Schemata Prologue
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Embrace from a letter will raise all the dead. You’re light as a feather and stiff in the head. Brainchilds opus will remain exiled, Open the gates. We are just lying by the waste, helping this pointless suffering…
Red In The Sky
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Take a ride, baby you decide if we turn left or right. Just put on your restraints and I will fasten mine, as fast as we can go and then we’ll take some time to get away from all our troubles left behind. Sun sets on our faces we’ll be cool tonight. There’s red in the sky. Open your eyes and see the blinding light denied, surprise your mind with fables and lies and lies. Fantasize burning to the ground, I think our tongues are tied, we tried to call for help but we got no reply. So pour another drink and let our spirits die. There’s red in the sky. Because today is the first day of the end of our lives, today we take a piece of a falling sky. We’re gonna try to make our way to the other side. [Run from – Guns, drums] Tonight you’ll understand why we waste our time. Follow me to the end, follow me to the end, and I’ll take you there. I will take you there, and I’ll take you there, we will go.
Momenta
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Run around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, shouting out “To each his own”! Never was a together put us so far apart, look away and reach your own. We are the broken cog in a machine that was meant to run on us alone. When we have a need for everything we want, have we won? After all, could be anyone. After all you could say you were. After all, it was all of us. In the end, we were there. How do you even get to be a human being when there’s so many bills to pay? How did we ever get to where however we are, how do we all fall for it? Say it a thousand times and then you know it’s true. Everybody thinks it’s cool. I am part of the problem, where is everybody else? A fire has burned us, hey now. You’re trying to blame us, hey now. You’re shooting at us, hey now. A fortune from us, hey now. We are powerless, hey now!
Running Home
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Don’t let your feet settle at all. Don’t let your feet hit the ground. Don’t let your feet settle at all. You’re going to need to catch your breath but you can feel it down your neck, and it’s alien. Home where I hear there’s trouble, come running on the double. Home where I hear there’s trouble, critical and vital. And it’s off again, it broke and ran. A piece of man, it’s alien. Hang on your contribution, a fiery elocution. Tale of an open cycle, chronicle insightful. You’re going to need… Look at the sky. Take a breath and taste the open air with me, out among the trees. Only today… the dark above us full of stars that don’t belong. Then they ran away. Sorry.
Bad Apple
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Wake up jump ship, get out of bed. Now you’re looking with eyes in the back of your head. You split the seams and you don’t care. Warfare! Shedding the skin above it. Like a featherweight contending with a heavyweight, the game is rigged. The challenge is pretending. To hear the roar of the crowd, you take a fall before the bow. Now you resemble a clown. You are the apple I despise. [I am the snake inside your mind] Just break a branch and take a bite. [You left the window open wide] Not far from rotten still the sweetest in the bunch. You are the apple I despise. Hand held microscopic, plans of endangered logic. Praise all praise your one way manner, force fed subject matter. To celebrate is to mourn. Like a calm before the storm, you died the day you were born.
Two Complaints
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Generation undetermined. We don’t care where we’re going, don’t care where we’ve been. I don’t know where I am. In spite of a miracle (This dream isn’t over yet for us). A sip from the antidote (This dream isn’t happening, crush). The plight of a miracle (this dream never was, you know, for us). Sift through the ashes on the floor. When you throw in the towel don’t you know that everybody’s alone? You gotta throw me a bone. You want to take of your crown, but you bought it. It’s like wearing a stone you couldn’t carry alone. You run to want to get away. You run to one of two complaints. There is no damn conspiracy. There’s only people here who know what’s going on, and they ain’t saying nothing. We’re gonna settle this like men, gonna take it out into the streets and fight. Do you really feel like winning? You run to want to get away. You run to one of two complaints. There’s no god damned conspiracy. There’s only you and me who know what’s going on, and we ain’t saying nothing. I’m peeling softly. Get this off me, throw it all away. If I take you with me you will starve and have to carry me. You run to want to get away. You run to one of two complaints. You run to want to get away. You run to want a safe place. Generation undetermined. We don’t care where we’re going, don’t care where we’ve been. I don’t know where I am.
