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Written in Red
04:55
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We’re not going outside
In the desolate and rain-soaked streets tonight
To the flickering lights
As detracted moths indifferent to a flame
Thin veils of barbed wire
Paint these city walls with brushstrokes so demure
You were calling my name
And your words remain forever and endured
Written in red
What kind of creatures stand alone
While the city dogs just carried on
One hundred years of solitude
Following
Your ticket and mine
The shutters close but only for awhile
Would you sit by my side
If our numbers drawn were for us to decide
The pale light in your eyes
Sing a different tune that I’ve not heard before
Soon your roses are blurred
And your parting words left scrawled across the floor
Written in red
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Extinction
04:25
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Take me to the quarantine
Because because
everyone outside is an imminent threat
Take me to the quarantine
Because because
Everyone outside is losing their minds
Into rust
Into absence
Into dust
Take me to the quarantine
Because because
Everyone outside is holding their breath
Take me to the quarantine
Because because
Everyone outside is losing this time
Into rust
Into absence
Into dust
Into half-life
Extinction
Why bother trying to escape?
Why bother when the outcome stays the same?
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Recognition
03:32
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Your shining face was in my dream
Amongst the hordes of all the same words
And just as soon as you appeared
You hit restart and stole my breath
AI
Pre-Crime
Security or Insanity?
Your eyes
Your gaze
Your image in perpetuity
I tried to match your face but it was an illusion
Upload you to my database but it was all confusion
Recognition
Month after month, year after year
Searching through crowds, yet unavowed
Awaiting a glimpse of your return
You hit control and stole my sight
AI
Pre-Crime
Security or Insanity?
Your eyes
Your gaze
Your image in perpetuity
I tried to match your face but it was an illusion
Upload you to my database but it was all confusion
Recognition
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I can’t tell the difference
The difference between
The face in the mirror
Or the face on the screen
Im lost in a forest
Of truths I avoid
Or maybe I’m just paranoid
Put your hand through the plastic
And meet me there
I can’t tell the difference
The difference between
The end of my flesh and
This loathsome machine
A casing surrounds me
And muffles my voice
Or maybe it was all by choice
Put your hand through the plastic
And meet me there
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5. |
The Attic of My Heart
03:49
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An image of you quickly passing by
Missed like a fleeting train
Then your whisper slowly fades away
Until it starts again
These days move fast
When you’re walking on the wrong side of
those tracks again
if only you could disappear
to the attic of my heart
an old relic filled with ants and dust
and dog-eared photographs
These days move fast
When you’re walking on the wrong side of
those tracks again
Well I was passed out in the cold, dark
basements of our youth
while the music carried on
And in the smoke-filled air it seems
a projection on the wall
predicted everything
These days move faster, faster, faster, faster still
When you’re walking on the wrong side of
those tracks again
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Concrete and Glass
03:39
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Standing here upon the fire escape
The streets are empty now at last
A chain link fence confined, surrounding us,
and weaving through the night
We always knew this time would pass
Through concrete and glass we watch the trains go by
A window open for our eyes
One last kiss and then the world dissolves, and echoes through our bones
We always knew this was goodbye
We've got no time to waste
To answer
To enter
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Fixed Lens Berlin, Germany
Dystopian post-punk from Berlin, DE
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