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Slowdown Deteriorate
03:38
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The whispers in my dreams, they kept me talkin' in my sleep. Don't worry, it's not what you think. The whispers, they help me see a future not far off, a future among the stars. You wanna go, you wanna dance all night, you wanna shake it till it hurts. 'Cause you're only wakin' up to another side of life, nothing's impossible, you're gone tomorrow while others follow, so don't take it for granted how we are, there are moments when we all fall, tear apart the lonely state of mind, break the others who cannot unwind. You wanna go, you wanna dance all night, you wanna shake it till it hurts...
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Cold Mystery
04:14
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It's a cold mystery...They're in your life and in your dreams, silly things that keep you down. You gotta turn that shit off. Go be someone, it's gonna eat you alive till you're gone. It's traumatizing and you've had enough that the television is what gets you off, not the sissy girl on the reality show, nor series one through twenty four. Do you still want more? All of them won't come around to the fact that we are hanging by a string. So let us be the ones who go beyond unnecessary, ludicrous mind washing debris and trash. Yeah we can waste all of our time trying to make a more intelligent way to arrive at our final destination. Let them choose to be weak in the mind, bad dreams should be left behind. Bring rock back to when it gave the youth in all a chance to breathe. The illumination of body control is realized by where we go, the ideology of producing an idol is the filthy lie that takes away the soul. Do you still want more? 'Cause all of us won't come around so soon to the fact that we are hanging by a string. So let us be the ones who go beyond unnecessary, ludicrous mind-washing debris and trash. Yeah we can waste all of our time trying to make a more intelligent way to arrive at our final destination. Let them choose to stay weak in the mind, bad dreams should be left behind...
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The second i found it, i was torn to go inside. The traffic lights keep me spinning, don't really now where I am. I'm counting on all the possibilities in there. I'm counting on leaving all the obligations. I'm hearing sounds of music coming from so far below, and I'm seeing blue lights shimmer. It's time to now what's going on. Where have you been since I lifted you from death? In the daylight world we co-exist in measurable meaning. So let's get lost in all the oddities of feeling.
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The Astro-side Of Life
04:45
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Time to feel, time to fly in the sky, the astro-side of life. Anyhow, it's never impossible. In the winter time I'll take off in a storm to the astro-side of life. If you call, leave the sun next door, to live is so much more than to taste a silent hour. Dreaming time is an astro mind that is born to help us know about the values which we build upon must know that being an asshole is never in style. Some of us go on to be on top, others give themselves a quick kick in the crotch. Losing hope never felt so good in a world under fire by helpless confused man. So I'm changin' flights, I'm getting off to the sound of the astro-side of life, and if you should ever want to come, then ring me before the morning sun appears.
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Distance In Obligations
04:08
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Destiny calling, saying you are on a wire, cannot breathe nor speak and you look a disaster and you're in overload, you're in overload mode. It must've been the distance in your conversations, the differences in motivation, the synthesis in obligations of this planet's life. Your destiny's listening when you sound like you're in denial of the moments following all of us after each day we are told that we must all take one road and no discussion of the distances in conversations, the differences in motivation, the synthesis in obligations of this planet's life.
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A Gateway To Somewhere
03:56
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Well I have been all night till nowhere's end looking for a scene to call my own, I never want to go home. You're there and I'm not here, I'm not on this planet like you. Attraction speaks so sexually but there has to be much more. If there is a gateway to somewhere beyond where I have been, then show me the way right now. If there is a gateway to somewhere where everything is clear, I'll take that road right now. Now when you see my face it's broken down and you think that I am gone, but there are mysteries so unexplored and I'd like to find out more. And when you see my eyes they're tainted black, insomnia has its reasons. Whatever looks so promising may soon prove its defect.
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Starry Dreams
03:33
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Wandering silently, wandering high...In the forest of our time come call me out. In the fire born there is a timeless age. Beyond then seeing starry dreams of what's next to come, and before you hadn't ever tasted dark. When will the silence come carry us home? See you mister candy man.
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They Can't Fly
05:05
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Systematic overload, let's make the stupid minds explode, turn them inside out, burn them in the sun. Ask yourself a thing or two, like why are you dressed in that strange suit, does it give the effect you're professional or somebody special? I waste time convincing you to come, I'll go alone, was only my dream anyway. You're waiting for the world to save you, I'd sooner put a gun to my head, but what answers would come from that? It's your fault you're a living soap opera, lost your mind with the superficial thinking. I'll just tell you that I am getting out of here. You imitate what the majority does, never look for yourself. I'll just tell you that I am getting out of here. You say whatever you need to to be on top. Where has it got you now? You feel like, it's over, you're so strung out, so lonely...
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Wonderland Park
05:04
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There are many ways to sunset, there are many ways to dawn, but you know I'll be gone when the sun comes up. There are many ways to cunt them, there are many moons apart, but you know I'll be gone when the sun comes up. I wanna fall into a wonderland park dream, and if you follow, you may never be the same. There are many ways to satan, there are many ways to god, but you know I'll be gone, don't give a fuck. 'Cause I wanna fall into a wonderland park dream and if you follow, you may never be the same...
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Run Around
03:29
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We;re educated to fall below what we are capable of being. Now you're giving me the run around of how all of us should fit into society as it stands. There's a consequence of letting go of the feelings when we lose control. Is it all the same to you? Nothing left to do? Nothing left to say, like there's no escape? How many out there are thinkin' if they wait, the world will come together on its own? Still you're givin' me the run around, you say I'm wastin' all my time in a bar playin' rock n roll and sayin' fuck it all. What do you want???
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Lost In Space
04:39
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The night, twisted night, paralyzed in a song. Descend into the floor, senseless meaning, I'll take it all... Her skinny legs are such a sweet delicacy, I don't feel like getting up. Just go if you think that it's full of shit that there's gotta be a another way, yeah there's gotta be another way. Just go if you think life is just a trick, then you'll never find another way, then you'll never find another way. You are my secret show, never a loss in what we know. Remember the time we tried to float in uncharted waters of an ocean I know. Another way...
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Android Factory
03:00
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