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Pattern Seekers
02:34
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All these streetlights lighting my way
they're the only reason ill make it home tonight
as I walk through this path, these cobblestones
the sky, the sky
the beauty I see with my eyes
this glamor will run dry
And I hope for a future
A life I want to pass
Time and time again,
the fuck-ups we've amassed
(I am the one you told you'd come back, but you didn't.)
We're all pattern seekers
we've gotten good at predicting
We see where we're going
We see that we're all doomed
We don't know how we got here,
and we look just to find... we don't know who we are
and we struggle with ourselves to find out,
we don't know where we want to go
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Holy Mountain
03:00
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(Surrender yourself)
give up your pain
give up your pleasures
give up your past
give up your lovers
give up your friends
give up your family
forget about what you hate,
forget about you desire
Once you give into death,
you will know nothingness...
it is the only, true reality
...But don't be afraid
(its easy to be afraid)
Because you're not alone
(everyone's afraid)
Give up your body, flesh, blood, and bones
Don't try to keep it, it was always alone
give up the animal, that houses your soul
Don't be obsessed, just let go
Possession leads to lost, leads to pain
it leads to grief, and that is no gain
just try to realize you don't exist
we all don't exist
now embrace the beauty in which we call death,
the grave welcomes you with love
the dark hole, to your rebirth,
your new body, the universe
you are the green
and you are the blue
you are the me
and I am the you
you are the dark
and you are the light
you are the stars that guide me at night
you are more than what you thought you were
you are my life
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Nossa Terra
04:49
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this noise in my head,
its telling me, I'm up to no good
these lavish thoughts of my betrayal
will end all of us
what is good? what is bad?
money and greed is such a fad
do what you want
forget what you need
let the vermin tell you how to bleed
What is fine? or not so devine?
We're always good guys
and they're always swine
like points on a line, degrees on a scale
righteousness is relative,
whose magnitude is pale
Two sides, two sides
equal and opposite
Every four years, another perennial
a weed that persists through the toughest revolt
it feasts on your ignorance, it blossoms to power,
a plant that is too big to fail
it's mean and green, as green as can be
it rests on the best manure that money can buy
with the finest of pesticides
every four years we take a chance by flipping a two faced coin hoping for tails.
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