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THERE IS A PLAN TO EXECUTE
THE WORLD WILL START TO HURT.
IT’S SUBJECTS FALL UNTO THEIR KNEES,
AND KISS THE BARREN EARTH.
THERE IS A PLAN TO EXECUTE-
THE SUN BEGINS TO CRY
ASCENDED STATE ACHIEVED
WHEN IT DRIES IT’S SWOLLEN EYES.
THERE IS A PLAN TO EXECUTE
THE END APPROACHES SOON
BUT ALL SHALL BE REBORN
UNDER THE SHADOW OF THE MOON.
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Absent God
04:08
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I’d ride this wave,
If the current wasn’t pulling me behind the swell...
...And the sun wasn’t trying to poison all my cells…
Oh well, oh well, oh well.
Maybe I’d smile more
If everyone abandoned their complacency.
Would that truly set me free of negativity?
There’s no way for me to see.
Maybe there is a plan to execute.
The power’s in my hands.
I can’t live in this world in the current state it stands.
I have a plan to execute--
I heard your voice within me.
It spoke of patience and destiny
Saw your face in the glow--
You said there is a place we all go.
I can feel it within me
And everyone I’ve ever loved in front of me,
Not from the skies above.
We put our faith into invisible hopes and not tangible outcomes.
You might have had the faith to call upon Him,
But what makes you think He’s gonna answer us?
God is not up there. God is right here.
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How can I lead an army,
When I can’t even leave this bed?
And how do I find a voice for myself, when somethings are better left unsaid?
The nights are filled with hope, but the mornings leave me empty.
My friends’ and family’s lives can only fill me with envy.
Am I defunct?
My operating system is full of viruses.
One man cannot save the world through the strength of morals and virtues alone.
Here, within these walls, I will rebuild,
Until the present overshadows the past.
Did I really think that digital words could possibly change anyone?
Absurd.
Setting myself up, only to feel worse.
Put me in my hearse.
I am sick of the theatrics and drowning in my shame.
Avoiding obligations and not accepting blame.
(L1 + L2) + (R1+ R2) + START + SELECT
My life, I need a soft reset.
I know this pain has a purpose.
Find the motivation, won’t let it best me again.
I know this pain has purpose
I need to feel the bottom before I can climb out
Found the motivation, won’t let this best me again
Remember this pain when I’m filled with doubt.
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Sol Clamanti
03:11
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The heavens opened up for us,
And it felt a lot like home.
Do the wings descend to carry us,
Or to vaccinate the Earth?
Because we brought this on ourselves,
Though I wanted no part in it.
I believed that I could be a catalyst of change.
Writhing and screeching, they claw at my feet.
From every corner,
So nimble, so fleet.
Knew it would end but I hoped not like this.
Nothing accomplished, an unscratched itch.
Fuck, get away!
I won’t let you control...
Get away!
I won’t live in silence.
“There is a plan to execute!” I scream with swollen eyes.
The guillotine descends, from hands of Angels in the sky.
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Glass Cascade
04:09
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We swore our brotherhood before I lost my flesh and blood.
I’ve gone and laid a path for you, for when you’re treading through the flood.
Don’t act like I haven’t been there--
With a ball and a chain anchoring me to a life full of regret.
Our lives are closer than you’d expect.
We know this doesn’t have a future, so you should call it for what it is.
If pressed to leave behind your dreams, then we can call it for what it is.
“C’mon, would I lie to you?”
(Your road is blocked) and your careening past the barricade.
Through the portal of a glass cascade
You speak as though your love has died before it’s bloomed,
But you are working with bad soil.
I’ve heard those empty words before,
and I can tell you that they’re nothing but snake oil.
Too blind to see past the pussy.
I know these words you speak are not of your own mouth.
I know these thoughts you have are not of your own mind.
I know you’re in there somewhere, begging to be free.
I heard your voice before, it spoke honestly to me.
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The Feeling
04:12
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I haven’t felt the sun in God knows how long,
Cuz i’ve grown to isolate myself each day.
But lately ,I’ve been taking in the fresh air,
And I think it’s cuz I’ve been bathing in your rays.
I’m too busy swimming in my ocean of self consciousness.
Got something new and promising here, right in front of me.
I get that feeling oh, when I’m thinking about you.
I hope you feel it too.
I haven’t slept in peace in Lord knows how long,
With the shape of you pressed softly on the sheets.
I promise you I’m gonna buy a box spring
so we don’t gotta live like dogs in summer heat.
Want to make you proud, but I am ballin’ on a budget.
You said, “having money doesn’t make a man a baller...does it?”
“If you welcome the end with open arms:
Take a shot!
If you came here to die with the ones you love:
Take a shot!
If you’re leaving this world with no regrets:
Take a shot!
If you’re hoping for chances in the next life:
Take a shot”
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Trampled
04:32
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I wanna die when I’m 50.
Why does that scare everyone I know?
If I don’t feel fulfilled by then, I’m thinking I’ll be ready to go.
A short life of purpose--is there something wrong with me?
Twenty-three felt like an eternity.
I’m trying to just rocket towards the sun and explode when I’m young.
Cuz there’s no promise of a life after this one--
So why would I lose sight of the moment?
But maybe this is all a weak excuse for all my faults and shortcomings.
You really think I want to watch myself wither?
Can’t expect to maintain this lifestyle forever.
Good intentions, twisted by the snakes,
Get dragged through the dirt until everything breaks.
Trampled by a world that’s grown selfish and cold,
I learned my lesson long before I got too old enough to realize
that the good times are the hardest to find.
Pray the world is not as bad as it is in my mind.
The more days that pass, the more hopeless I become.
Maybe there’s peace when all of this is done.
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Mi Flor de Michoacan
03:46
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“I want to thank you, for coming here tonight.
You are vibrant and so full of life.
In the face of what is to come, you make me feel like it’s all just begun.
I can’t help feeling like I won’t see you again.
So won’t you just stay with me till the end, mi flor de michoacan?
I know the pain of mourning sudden death.
I’m trying to stay present, while knowing what is coming next.
Wherever we go, I know you’re with me.”
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Malignant Glow
04:53
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I admit:
I feel like my whole life’s been pointless,
Knowing it’s soon to extinguish.
In these moments, how do we find an answer to our journey?
Let’s leave this place,
And make towards a scenic vantage to become close to the heavens.
Maybe we can breach the gates before the levee breaks.
“Driver, could you please go a little fucking faster?
I know I probably sound like a massive bastard,
But in case you didn’t know--
This malignant glow signals the coming end.”
Hold my hand,
Like every single drive we’ve taken.
Our minds now free from the wheel.
Inching forward, the moon begins it’s path across the sky.
“We’re short on time!!”
This eclipse marks our final moments.
Will our souls exit our confines?
From above, the solar tendrils ignite the evening sky.
“Driver, could you please go a little fucking faster?
I know I probably sound like a fucking bastard,
But in case you didn’t know--
This malignant glow signals the coming end.”
Please, God! I'm not ready to go
I need to save the fruits of my labor.
If this is predetermined,
I've become sentient.
Is this will not my own?
And I’m pretty sure you know,
This time with you was the best that I could spend.
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Sol Moriente
03:35
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There is a place we exodus.
The Sun swallows the Sky.
Our souls re-seed on foreign land.
We never truly die.
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