Off Is A Crime
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Drain your eyes little baby, train your eyes on me. (Do what you want, I’ll be watching). Pleased to make your acquaintance, feast your eyes on me. (Do what you want, I’ll be watching). It’s not like you’re not trying to play. Your sinister secret is you’re planting a garden. It’s not like you’re off in the back trying to sneak away. No, no – You’re on the TV. On TV. TV. You’re on my screen. When turning it off is a crime, on sale is unplugging it will cost your life. It punishes with or without an identity, as we pay to watch you. Watch you watching us. Watch you watch us watch you. It’s not like you’re not trying to play. Your sinister secret is you’re planting a garden. It’s not like you’re off in the back trying to sneak away. No, no – You’re on the TV. On TV. TV. Get off my screen.
Brainchild
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Embrace from a letter will raise all the dead. You’re light as a feather and stiff in the head. Currents magnify my home, short breaths of equations fill my lungs. Unite a singularity, format spawned by human beings. Knowledge and consciousness are one. Download digital wisdom, from microscopic cells to primative ideals. Brainchilds’ opus will remain exiled, open the gates. We’ve seen this paradigm shift into all our daily lives. We are just lying by the waste, helping this pointless suffering. What has become of us? A simple plague of violence. This avenue that we pursue will soon elude all trust. The ends will justify the means. Reverse polarities, identify the parody. The stage is set. The lights are lit for the next step… Enslave. Log in or you will be erased.
Downtown Crier
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I know we were talking, that it was not your calling. To jump when the bells ring, or holler when there’s trouble, holler when there’s trouble. I warned you to keep clear of giving yourself away. ‘Cause people will know what you’re all about before you even speak, before you even speak out. It’s like a stain that you cleaned, or you thought damn spot be gone. Still they chew you up. Sour grapes. But it’s obvious to the oblivious, no. You’re kind of crazy. Awful way of living, to sit on so many fences and hate what you see down on either side. I shudder when I see, I shudder when I see it. I can’t solve your problem. I can’t even tell you mine. I jump when the bells ring, and holler when there’s trouble. But there is always trouble. Downtown crier.
This Dog Just Rolled Over And Died
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You’re riding on a highway when a passenger makes a claim that he sees a dead end. Dead end becomes a one way, every breath that you take comes closer to your last. So just lay back and let it slide. So pack your bags and escape from the lies that are made, your pretensous invasion begins. A birds eye veiw looking away, you’re on all four legs when your back displays a target. This dog just rolled over and died. I am the label peeled away, this expiration has been out of date, a while.
Through The Sunrise
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You got your face on. You’re in your place, on loan. Oh no. You got your work done. You got your way, go home. Oh no. Brave, glance around the room. It’s your way. Pray, raise, elevate. Dance around the room. We only live once, don’t you know? We are a leaf on the wind, we will go where we need to go. If you’re coming out then let’s go. There’s a party after the show. There’s a fire tonight. Stay with me. We can go through the sunrise. There’s a fire tonight. You got a passion, it’s your condition. It’s an addiction, you’re gonna fly away. You got your plans all right, tonight. You’ve got a mission, make a decision. You got a vision, you got to fly away. You’ve got your friends all night, tonight.
Dead Utopia
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Awake in life without a birth. Unite, revise and deal. But now the drones will overthrow. You win… You win. We sent a message encoding wavelengths of past and present. So trace the bloodlines of ones and zeros and redefine us. Going and going… Gone. We’re shutting it down, your little wildcard. This prevalent smile is a junkyard. You’re standing naked with discharge. Going and going… Gone. This fire I light will ignite you, skin peels and all your inside bloom. The tide rises as we shoot the moon. The present, carried away to make future suns grey (color the suns grey). As we reign.