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Vultures (Prologue)
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i don't like large gatherings of people i don't know,
where the only thing that binds these vultures
are their short lived ways of letting go.
Because substances can't save us from our unfortunate fate,
and we will all be a drop of paint in the endless landscape.
In our own dimension even time can't command,
and i feel the ticking hands let their grip off my throat,
as i inhale the purest breath and then release all of the stress.
(The best time is when you dont know what time it is at all).
i keep running through my re-runs again,
watching old movies from when i was a kid.
And i remember things weren't always this happy at that time,
i recall a house of thunderstorms and close call lightening strikes.
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Telescope
03:44
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i turned the telescope towards myself,
To try and match its size and shape.
Because i have been feeling a bit overwhelmed,
When i look up at the endless landscape.
i turned the substances away from myself,
i don't like the person that they create.
Because im always feeling a bit overwhelmed,
when i put myself in an altered state.
i turned every hallway into a maze,
Overthinking how i'd be portrayed;
because it's easy to romanticize your pain,
as a way to make you feel okay.
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Solar wind, lift me up out of my skin.
and the creator may unlock his door
and i may be invited in.
But if there's no answer
i will cultivate my own home,
and look toward myself because there's no where else to go.
But there is a universe inside of me
limited by all my human boundaries
there is a universe inside of me
that i can't attempt to explain when I speak
Everything i hold on to seems to run away,
whether it runs out of my head, my hands, or to another state.
But in my own dimension, for now, it seems that i am safe
and i am free from all the boundaries that language creates.
But there is a universe inside of me
limited by all my human boundaries
there is a universe inside of me
that i can't attempt to explain when I speak
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Lottery
03:52
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i was born in a house of thunderstorms and close call lightening strikes.
The voice of my maker echoed through to my neighbors
and the cops came more than twice.
It is that growing up that made me so scared
of the constant conflict when we're just splitting hairs.
But i cant shake the anxiety i feel in my own house,
isn't this supposed to be a fortress to keep the world out?
So take the old house i was raised in and raze it down.
i stood tall on my toes to match
what had been growing for millenniums past,
and saw i shouldn't get so attached
but it's hard to admit how long i'll really last.
i was chosen to win this lottery
but was it random and i beat the odds impossibly?
Or did someone have a hand in who was winning?
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Yugen (Act II)
01:54
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The oldest moving painting,
Our father's only ceiling.
The most humbling feeling
to see what they did.
To travel time
and transcend skin.
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Self Portrait
05:44
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Body language is the first way we all learn to speak,
and you haven't been very fluent.
There's too much risk in living so we don't do it.
Concrete and stone built on piles of bones
and yet i still try to feel important,
like the universe in some way is assorted.
If we were meant to be here why does no one feel comfortable?
If there's some cosmic event that could cause me,
(a piece of the universe aware of itself consciously)
then i'm thankful to see i am nobody.
Every night i paint a self portrait,
and not even in one am i smiling.
Now they hang on every wall.
Reminding me of when
all that i knew i could count on one hand,
and i was happy to not understand
the gears beneath the paint.
The ticking then was faint.
If we were meant to be here why does no one feel comfortable?
If there's some cosmic event that could cause me,
(a piece of the universe aware of itself consciously)
then i'm thankful to see i am nobody.
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The Invention Of Locks
03:23
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Right after the universe
the second thing the creator made was a lock
so no one could ever see his face.
But i've been picking at his lock,
and trying to crack his code,
but it seems there are a few numbers still missing.
You believe you see ghosts
walking through the house at night,
in rooms that are unsafe to go into.
Do you really see shadows in your periphery?
Or ethereal people who once lived standing in your room, where
on that kitchen table you drew a perfect sketch of me,
but quickly tried to cover up the honesty in what you really see.
And maybe one day we could live without names
and i could know you by all my five senses that you satisfy.
But you don't know how to swim in anything deeper than shallow water, and i guess that's true for your speech as well.
And every time i come home i never take off my shoes,
'cause i don't plan on staying very long.
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Raven Feathers
03:55
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That homespun dream catcher only catches dust,
and it's raven feathers won't bring you any luck.
It takes a whole ocean and the moon
to erase my mere footsteps in the sand.
Its thoughts like these that make me feel large again.
But the Earth's endured a lot more than I could throw at it.
And it's perfect system will make sure to cover
every track i've ever made.
It seems so self important to capitalize the letter "I".
Lowercase it makes more sense with our actual size.
And the urban ocean waves of traffic flying by
wash over my body but still leave me dry.
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We are ever static walls
Though our paint may change,
our frame will always hold us up exactly the same.
It is that structure underneath that keeps us standing,
but the way we choose to decorate it gives us a reason to stand
i've been punching holes to see
past the paint that's pale and peels off.
To see the perfect symmetry in the boards of wood.
Though now i see through the wall, it's just to see through myself.
To see the boards that built the body i was barely given time to borrow.
i go forever inward
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We don't go inhaling,
we let it all out in the open.
And what we kept bottled up,
the corks fly open.
And i'm not one to borrow from and refuse to return,
so i willingly give my body back to the Earth.
Because i don't mind leaving behind
everyone and thing i love when i sleep,
how different is eternity?
i can feel the universe pull us apart.
We're an abstract painting made from perfect order.
and i'm staring at the endless landscape
as i feel myself get shorter.
This vacuum won't leave me alone
so i scream at it until i've shredded up my vocal chords
but the sun just interrupts before it even has a chance to speak.
i can feel the universe pull us apart.
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The Aviary (Epilogue)
03:09
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Trapped in the aviary
then effortlessly I'm carried
drifting
floating up
freed by some fragile force
Clouds cover my skin like clothes
and the cool mist wraps me in it's hold
and all i can see now is grey
High above the vultures now
and portraits that cornered me
and shouted awful advice that i'd take
Jealousy tricked me
to turn the telescope toward myself
as if i could be infinite as well
Closer now to the top of the cloud i scrape
as i approach the endless landscape
and feel the clouds cloth unravel from me
Naked but i don't feel unnatural
as i turn toward the actual size of Earth
as it dwindles away
Darker now from grey to black
but i don't feel cold as i float far past the Earth
i feel a warm welcome
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