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The afterglow of yesterday is leaning on my mind it's kind of strange, hung in the gallows, what made me wrong?
But on and on this dreadful feeling creeping up upon my molded thumbs, turning page by page with noises primate friends would beat out like a drum
Have we won?
Thumbing through our seasons, unlike the animals
Burning through our past lives we regret, just like an animal
Thumbing through the guilty pages of life, I presume
Take my guilt away and It's exhumed
Simply amazed by all the things, that summer sun and winter brings, I've won, I've won.
My arrogance is hardly matched, survival is a point that is a nub. Yes now nub.
With a life of satisfaction aiming out the barrel of a gun, you see yourself not worried much but also not partaking in the fun, life's done
Have we won?
Thumbing through our seasons, unlike the animals
Burning through our past lives we regret, just like an animal
Thumbing through the guilty pages of life, I presume
Take my guilt away and It's exhumed
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Blood Bond
04:01
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Bonded by blood
We are the same but so fucking different
Through hapless severence, keeping distance
The same cloth, different threads
Saplings move in order to their topiary counterparts
Rooting in the soil of mistakes often made
Even in the stories come the nutrients of father's toil
Even in the sun and even in the windy shade
Tap roots are left thirsty as the mother plants begins to wilt
Even in the rain it seems that others don't oblige
Feeling like a tree of people plucked right from their tiny veins
Hearts are heavy, though the sapling moves to a new rhythm of his own
Feeding on genetics of one hundred monkeys in a line
Sapling looks at brothers reaching opposite of slow
Crossing pollination are the eldest two of many more
The billions and the billions are his new source of a home
Saplings leaves are thirsty as he silently begs komorebi
Photosynthesizing shades of light from up above
What is only certain is it's not enough to keep alive
His drifting sense of sameness grows disguised by many rings
Oh, where did he go?
Oh, one of our own?
Oh, who is he now?
Oh, one of our own?
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Fountainhead
03:22
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(Instrumental)
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And when you see me all alone
Don't ask me questions, pass me by
And when you see a teardrop fall
Please, won't you bury both my eyes?
The winter is upon you yet again
We haven't seen the sun in years, is this the end?
I think your face is lifted just a little too high
I think you'll feel the chemicals in the great place in the sky
Is there is a spot in heaven for the socialite
I think a curse is put upon you every night
You cake your face in all that is a lie
If you just saw your petty world you would cry
(StebotheStebo):
When I close my eyes
All I hear is don’t trip
I’m a human in disguise
High off life took one hit
What I see you cannot
Comprehend
I got calm blood
yes I’m going zen
What they told me when I showed my face
Up in they place
All on my case
no lawyers here to represent
I got Stars in lonely eyes
The way I Meditate I’m going
Places where
it’s never late
The time is non existent
Created for you and me to
Takes us further from our mission
Illusions cause confusion
Magicians swindle fooling
Just question who is ruling
I’m King-pinned in my world
So that must mean I am hunted
No buck nor a loyal lion
The babies crying
Adrenochrome they defying
The only laws of life
Distorted on the mic
Distorted in my mind
Distorted everywhere
Distorted everywhere
I cannot sleep
I cannot speak
I can't think
My torch is not lit
I'm looking for the exit
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The Exit
03:11
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No time, to even take a final breath
Speaking as loudly as a heth
We had no time to say goodbye
Not even time to hear the cries
Wrapping up in your cocoon
Sarasota's tree had to be pruned
We had a clue that you were standing in an empty room
You never even knew how much I cared
And when I'm looking down the folds
All tarred and tendered, looking old
I make a cry out to creator
The body tells the mind that I'm a traitor
Hey, isn't toil worth it in the end?
Don't you feel like you have a friend or two around?
I wish I could've shown you how to climb that tree,
And see above the fog, debris that made you disagree.
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Christian Edward Diaz Los Angeles, California
Christian Edward Diaz is a multi-genre musician and composer, residing in North Hollywood, California.
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