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To Whom It May Concern
02:07
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[Dial Tone]
[Busy Signal]
[Busy Signal Becomes Melody]
[Medics, Police murmering over radio]
[Gunshot, falls onto table, bullet hits floor, body hits floor]
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Machine Over Will, Is Our New Thrill
Subside To Nill
Machine Over Will, Is Our New Thrill
Subside To Nill
Man created me and i roam the Earth.
From the Darkness, he has given birth.
To deaths end, a new immortal trend.
God, where are you? God, where are you?
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Impact
02:38
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Internal Storm
05:15
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Poem: Internal Storm
Vibrating from my core to my hardened shell, a feeling of solace resonates just beneath my damaged skin. Crisp like chilling vapor, my nerves are momentarily settled. A storm rages at the cusp of the horizon's grasp. Its violent release is sure to come, like the thoughts and motivation my mind struggles to bury.
Seething begins from my heart to my fingertips, streams of vibrant colors are emitted. Indescribable in nature, they do not resemble the blue of my eyes nor the red of my blood. Gently reaching into the distance, they seem to tease the storm closer. Like a funnel collecting droplets, my warped self is amassing destruction.
Joining as one, we are finally provided release. Magnificent eruptions of energy and light breathe outward from the darkened clouds. The canvas of reality surrounding me has become liquefied and slowly begins to flow inward. Filling my eyes from within, I consume all that hates me.
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5. |
Crave
05:29
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850nm (Infrared Mix)
03:08
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Protokoll
03:28
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[Radio Static]
The World Trade Center Is ON FIRE!!!
[Radio Static]
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Question My Mind
04:01
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Question My Mind
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Wake
02:38
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Angels stand in silence amid a celebration.
Rebuilding a love, only to place it back into a cage.
Steady and true but lost of virtue, confidence established in pride.
Empty gazes upon a pretty young face.
Accepting of the decaying self, yet flawless outside.
Take me, one and all, yours to use and abuse.
Hiding the remains of a broken frame, revealing all to testify.
Always separate and never understood,
Like the light that shines beyond the ageless horizon.
Surreal beyond reflection, and hollow like this tainted love.
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