1. |
stick figure in a field
03:49
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breathe, you're awake, open up and feast your eyes
big open fields greet your form, with natural mass
there's a whole world waiting to see you fly
through the sun and air, you'll feel alive
in the strongest wind above the grass
feel your feet hit dirt, you're moving fast
run, make your break, under sun and bright blue sky
see impossible towers looming tall, climb the walls, and don't look back
there's a whole world waiting to see you fly
through the sun and air, you'll feel alive
in the strongest wind above the grass
feel the time slip by, you're moving fast
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2. |
tickets to the jungle
05:05
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i got a tiny puddle in my wallet; not enough to water shit, but that's what i deserve, i guess
can't grab hold of a job longer than several whole months; triangular shape in a circular hole
this broken faucet's drying up before my eyes, and i already see effects
i can see all the cracks forming into the earth, and my car's looking dead cause i can't pay the toll
there's talk of something big outside of this place, somewhere i can live out my life in peace
somewhere far away from the drying land, erased with its cool and hardened streets
it's time to chase the future in front of my eyes, it's beckoning its way with its glassy hand
i'll pack up my belongings and never look back, and leave it all behind
come on, come on, come on, come on, it's an
urban freakshow and we're all invited
smell the city in its concrete glory and
drive, drive, drive, drive
come on, come on, come on, come on, we got
tickets to the jungle and it's flashing its greens
chase the money to the point you can't walk
then pick up the keys, get out the door, fill up, and
go, drive
go, drive
go, drive
go, drive
i'm on a long road in the heat, seems it doesn't ever end, and there's so little turns or bends
dust clouds and mirages smudge the gradient that surrounds my rusty steed
been driving for hours, passing countless small towns as i leave my past for dead
i'm too young to stay still and die poor in a box, gotta move while i can still catch up to speed
but what if i'm doing this whole thing wrong?
and i'm wasting all this time on nothing?
is it too late now to turn around?
maybe i should go back home- no time, there's a future ahead, so leave it all behind
come on, come on, come on, come on, it's an
urban freakshow and we're all invited
smell the city in its concrete glory and
drive, drive, drive, drive
come on, come on, come on, come on, we got
tickets to the jungle and it's flashing its greens
chase the money to the point you can't walk
then pick up the keys, get out the door, fill up, and
go, drive
go, drive
go, drive (leave your world behind)
go, drive (leave it all behind)
this isn't what you'd thought it'd be, huh
this isn't what you'd thought it'd be like at all
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3. |
hyperrealism
02:30
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this may not be what you want,
but trust me, it's all that you need
just be realistic, please
i know that you want success,
but no-one gets that far, you see
be realistic, please
half of all you say is fantasy
just be realistic, please
talking like you'll make it big
don't get caught in the vanity
just be realistic please
disappointment's all you'll find
when you think of your stupid dreams
be realistic, please
half of all you say is fantasy
just be realistic, please
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4. |
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i'm all alone and i like it a lot, drag me around
and i start to feel like i'm barely there at all
i know you mean well, but up on the ground
there's nothing except a cage with glass walls
i'm just a ghost that you barely know
my pulse is shifting and changing to meet what you expect
i'm barely a friend, amalgam a blend
consider me an inanimate object
i yearn for things i can't achieve
an addict for disappointment's curse
while wearing my heroes on my sleeves
i'm lost in these shirts
i don't deserve to think the things i do
at least that's what they say, all that i know is that
i'm not so sure, but even if it's true
pride will be the death of me
is this what you want? to see me look lost? i guess you got your wish
'cause i'm feeling like i shouldn't be here now
i'm out of my league, and you damn well
so give me a minute, i'll be back when i'm able
i yearn for things i can't achieve
an addict for disappointment's curse
while wearing my heroes on my sleeves
i'm lost in these shirts
i don't deserve to think the things i do
at least that's what they say, all that i know is that
i'm not so sure, but even if it's true
pride will be the death of me
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5. |
culture vulture
03:05
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"'this world is mine,' damn right," he says, picks apart the room with his eyes
preys on a poor soul with a good heart, the kind that cries at good music
"poor man, this guy," as he spots the gullible prize
walks up calm and collected, silver tongue and he knows how to use it
"hey there, heard your work on the internet. got spunk, and i'm making you a deal:
i got ties to the big name people, the real ones that call the new wave.
come on, this is once in a lifetime, come hop in the automobile."
got his prey on the catch with a smirk, he's got his own audio slave
culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you
culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you
been a while since he felt this depressed, living his life in fear of the future
but for now, he's slumped in the corner of a club, drowning out his brain with the sound
making money doing dead-end jobs, and living life in the back of a greyhound
a passenger that can only watch as the universe plays out its sick sense of humor
but at least he got music on the side, some kind of hope in the bleak ordeal
making beats in the dark with broke headphones, the sines send all the pain below
shares it all with the world, might as well, all a stage in the infinity show
but oh damn, one day he gets a call: "i wanna make you a deal"
feast on the fool, oh feast on the fool, while he still got shine
make him a star, yeah make him a star
where will he go now, where will he go? to the peak or the mines?
prince or a slave, yeah prince or a slave?
culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you
culture vulture, pick up the scraps
nothing's gonna stop you
culture vulture, take all you want
we ain't gonna stop you
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6. |
pseudorealism
04:19
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what have you done, you said you'd settle soon
look where you are now
you followed blindly to live an ideal life
you never listened
what do you have to show for yourself
besides a broken vow
you'll learn the hard way the dangers of your ways
you better listen
what did you think you'd accomplish doing this
look where you landed
to think you had so much faith in this
that you never listened
do the scars and bruises make you right
you're looking stranded
you'll learn the hard way the dangers of your ways
you better listen
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7. |
these are your ghosts
04:19
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8. |
saturn moon
05:06
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and so you see before you the universe's vast sea of black
dotted with spills of energy and rocks older than we'll ever know
this void could be our playground, we'll count the stars and the zodiacs
and live forever peaceful on our own little swirling saturn moon
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9. |
everything but unreal
08:01
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control yourself, this isn't like you
just breathe for me, before you do something stupid
i'm not waiting with bated breath to watch you hurt yourself
and break down over what you're not
i hold out hope you'll still be strong
and tell me what's gone wrong
but i know you, i know what you'll do
i've watched it countless times so just
make it through, make it through
survive for me, live for me
come outside of your iron maiden
fall into my arms, stop the depravation
lay down your head that's venom laden
stay with me, cure my consternation
i feel your aching form, you've been starving all these years
pull me in your vice and just let out all your tears and
make it through, make it through
survive for me, live for me
it's all too much, it's all too real
it's all too much, it's all too real
it's all too much, it's all too real
it's all too much, it's all too real
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cysteke
Rock/Metal/Electronic music lizard from the United States. Featuring the talents of August on guitar and Satys on bass.
soundcloud.com/cysteke
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