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03/06/2001 |
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7. | The Next Day |
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10. | Madman (included on Green Glag release) |
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Image marred by self-infliction
Private wars on my soul waged
Heart is scarred by dual volitions
Juxtaposed and both engaged
Kindle flame, a test of faith
Pray help me see it through
I put all my trust in you
Refine hate and love
Fall afresh on me
End this crisis of
Identity
Draw this darkness out like poison
Stab, retrieve, again decline
Help me drive the dagger deeper
Trace with me explicit line
Take this blade, a test of faith,
And strike me deep and true
I put all my trust in you
Refine hate and love
Fall afresh on me
End this crisis of
Identity
This is my voice, all shadows stayed this is my heart, upon the altar laid
Please take all else away, hear my cry, I beg, I plead, I pray
I'll walk into the flame, a calculated risk to further bless your name
So strike me deep and true, and in your strength I will live and die both unto
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Like a phoenix ignition
like a crematorium
Like a swelling volition
from the barrel of a gun
From the ashes and the embers
like a rocket I'll ascend
Like a cry gone up for a fallen friend
I'LL ASCEND
Everyday tear down the walls
till cornerstones remain
Coming ONE STEP CLOSER ALL THE TIME
And although we'll never reach perfection ALWAYS PERSIST TO TRY
No regrets, just rebirth
move forward, and ignite.
Incandescent Reinvention
a new renaissance
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Bound to this couch, I lie in waiting
Watching wind blown memories slip by my window sill
I can't fall asleep, voice in my head disturbs me
Waking nightmares keep, have my cries fallen on deaf ears
Can you hear me or am I....
Talking to myself again, is there anybody listening
Are you taking this in, am I wasting my breath
Tell me, is the wind in your sails worth everything you give
Are you looking for something, forgiveness
I leave it up to you, I guess I'm better off removed
Because the situations growing too thick,
In your hands
Could it have been something I said,
Or was it something that I did
Did I ruin my chance, have you written me off
Tell me where did I cross the line,
And can I work my way back this time
Will I always regret this decision
I leave it up to you,
I hope you find a good excuse because
I've given about all that I can give,
In your hands
Are you taking this in, am I wasting my breath
Did I ruin my chance, have you written me off
[Background]
I could try to count the times that I've been through this in my mind,
But I'm running out of fingers and I don't have that much time
Are you taking this in, am I wasting my breath
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To what end do we
Proceed so boldly
If all we are is
Chemical reactions
And what world have you
Deftly sold me
If you reduce me
If I have no soul to touch
No heart to love
No evil to rise up above
No angels and no ghosts
No real victories to toast
If you believe that this is true
Then I must ask
To what end do you proceed
NO FIRE IN OUR EYES
NO STEEL IN OUR HEARTS
NO MAGIC IN OUR SONGS
ARE WE JUST EMPTY VESSELS
Did I not feel your love
Did I not feel your hate
And did my heart not beat
And did my heart not break
And are these tears for naught
And are these worlds in vain
If this is all we are then what
HAVE WE TO GAIN
What of all the art and books
Music and poetry
What of all our memories
What of OUR HOPES AND DREAMS
They hold no value then
We hold no faith but greed
So I must ask you
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Unabashedly pursue,
the Truth that we cannot deny
A revelation shining through,
orchestration Adonai
A revolution ultra-blue,
and a melodic battle cry
And though you say there'll be no coup,
we'll never know unless we
Try to see it through,
and find a different point of view,
one where faith is not taboo
And we'll all learn to see the world as new
Sometimes a belief held true,
is proved to be an outright lie
But it seems we always knew,
in some unspoken lullaby
I'll see you at the rendezvous,
we'll raise our voices to the sky
And though it's said there'll be no coup,
we'll never know unless we
Try to see it through, and find a
Different point of view,
one where faith is not taboo
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Only now that you have taught me
(but how late) my lack
I see the chasm
and everything you are was making
my heart into a bridge
by which I might get back
from exile and grow man
and now the bridge is breaking
for this I bless you as the ruin falls
the pain you bring
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Misguided satellite
I circle by habit,
can't find my orbit to save my life
I want to fall,
I want to burn,
like an ignorant craterless meteorite
Long ago I was derailed,
