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Classical Mechanics
03:23
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Celestial mechanics of the Sun, Moon, and Earth;
influence the love that I felt for them.
Wherefore the storms surge beneath our veins;
exchanging oxygen with carbon dioxide until we drown.
In the waves of the ocean that turn their tides;
time lapsing the rise and the fall in sea levels.
Sicut amor, desiderat ad deus.
An expansion of the universe where everything spins;
such gravitational forces are beyond our control.
Applying classical mechanics with quantum physics;
exchanging macroscopic and astronomical solutions.
With equations of time, space, and matter;
rearrange for neither can be destroyed nor created.
Sicut amor, desiderat ad deus.
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I ain’t no saint so I won’t try to be.
Those eyes draw me in with your honey dew lips.
And your taste is intoxicating.
And your touch it makes me weep.
I ain’t no bitter man to marry you my darling.
You’re better off alone and in finding who you are.
So choose wisely now.
So chase all your dreams.
I’m full of blight.
While joy and laughter resound all around me.
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Are we passing ships through a dark voyage?
Where planets & stars align;
with perpetual lights in our eyes?
That’ll arise from afar while canvassing the skies.
Upon no land in sight our vessels course through the void.
Seafaring sentiments;
through the coldness and warmth in our hearts.
When love and hate parallel in conceptual acts of concern.
Au courant we precede sailing interval passing ships.
By way of seven seas I’ll search for untrodden continents.
Aye, aye Captain!
Land ho ahead!
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Millstone About My Neck
03:29
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Father when I die will you bury me in the seas?
Place a millstone about my neck so that I may sink?
Because I don’t care, care anymore.
Because I don’t care, care to go back home with you.
Mother you carried me for nine months in your womb.
How I wish you aborted me when your family left you alone.
Because I still care, care about your love.
Because I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.
I’m hurting alone.
I’m heading home, Father.
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M
03:56
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In the dead of night she writes her songs.
With a poet’s beat and a painter's touch.
But the old flame in her heart still burns.
Searing vintage hues of her Father’s love.
Darling…? You’ve gone and made a mess of life.
Darling…? You’ve gone and made a mess of love.
And your suicide it haunts me now.
And the thoughts of you they follow me.
Fall in love, in love?
In the darkest part of her mind she woes.
She’s a poet’s rhyme and a painter’s muse.
But the old flame in her heart still burns.
Searing vintage hues of portraits lost.
Darling...? You’ve gone and made a mess of life.
Darling...? You’ve gone and made a mess of love.
And the shame in her eyes it haunts you now.
And her suicide it follows you.
Fall in love, in love?
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Dearly beloved, we gather here today to honor the memory of our friend. To pay our final tribute of respect to her life, aspirations, and eternal resting place with our Father in heaven. I ask that you please bow your heads at this moment of silence as I read her parting letter.
“Would you want to stay?
I use to believe in happily ever after.
I thought we would marry and end up in the eternal sunshine.
But I learned that life isn’t fair for us all;
we take the love for granted in our miserable lives.
We talk about love but all we do is hate
and segregate ourselves from the other lower estates.
In our faith, in our hopes, in our love;
all we do is corrupt one another ‘til the death.
If we don’t change ourselves would you want to stay?”
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Haul Your Ashes
03:16
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Take a look at that fly as he’s caught in that light.
Will she suck him up dry?
We’ll watch him struggle tonight.
Babe, you’ll save me from this hell?
"Yes, well..."
Hey you'd save me from this cell?
"Yes, well..."
Hey you left me in diesel.
"Yes, well..."
Caught inside of her web she slowly cuts him in two.
He moves and feels nothing else.
She drains him until she’s through.
Babe, you’ll save me from this hell?
"Yes, well..."
Hey you'd save me from this cell?
"Yes, well..."
Hey you left me in diesel.
"Yes, well... Yeah."
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The Fox And The Hound
05:13
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Oh darling,
We are strangers;
I never met you but the way you sing it moves me.
And your lyrics they engulf me from the stressors of this city.
Rushing buses, people talking;
cars are passing lights to get home.
But I’ll just wander through the city as another causal nexus.
As the moon is settling beneath the stars;
It’s getting cold upon these streets we walk along.
Oh darling,
We’re painted faces;
And pretty dresses’ congregate to sell their bodies.
Bump the nightclubs, city lights glow;
lust harassing love to get home.
For all are beggars in exhibition;
exploring free love & self expression.
Attracting false love from past addictions;
we repeat a vicious cycle.
Singing woefully, beneath the tears we cry alone.
The storms are severing within the clouds that shine forth hope.
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I Once Spoke As A Child
04:07
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Silhouettes in my heart rhetoric fills the soul.
I don't preach anymore hypocrite that I am.
All these thoughts kill me I once lived now I'm dead.
Here I stand all alone without your or a home.
Please speak to me?
I'm lost without you.
Fill my marrow bones with your holy ghost.
I once spoke as a child now I see as a man.
Every word that I speak leads the action of sin.
Here I stand all alone without you or a home.
But I know if I stay I will burn alone.
Please speak to me?
I'm lost without you.
Feel my marrow bones with your holy ghost.
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Vinous
02:50
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Darkness sleeps in my veins.
Someday I'll become that which I hate.
From the tree of good and evil that'll encompass me.
Knowledge over immortality.
A losing battle to my humanity.
This war I wage is all mere mirage of me.
Jesus, save me from me.
This darkness is sleeping my veins.
I refuse the carnal man I am.
Yet I excuse the very sin I do.
Jesus, save me from me.
For in darkness my soul seems to sleep.
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Church Hall
02:14
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We wake up in the morning to heavy sin.
We take for granted everything.
No matter how many miracles we see.
I'm never humble enough to feel any different.
Yeah.
I came across the words i would not heed.
I thought I could change my destiny.
The truth is we're never who we are.
For evil has now way of being kind, do you?
Yeah.
Oh woe.
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Existential Depression
03:46
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I am that I am betwixt these flames.
They burn earthly desires in my heart.
What does it profit me to sin?
If I sacrifice my body to be burned.
Yet I am nothing.
I am that I am beneath these waves.
That churn foaming regret in my mouth.
What does it profit me if I have not loved?
I'll cast myself in the depths of seas.
Yet I am nothing.
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Parasuicide
02:39
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Listen, I'd like to die.
I mean listen, I'd like to die.
It ain't so simple, it ain't that quick.
For me to perish without regret.
If I could close my eyes without loving you.
If I could close my eyes without waking up.
If I could cross on over without much.
Please listen, I'd like to stay.
I mean listen, I think it's insane.
Former hands are bloody, I don't feel hurt.
I think it's silly that you still care.
If I could close my eyes without loving you.
If I could close my eyes without waking up.
If I could cross on over without much.
Please listen, I love you most.
I mean listen, aren't we just ghosts?
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