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Golden Apex
03:17
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You, here
And all I got is soaking hands to pray
There there
Watch out for my step
I’m way down in the storm
But from all this fucking fucked up stuff in my head
You are
And then it’s all done
Washing my brains
How come no one’s amazed by the purpose of your words
Well I am
Back up at the glance
There was no thanks
Everything I’ve tried
Leads to no pride
I swim through the sand
Levitate above the golden apex
Pouring out the light from upon the sky
Well here I stand with the stars
Linking up those shores
Well how could you possibly be wrong
When everyone around can be witnessing the job
Mother of reason
Won’t you taint me?
Help me to get strong
I’m craving
Could you get a pen
To a measly one shot man
Catch me as I stand upon
What everybody’s trying to
Recall
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Cloud Nine
05:20
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I had that dream
I stood there, I stood there with my kin
Then stones started to strike the steel
As we tried to run out, to run out from this rain
40 yards down from this floor
The pure, shiny rest
Can’t wait to feel your flesh
You ground the first born
They say it’s done
Searching for new home
I say I’m on
Some things have been said
Cause they don’t want you to fathom
But somehow the circles
Are getting further and faster
Wise man says
Extol life
Won’t you dare sail your faith
Wise man said so
I’m on searching where there’s no pain anymore
It’s on its way
And this is when I miss you most of all
Father
Mother
Brother
Sister
Extol life
Won’t you dare sail your faith
Extol life
Won’t you dare sail your faith
Won’t you dare sail your faith
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3. |
The Jar
05:13
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Wake up, wake up
And watch out the wicked soul
Stand up
And look for the jar
Look at how well it’s gone
And they burst it and then it all cracks up the sky
You look for a charming place so you can go and die
You find a breach escape yourself and swallow what can be found
But you stumbled down those lands
And now you’re kind of afraid to walk
You’ve grown tired of holding this war
So tired of holding this war
Walk on, walk on
Push out the wicked one
Go on, and smash up the grand boulevard
Til it flies in thousand of pearls
Then stole a tear
Now you suck it dry, neat
Strike the power and shoot the weaker
Get the Devil to pray for God
Lie down. The new born’s feeling it
You’ve never washed your hands
Well, not a thing will ever be the way it surely used to be
Now that Angels are gone
You freak
You cry no more
You cry no more
Now salvation lies in the jar
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Visions Of Chandra
04:03
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Let’s dream it off the stars
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New Colours, New Shapes
05:20
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It feels like I’m barely stuck in here
Way down in the storm where nothing can blind me
But why should I be defeated?
If I get to see what’s going on in here?
No way out
Feel me now
I breathe you now
Tidal waves and concrete walls, I see
Crippling beams and singing trees, and all
Flashing bombs and colder bodies and
Sudden fear that told us that
We wanna love that truth we feel
We’ll concede the might it shows
We will take and breathe its steer
So back up, meet us, start up over and over again
We’re not flying it’s falling in here
We’re not folding it’s moving in here, now
We’re not flying it’s falling in here
We’re not fading it’s moving in here, now
We’re not flying it’s falling in here
We’re not moving it’s coming in here, now
We’re not flying it’s falling in here
We’re not folding it’s moving in here, now
We’re not flying it’s falling in here
We’re not moving it’s coming in here, now
Closer, slower, softer, clearer
Hand in hand
Let’s blink our eyes for the last time
It’s perfect
We will become the powerful four
It’s falling up here, it’s growing inside of me now
It’s falling up here, it’s growing inside of me now
Now I’m trying not to meet us over again (We’ll become the powerful four)
I’m on a winding narrow path but I won’t hit it for sure (We’ll become)
Cause anyone could be the one
Closer, slower, softer
Til it fades out
It feels like I’m barely stuck in here
Right in the storm where everything is clear
We’ll become
The powerful four
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6. |
Cloud Nine (Alecks Mix)
04:13
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