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Praying for Better Days
01:11
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All colors fade away
I saw them turn to gray
Distorted lens of rage
Praying for better days
Lay in this bed I've made
Contort until I break
Wake up I feel the same
All colors fade away
Degrading mental state
No longer could relate
I saw them turn to gray
Praying for better days
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This is the concrescence
Conglomerate merge
Built up through resonance
Grown in a powerful body
Loss of who, where, what, when
Quantificational purge
With trust and reverence
I dance to this fugue
The one unbegotten
I am abraxis
Gnosis comes by mine
Erode the axis
Slink from three to nine
All time forgotten
This is the concrescence
Conglomerate merge
Built up through resonance
Matter is blown away
A system collapsing into itself
I salivate
Give in to me
Or suffer
Suffer
Constant becoming seems infinitely running this sequence of patterns will end
Concrescence
Worth is determined by one's dedication to the people they love
Living in a fallacy to fall and feel the never ending burn
Charcoal, rubble, burning black and gray,
They never seem to fucking learn
This is the concrescence
Fear is the price of our instrument
But I can help you bear it
We have no will to navigate this plane
This is the concrescence
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Blue Heaven
04:48
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The gift of a mind,
Once denied, ostracized,
In Blue Heaven prized
To break is divine
Enslaved yet we're freed
On roont minds we feed
Through our creation we bring on damnation,
Breaking the beams all without hesitation,
Unraveling existence through our concentration
Feared
In my when
In my where
Life's not fair
Overseen by the low men and taheen
Breaking their magic-replacing machines
Our unified power will bring down the tower
The slate is clean
To break is divine
Hile, sai
Hile, gunslingers, hile
Given a purpose beyond imagining
Ka is a wheel; all things serve the beam
Who knew destruction could be so pleasuring?
Wrought in the court of the Crimson King
Demons of the prim
Are awakening
With the mad red king
At the tower, laughing
Addicted wards of Algul Siento
Evicted from their only true home
Gunslingers bring with them fire and chaos
Stand and be true, and you'll kill with your heart
Death for the breakers would not be a great loss
For a new start
The gift of a mind,
Once denied, ostracized,
In Blue Heaven prized
To break is divine
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