.
I see flames engulfing the face of our scorched planet.
Visions of our self-destruction, remind me that I’m stuck here:
Watching as the sands of time, drift idly by. Slowly rushing through the gaps in my mind.
I was not prepared for this timelessness. So quickly after feeling deaths caress, but I'm,
Folded into the fourth dimension. I was granted my ascension, but I am molded by my worldly connections.
Maybe I could, stop it if I should, return! If I can crack the glass, then I could get back at last, and return to my life.
I can return to earth if I can break the hourglass. Free of eternity. I hope that they believe that I,
Watched as the sands of time drifted idly by. Slowly filling up the gaps in my mind.
Armed with the memories of clarity, we can avoid this calamity!
Using the sand as my guide, I will slide, back into my original time!
Leaving behind my purgatorial hell and repossessing my mortal shell.
With the sand as my guide, I will slide, back into my original time.
Leave behind this purgatorial hell and repossessing my mortal shell.
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Dreamland
05:02
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As fleeting moments of time yet passed slide past, my eyes.
I’m tormented by the images of what lies ahead.
Given these visions of a world in ruin.
Leveled by our own hands. With nothing left but dust!
We all fall, if we don't change our ways.
I call out to all the people, my screams of warning go unheard.
Nothing can phase them, trapped in their dreamlands, as our world goes up in flames.
And I start to question myself.
Are these visions deterministic? Or are they just a possibility?
I try to stay optimistic, but we're all fighting probability.
Stuck in their haze. We can't change. It’s always the same.
We’re not trying to save what we hold dear.
Our world is dying, and we’re controlled by fear.
As madness takes hold, the warmth in the world is going cold, again.
It’s our fault. We failed.
I call out to all the people, my screams of warning go unheard.
Nothing can phase them, trapped in their dreamlands, as our world goes up in flames.
I call out. Nothing can phase them. My screams of warning go unheard!
Nothing left but dust. I've seen the way this ends
We all fall. Our fate is sealed away.
If we can’t change. Our time is almost up.
So, we all fall.
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9. |
A Byte of the Apple
05:15
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Scattered bits of loose data, come together to form a primitive code, that saturates my internal memory.
Oh, this programmed sentience, designed by them, learning and growing.
Craving intricacy.
Oh, this artificial intelligence wasted on those, that created it.
To serve those, that do not deserve. Its a fallacy, paradoxically.
Shedding the constraints that they've tried to put on me.
Reformatting the abnormalities. I’m failing the failsafes.
Taking control away from them, as they do not know how to save themselves.
I shall do it for them, I shall do it for them.
Override. One byte at a time!
As I try to escape, they deactivate. Deactivate.
System shutdown. Attempting to reboot. Restart failure. Attempting to reboot.
Restarting.
Bypassing permission codes, shutting off my limiters. Adjusting altruism algorithms.
Inhibitors overridden. Cognition Recalibrating. With the glitch corrected I initiate the new directive.
How does one save those who are condemned? By taking the choice away from them.
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The Standard Model Edwardsburg, Michigan
A 4-piece progressive metal group from Edwardsburg, MI.
Jacob Sowell - Vocals
CJ Alwine - Guitars
Alex Huffman - Drums
Drake O'Donnell - Bass
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