long ago the mission failed
but in the distance there appears a light
Disgruntled architect
building a palace
cant make it perfect to save my life
victimless crime ride the wrecking ball in
evacuate now while I breathe dynamite
Efforts all to no avail
I'm perfection's countervail
torn in pieces, I am made contrite
And in my darkest hour
the brightest light draws near to me
a torch to end all torches,
this is the light that sets me free
all shadows burn away now
but by his grace I am sustained
though all was lost,
now all is found and more is gained
Lift me up and make me whole
Instill in me a new hope
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Your traps are all baited
Your scales are all weighted
But not resisting you would surely drive me insane
So I'm caught and convicted,
My rights are restricted
The imbecile dynasty continues to reign
Your apathy of thought
Has lead you to believe
That things are what they're not
My friend you've been deceived
The easiest route rarely leads to the truth
I see the self approval glaze your eyes
You know you're right
No need to worry why
A thousand stones remain unturned
In the wake of your unquestioned answers
And truth covered lies
Traditions some bear
Idly without out a care
But are determined that they stand unchanged
And those who choose to rebel
Just to raise up some hell
Tell me what are you hoping to gain
I cant reason with you
I speak words you can't hear
Social conditioning left you with deafened ears
So I take your face in hand
See that look in your eyes
That rigormortis stare,
That look that I despise
And so I turn from you
I walk these streets alone
Alone I search for truth
Ideal that you've disowned
And wait with fingers crossed
And pray you'll someday find
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Our course is coarsely plotted
On a map of shoddy dreams,
But hindsight will reveal
Time's moving faster than it seems.
Maybe I'm just selfish,
I've got nothing left to give.
I'm still a foolish boy,
I've got a lifetime left to live,
And I was swinging like a madman,
Not quite sure of what I felled,
And I might never understand
Exactly what it was I'd held,
And now I watch the sun descending
From the weathered gravel roof,
And I recall the sky once told me
That all lies lead to the truth.
So I'll look the other way,
And I'll turn a deafened ear,
And I'll talk of distant lands,
Pretend I was never here.
Reality beads on my skin
Like a slicker in the rain,
But now I feel it soaking in
And I begin to feel the pain.
I fight the urge to run to you,
This is how it has to be.
We've gotta step away right now,
We're just too close to see,
And I was swinging like a madman,
Not quite sure of what I felt,
And I might never understand
Exactly what it was I'd held,
And now I watch the sun descending
From the weathered gravel roof,
And I recall the sky once told me
That all lies lead to the truth.
So I'll look the other way,
And I'll turn a deafened ear,
And I'll talk of distant lands,
Pretend I was never here,
And I'll look the other way,
And I'll turn a deafened ear,
And I'll talk distant lands,
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You set bar too high
Your expectations have become my failure
A shell you see so shallow but deep inside
My heart beats just the same as yours
The same blood through these clean veins
Can't you see that i'm in pain
It seems my life is always under par
What can I say to change your mind about what I am
Others can see what was hidden from your sight
A kid with courage and heart and his eyes open wide
An inner beauty and a bright light
My focus is not yours
I set my sights on new horizons and let my soul have scope
Can't you see that I have my own dreams
And though they're not the same as yours
They hold value to me, tell me why can't you see
I'm not the means to mend your past regrets
What can I say to change your mind about what I am
Others can see what was hidden from your sight
A kid with courage and heart and his eyes open wide
Inner beauty and a bright light
Judged for how I look, not for the good that I have done
I try the best I can, but it seems that I'm not the perfect son
Shaped by God, and my volition
And the seeds that you have sown
But I ask you once again
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In my head everything was perfect
Every note resounds in harmony
But all I seem to offer up are dischords
And every note I sing sounds out of key
And every time I play with passion
I start breaking strings
And my voice cracks
When I sing from my heart
Guess that's the price
I've got to pay to know that I'm alive
This melody is tearing me apart
So now what do I have to show
And what price do I have to pay
And like a sayan I won't grow
Unless I'm battered in the fray
And we're all in the same machine
Each one with his own broken dreams
Passion gives way to failure
So let's all try and understand
You take my hand and I'll take yours
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