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It's true, I swear
There's a world out there you'll never know
At the bottom of the ocean
It's alive and well
It's a living hell
My feet are tied
To the bottom of the ocean
No imagined fear can enter here
It gets swallowed by the black despairadise
Only lonely when there's no surprise
You're alone at sea
Can you rescue me from my friends
At the bottom of the ocean?
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Braindead 1
04:55
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On with the show
It's almost through
Mind wants to go to its purlieu
I hate to rain on your parade
But I'm afraid to be awake
In my head there's no lay sung
I'm already halfway gone
Small seemed the task not long ago
Of hanging on, not letting go
Through every phase I bled within
Ran from the light but found its twin
In my head there's no lay sung
I'm already halfway gone
Hope now a distant remedy
I've found a better way for me
Rather than swim against the tide
Float to the top, enjoy the ride
In my head there's no lay sung
I'm already halfway gone
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Reality Control
04:58
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What is it I don't see?
When you're talking to me
Where am I resting my brain?
Consciousness like the tide
Cheating me day and night
Never to answer again
Saddened but not alone
Cradled by granite stones
Flooded with noise from the walls
Clarity disappears
When you start bleeding tears
The only real guide is the sleep
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Esper
01:46
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Braindead 2
03:26
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I deceived myself again
In January of this year
I watch the hourglass
As it threatens me
Old feelings seem to pass through the void
And this foreboding that's been holding me
In a coma of self-loathing
Let it know these doors ain't closing
Though it once seemed appealing
Surrendering to misery
I'm not so sure there's a feeling
That can compete with this apathy
And this foreboding that's still holding me
In a coma of self-loathing
Let it know these doors are open
For the reaping
For the keeping
Ever since I became that old man sleeping
And I died dreaming
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The Wind-Driven Snow
06:02
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Arriving at the well
You notice your reflection
And in the murky water
There's no change in your expression
Now in this rusty pail
Your hands will soak for hours
But there's no soap
This is the end of the rope
I hope it's everything
You worked so hard for
I know these scars will never fade
But at least you found
What made you yours forever
Why don't you tell them?
They need to know
Why don't you show them
The wind-driven snow?
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