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Golden Arrow, Holy Face
02:19
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Try as I might to rationalize
I can’t help but wonder
If I’ll take the easy way out of this life
All I can hope for is that I won’t say
Golden Arrow, Holy Face
As I age, will my views change?
To accept a comforting view of what comes next
Deathbed confessional won’t come to call
There is no turning back on this refusal of god.
All I can hope for is that I won’t say
Golden Arrow, Holy Face.
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Sisyphus Says
01:49
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Only one to blame for this life
You build it up, now watch it die
I’m sick of these epiphanies
That fade away with the morning light
Sisyphus says that he can see himself in me
Same pattern time and again
Sisyphus says that he can see himself in
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Holy Mountain
01:55
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These gods are of our making
These gods are in our minds
These symbols of the best of us to which we can aspire
But some might say it’s crazy
To take these words as truth
To cast aside the self and follow blindly without proof
Thief! If you don’t want to die, kill your money!
Thief! The holy mountain will set you free.
Take you waste and have it turned to gold
Relying on nothing but faith and alchemy
But some might say it’s crazy
To truth this man of wise
Hysteria that permeates out everlasting lives
Camera pans back, cheeky grin
It’s all an illusion, within an illusion, within an illusion
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They Took Her Away
01:57
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THEY TOOK HER AWAY (written by Ili)
More cops came, and they took Grace away
Screaming and kicking, they took Grace away.
After that we never saw her,or each other, again.
They took her away
Sally sat down, in a pale half-moon
Half a bottle of wine & disappeared into the movie of her mind.
They made a mistake - they took her away.
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Ink
02:43
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There is no ink to hide these past reminders
Of the one I used to be
I build the walls, I can’t remember what it’s like
To be apart from this facade
We all live in these potemkin villages
And this is all that I will ever let you see
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Pastel Blaze
02:18
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Rainbow vortex drawing me in
These dreams I’m having are profane
Sweetness & light with a dark heart
I can’t look away, I won’t look away
Being pulled in and I won’t look away
Hyponotized, in a daze
Mind explodes into a crystal void
A pastel blaze, my mind destroyed
Inverse black hole in my head
Those things you said…
Chains of colour, trapped in black
Look away, and never look back
Technicolour pulls me in
Consciousness averted, bathing in sin
Hear the sounds, and see the light
Hear the sounds for you, we’re playing tonight
Mind explodes into a crystal void
A pastel blaze, my mind destroyed
Pulsing dreams; awake, alive
I’ve slipped over to the other side
Mind explodes into a crystal void
A pastel blaze, my mind destroyed
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He's Up In Heaven Now
02:59
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All your idols will wither and grey
If they survive their glory days
Genius must succumb to the demands of the flesh
A brilliant mind can’t survive once the heart dies
Let your body die
Live on through your words
Forever in our hearts as one who spoke for our minds
Those who speak the truth
And those who speak to our sorrow
Will hopefully inspire generations of tomorrow
Let your body die
Live on through your words
Forever in our hearts as one who spoke for our minds
To be kind was a good trait
In a world of bitter tastes
In hopeless times, you spoke with faith
In the nature of good men.
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