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APOSTLES OF ERIS - Lost
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Your loss is identical to mine. Fissure, we vanish out of...as lost as our brains are functional. Like choking for a bit too long. Debris lines the streets. Connection run-around.
"Hi."
"Enter."
"Lose."
"Repeat."
A way out of subsequent blind routes, repeat doom. A way out of subsequent blind routes, endless loop. I don't know how to move. I'm beyond dread, I know you're drowning too. I don't know what to do. It's all-encompassing, I know you feel it through. I don't know. I don't know. I'm lost just like you.
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APOSTLES OF ERIS - Haze
02:24
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Wait, I thought you threw me through the fold out past the purple walls. I was the window. But the fog weighs upon my soul (an apparition of sorts, floats through borders) and suppresses any fight I thought I might unleash upon...what was I sayin'? What was I...something about the dark. Through the dark glows the moon, on the moon shines the sun. What was I sayin'? Oh yeah, we're drowning in the light/blinds the dread. Remove yourself. Perpetual daze. Improve essence. Here is the key, the key to nothing, choking all.
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APOSTLES OF ERIS - Lies
02:22
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The lies are caked in our inherent biology. Aflame with an oil. Emblazened. Drowned over to erase our memory. It takes its toll...I don't know who I am. Lying's easy when truth is horror. Our lives equate to nothing. Standardized stupidity, we're all content here enjoying the runaround. Basking in the fall as the ceiling caves in. See the fall? If ignorance is bliss then my god, sorrow's sideways. Wide awake. Ourselves, embedded in the lie cycle.
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APOSTLES OF ERIS - Doubt
02:20
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Doubts in my head, they fly around in here unable to separate the tangled matts of soiled truth and lies. Am I good enough? The world says fuck no. The tangled matts of soiled truth, seconds pass, unsure too of which heads to trust. Or of who? Or maybe nachos. For what's our true solution? Am I truly just guilty or apathetic? I'm terrified of all this dread, it feeds my doubt. It casts a shadow over my heart as I fall away, sinking in dismay of my lack of actions. I helped no one today. I fall away. The choice is moot, it's the beginning and the end. I fall away and shatter on my doubts. I fall away and crush my fucking self.
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We live in isolation. It's getting severe. Intrinsic medicine dependent on accumulation of good. I don't know social skills..."strangle us? What are we good for if we can't eden?" We're all typecast. We all cast aside. It's all I've known for so long. In the death march, what if we knelt down? Maybe to make a mark, we bleed out all we knew and start anew. I can feel it slip, feel you slip away. Now I'm just left with the demons in my head. She's alive, goddamn you. She's alive.
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Dave:
Within the game of chess you'll struggle as each plan to move comes undone. You'll wonder what went wrong in the grand scheme of things, like a crowbar under the floorboards. My opponent, there's no falter. Just step through the numbness to accept "king me" in a game of chess. Cyanide (die off) of an education. Worship the fattest zero and fall through that mouth for closure. That's all I see under all the shit you show me. What is our call? Motivation, wait...what's that? I can't read so well so I'll engage myself...
Jesse:
I can't seem to feel
what is real
What I want
Is drifting away
And all I can do is lay in bed and hope the pain turns into a dull ache
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Rinse out your body until the wilted skin sags like amnesia folds, forgetting faster (your doorstep seeps into the house). Tailwinds whip reality around (it's soaking through the walls) the anchor for drown engulfs any semblance of fight I think I had left. I tell you drag defeat down, only to push it off a waterfall. Pressing on your neck, it all breaks off. Plunder victims if you elevate fear. If it's touchy it's worthwhile. Hesitate here in my prison of fear. Try to change or defeat or we're doomed to fail again and again. Your defeat debts this sinking ship is dragging us down. Pay off your defeat debts while this sinking ship is dragging us down (I can't tell you why). Will we set ourselves free? Temptress for hire, the defeat in us all. Or is this just defeat?
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PIQUE - Aparte
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