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Replacing a cog in a
Machine wheezing it's last breath
Exhaling so slowly
This breath could last a thousand years
It's power inescapable
Wrapping the world in chains
Meanwhile every gear is grinding
Smashing gnarling hissing smoking
Caught in the atmosphere
Dragging metal carcass forward
Ripping up everything in sight
Uprooting trees and plants
Turning the wrench
With so many wrenches turning
To prop up the failing machine
Arms are exhausted now
Cracks in the armor showing
Cracks in the armor glowing
Every hope radiates
Tear open the control panel
And gaze upon the wires inside
Just begin cutting
Sever the connection between
The system and those benefiting
They are so very very few
The machine will fight back
Powered by tradition
And immense financial resources
Watch it's fingers transform
Into fifty mile long drills
And tear into the earth
Gripping during death
The final breath continues
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crumbling, your hold
03:25
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Searching or the route to change the tide
Searching for the ideal spot to dam
Currently the paths lead to sand
Water siphoned out to increase
Every time I dream
I see it crumbling
Your hold
Searching for a seedling in the sand
The roots could hold the roots could hold i pray
Generating water on our own
Generating outside your control
Every time I dream
I see it crumbling
Your hold
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Counting the leaves
Withering I can't remember
Illusion fades
I could never keep it pristine
Unlock the drone
There's a key with bad intention
Growing askew
Reading every haunted number
Without a plan
Every year a new encounter
Exposed wires
There's another candle burning
Waste another pile of tin
Counting the time
Arms are long and wrapped around me
Mincing the words
A knife sharpened by a moonbeam
Taking my tongue
Bit off thrown into a fire
The words alone
Failure state i can't remember
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Almost an island where two rivers meet
Totally landlocked with no escape
Highway bypass chose another
Country to connect
Easy to avoid
Easy to avoid
Lived the city biggest thing around
10,000 people and diminishing
A withering limb of Cold War
Paranoia
Paranoia
Paranoia
I can see myself
Walking on the water
I can see myself
Walking on the water
I was too afraid
Smashing through the ice
Nostalgia eyes paint over all the seems
Nostalgia eyes paint over all the seems
Isolation, can't escape from a
Mainstream view of the world
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reject my eye
03:44
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When I look at a body of water
I can't imagine anything beneath
Living beneath the surface the surface
Living beneath the surface the surface
Living in a tomb of stacked odds
I can feel the weight
Reject my eye
Live in 4 dimensions
How could i be so blinded by senses
I can't imagine worlds existing without me
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they're winning
03:17
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Every time I wake I feel another
Wave of nausea, wave of nausea
Why are they in control, who put them there?
Marching toward the right
Always giving up ground
They're winning
Buried in a pile of electronic
Interference, interference
Answers projected in front of my eyes
To my throbbing head, I'm overwhelmed
They're winning
I know
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Heapings St. Petersburg, Florida
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