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1
02:20
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The definition of catastrophe
Changes depending on who’s speaking.
An arrow shot over an army
Still hits a soldier
Who meets their maker before their king.
Be buried where you stand.
One pawn out of one thousand.
Blood for blood, no tear shed.
One pawn out of one thousand.
The definition of irreplaceable
Only belongs to those who buy it.
An appetite so insatiable,
They’ll trade a million lives
To satisfy them through the day.
Be buried where you stand.
One pawn out of one thousand.
Blood for blood, no tear shed.
One pawn out of one thousand.
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2
03:19
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Don’t need a compass when you’re lost.
Don’t need help to return to dust.
Can’t help but end where you began.
You once were nothing. You’ll be nothing again.
Is it so bad?
Do you really need to own your whole
existence?
You are borrowed. You’ll go back.
Each molecule to form a shape
Has its own destiny.
Each passion hidden behind your face
Will soon return to outer space.
We are pilots
Taught like children
To fly forward
Linear thinking
3 dimensions
Dictate being
An invented meaning.
Is it so bad?
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3
03:16
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Petulant,
Persistent,
Submission
To indefinite.
What’s the use?
Indifference continues.
Give substance
To what you want.
Give purpose,
Become your god.
What’s the use?
Indifference continues.
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4. |
4
03:17
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Trusting blind men
Selling tunnel vision glasses.
Come to the table.
It’s supper for the masses.
State of mind.
Do you live between two lines?
Callous, yet feeble.
Cram cattle in the steeple.
March to the beating drum.
We are the chosen people.
State of mind.
Do you live between two lines?
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5. |
5
04:03
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Come on, let’s go outside.
I know the thunder is a little alarming,
So you can take your time.
If today’s not the day, I’ll call you back in the morning.
You wonder, should you stay?
You miss the starting day,
But you’re scared of the rain.
Pretend you’re an old house,
The foundation is giving, but it’s cozy and warm.
Your mind is an attic
Where you keep old suites, like different lives that you’ve worn.
These walls, a safety net.
You wish you could forget,
But you’re scared of the rain.
Rebirth is such a chore,
Inside, it all stays the same.
You’ve sunken to the floor,
Because you’re scared of the rain.
Don’t be scared of the rain.
Take all the time you need to process the pain.
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6. |
6
04:14
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It’s just you and I, waking down to the end of the road.
You point out that the road ends multiple times, but I just don’t see it.
You insist we turn around or find a side street and I continue to walk.
I don’t hear you as I walk forward.
I hear the sound of my footsteps.
I see only 2 steps ahead.
It only occurs to me that you’ve stopped when I no longer feel the warmth of your hand.
I now no longer know the comfort of home, companionship, or where we were headed in the first place.
I know that I once knew stories of good and evil, books of truth, songs of love.
All I know is the road I’m on,
And that I must continue forward.
It’s not long after this realization that I walk off the edge of a cliff.
Echoes of a past life ring like explosions.
Regrets from old wounds start to resurface.
The safety rope I tied around my waste has been undone for some time.
I scream but there is no sound.
There never is, is there?
So I warn my fellow travelers, be weary of the worlds you travel.
Be weary when the woods grow dark.
You may find light at the end of the trail,
But the sad truth is that those who wandered too far only gained more questions,
And those who came back become something beyond human.
If I call for you now, would you pull the rope?
You probably wouldn’t, and I forgive you.
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MattstaGraham Tucson, Arizona
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