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Tao.
02:35
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Death where have you been all of my life?
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Merci.
03:01
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Dear death,
Are you mercy or merciless? I still taste your kiss.
Lip stick stained on your lips.
Are you a curse or gift? are you mercy or merciless?
As Judas hangs with his face twisted are you mercy or merciless?
An escape for the sad and sick, are you mercy or merciless?
You're saying I need you but I can hardly breathe you in without choking.
Are you a monster or a myth? are you mercy or merciless?
Do you give or just taketh? are you mercy or merciless?
As Judas leans in for his kiss, are you mercy or merciless?
As He forgives with His final breath are you mercy or merciless?
There is no cure for death we search east and west but there is nothing yet.
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Supernova.
03:25
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There is no cure for death. I keep treating each season like some sort of test but no answers are correct we just fill in the reasons believing we're more than flesh.
I want to live forever like anybody else I want to break these chains and claw my way out but stars shine then die, glow then explode. Time will pass you by you never know when you'll go.
A star which explodes, increasing its brightness to typically a billion times that of our sun, though attenuated by the great distance from our sun. Some leave only debris (Type I); others fade to invisibility as neutron stars (Type II) S-U-P-E-R-N-O-V-A
Supernova.
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Vedanā. (DK)
04:21
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I crave sensation I know very well what my fate is
Dangling from a cliff between my fear and impermanence
Nobody needs to tell me that I'm nobody
I know exactly what my fate will be
Six feet beneath your feet
It's hard to admit defeat
You can't fight with that white flag waving
Don't save what is not worth saving
You can't stop the maggots craving
Decaying
I don't see any use in praying
You can't stop the maggots craving
Decaying
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Paradise
05:39
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I.
There must be some place without pain when it's all said and done playing past the last frame.
There must be some place without hate hidden deep in your heart for the things that you can't explain.
So I'll let you take the burden of the blame IF you are real and can create to make a place where I sting and ache just to roll the dice for the promise of a paradise without pain.
I'll never forgive the forgiver
I hold a grudge for the judge of all sinners
II.
I've come to realize that there is no paradise just what you can see with your two eyes.
I've come to realize that there is no paradise, everybody dies.
I've come to realize that everybody dies and there is no paradise.
Just what you can see with your two eyes.
There is no paradise.
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Mandala.
04:10
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I.
Everybody dies it's just a matter of time.
A brush fire that burned from the amazon to your front lawn.
You smelled the smoke but never thought that you would choke.
You watch as he passes it's dust to dust and ashes to ashes.
You light another coffin nail to coat the lump inside of your throat.
The ink goes dry and that's all she wrote.
Everybody dies it's just a matter of time.
II.
I start to feel your memory escaping me and I fear that's what my fate will be.
A scar that used to bleed but now without a heart pumping there's nothing but a mark that used to mean something.
A sand mandala in the breeze.
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Danse Macabre.
03:11
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Now that you're gone I fear the dark. I leave the TV on just to drown out my thoughts. Hope floats with the life preserver rope around it's throat and my every nightmare is haunted by your ghost, whatever it takes dear to keep you close.
We are but ballerinas skating on the thinnest ice ever devised and hoping we don't fall.
Now that you're dead I just lay in bed thinking of what could have been. I let the hurt surround my head and wish I never learned the steps to this dance of death.
We are but ballerinas skating on the thinnest ice ever devised and hoping we don't fall.
We are but ballerinas dancing with death and hoping we don't die.
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