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Ego Traps
02:56
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Wrapped up on our backs
Stuck in ego traps
Like flies in a web
We keep the suckers fed
We don’t know it all
It’s never the end
Growth is a slow crawl
Always on the mend
Stuck in the web
KeepIng them fed
Continually surrendering
All you’ll ever get is the next step
Creepy crawling
Keeps you falling
Into your doom
My parasite
Starve, don’t you bite
Barred from the light
Know not your might
Forget all the rest
Freeing ego death
Bite
Wrapped up on our backs
Stuck in ego traps
Like flies in a web
We keep the suckers fed
The cycle never ends
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Recovery Mode
02:21
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I’m locked in this box, inside of my head
Can only peek out, like under my bed
What force will it take?
Is it all only waiting?
Just wishing for once to watch something real
Wind in my hair, ground when I kneel
Life beats it’s drum
Water in my lungs
I’m stuck in recovery mode
One day I would like to lead a pure life
And see things again with newborn delight
The past is so full of holes that I dug
Fill up these graves, fix these glitches and bugs
I’m stuck in recovery mode
To sacrifice regret and rage
(To sacrifice regret and rage)
To see how they would fade away
(To see how they would fade away)
And not to waste what time that’s left
(And not to waste what time that’s left)
To not regret the time I spent
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Turn a Blind Eye
02:30
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I don’t trust the way that you act nice
But all your virtue signaling does fine
I guess that’s all you need
To pass for decency
Trickster, deceiving
I know your type
Your words, they don’t carry
Your past actions buried
Call it discretionary
I see right through your shit
I’m so good, you promise
At least to your knowledge
Hope that gives you solace
I see right through your shit
Why do so many turn a blind eye?
Does no one notice the irony, the lies?
I don’t trust the way
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Impulse Control
02:28
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Why would you let yourself be okay?
Go looking for things that will bring pain
Undo all the work done on your brain
Happiness is too hard to maintain
Chomping at the bit
Searching for bullshit
Guided by duress
If not this, what mess?
Falling, spinning
Mourning past lives
Are they grinning?
This world deprives
Faded numbers
Telephone poles
Jaded slumber
Time takes its toll
Cold, damp nothingness is all we know
Clutch hate to your chest and melt the snow
My self destruction will yield repercussions
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Disconnected
02:52
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Far, far away
Dissociate
Disconnected
Far, far away
Everything is drained
Shapes weigh the same
My eyes can’t seem to focus
I try to ground myself in substance
Blank skies, take me away from this place
Away from this place
Things are drained
Weigh the same
It’s in vain
Nothing gained
Far, far away
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