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Burning Bridges, cutting ties
Time could heal an aging lie
Ammunition, the vividness of wounds
A sting and a burn could spring a thought to turn
And the strings have learned the devil's chord
All the rest they leave ignored
Pain or pleasure, if memory serves
It serve the former, the latter getting curbed
A sea current of the strings strike the chord
A currency of the noise they record
Piled beneath the thought of what was
Feeling the weight just because
The lot of good that that does
Cut the ballast, rise again
Up above the brain's red spin
A solid state with rest assured
Mind weather permitting, the surge of thoughts endured
A sea current of the strings strike the chord
A currency of the noise they record
Piled beneath the thought of what was
Feeling the weight just because
The lot of good that that does
Time could heal an aging lie
And slack the leash held by red mind
Sting and burn, my thoughts will turn
Picking back all the scabs, seeing the red just because
The lot of good that that does
The lot of good that does you
To open up all your wounds
And live them through...
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Sepulcher
03:27
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The sepulchers perched on the wasteland here
Near the vultures lurch at the bone
For the burn that's found on the hot hot ground
Not a shadow from the golden tombs
Stared at golden brick, it's the carrot or the stick
Struck by golden light of an idea
It starts out that way, sells out for pay, for shoes for hot, hot feet
Asked to thank for the dream brought to you by
Big screened eyes shining S lined signs
Carat gold does shine from the feet once lined
With cloth
Through the tides of time, struck by trident's tine
Spurred and prodded towards the finish line
The sepulcher stands, the living it brands
By the sun cased red burnt back
Asked to thank for the dream brought to you by
Big screened eyes shining S lined signs
Carat gold does shine from the feet once lined
With cloth
Thunder smash the clang of shackle and chain
Trade the plastic twine for a real spine
I could set my eyes free from that light
Shining from that golden tomb
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Bedlam
04:15
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Woke up ringing in my ears
Shout it down and again it reappears
Caught in tangles, I step on through
Tongue's been tied and the feeling's nothing new
Once again, just like before
Doubt shouts ringing in the room, welcome worn
It rings around and it circles back,
Staved off all the plagued thoughts brought on in the attack
I could clean my thoughts in time
Live without the charm of doubt's blue chime
Tongue untied, knots undone
Doubt the ringer will get wrung
In the mirror, second bout
Clouded judge but not broken from the clout
Old ideas out the door
Let back in like so many times before
Second swing put it into place
Shout it sworn off and it's worn out at that pace
Grappling with the ringing and through the ring I'm thrown
Another swing I strike with patience far outgrown
I could clean my thoughts in time
Live without the charm of doubt's blue chime
Tongue untied, knots undone
Doubt the ringer will get wrung
Outgrown outdone, no one can hold themsleves
Up there on the shelves
With standards so high
Shout it down and plug the doubt drain dry
Comes the morning, wake up open eyes
Leave the bedroom for the bedlam, no surprise
Shout the ringing out of my two ears
Just for a time always the chime reappears
Peace be shown, let the drone leave to that tone deaf
For all time, has the chime of that tone left
Let each day chip away at each noise and sound
Lead me clean with the peace from ringing found
I could clean my thoughts in time
Live without the charm of doubt's blue chime
Tongue untied, knots undone
Doubt the ringer will get wrung
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