When You Know That We Will Never Die? How Can You Kill Something That Isn't Even Really Alive? Virulence We Keep Cominga?¦
Vision from the past As you see yourself floating to shore Tragedy that the water depth wasn't Three feet more Diving from the cliff Never thought it
[Words and Music by Ted Kirkpatrick] Vision from the past As you see yourself floating to shore Tragedy that the water depth wasn't Three feet more Diving
waves of strength and angry rapture surge in scenarios where harm or gain to reproduction grows fight or flight response triggered by rules by objects
crisis observers feel for one victim from two parties guilty with cold repose with inward hate some defend both some abstain try to pretend the monster
imprinting of solid crisp forms into soft clay as culture is the architect of cognitive mazeway walls and corridors simulate righteous edifice foreign
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emanation, outflow, overwhelming fuel unperceived instrument grounding daily duel stimuli of passions correspond to bleak, antiquated features of prehistory
picture from world power to servant state from self-sufficient to tied and raped civilizations clashed one god prevailed occupied by those your fathers
Erased into nothingness, escaping the memories A vast pain slowly consumes, regurgitated intestines erupts Genetic invention created from science Lethal
Right now like a step outside My heart beats genocide Tearing out all the crippled walls Drawing fire from the mortal flaws To take it in on the chin
The final scene of your production Your destruction Just when the solitude about you Drove your symptoms to an end Did they find you? Try to break through
Too many want everything for free Or maybe it's just me I've lost my time Now I'm just static in your eyes Too many crowded in my view And I always
There's still a million things I wish I'd never said And I know that it's never sacred But the fear the shadowed yesterday still haunts me to the core
High life as the urban screams Chill the air of all the in betweens There's fear pasted on the fading walls Nobody cares once the surfeit calls this
Locked inside A step in the sun Losing time But controlling the one That feral genius Is sick to the touch To sever a secret We love it too much I
Trying patience wasted on the dead Sounds from another room Mark the end, fill my head Resurrection like places on a line Passing the wasted time Lives
pull away from the mains As everyone keeps drowning This time it's worse than the signs We framed then failed to identify There's a cloud like a virulent
