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The All Seeing Sky
04:24
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Prism People
02:55
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Blue is the color of soul riverside
Yellow makes plans green genocide
Red stares the yellow ones in their eyes
Who's prey think they're serving the sunrise
Crowd smiles counting their sheep
While the wolves cull them to sleep
Planetary Temple is their watcher
Lick the electric hand that feeds
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In Concrete Caves
04:35
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Inch by inch the night eclipsed the water
Black slipped down this side of town toward us
Radio waves echo through pave to warn us
Deaf ears hear only the sound of vultures
Underneath the satin screen
Unearths a plan that's colored green
A movement that is still by day
Unhatches from its carbon egg
A global green turns red
Wash the tide with brainwashed minds
Cleanse away the minds that stray from what they told us
Electric waves in concrete caves conform us
To teach the tribe to ride the tide contorted
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The sky paints the flame of your heart
Smoke rise fills the world with your art
Sustain, plans remain in your name
Your game bind the globe you claim to save
We all run to get in line
To run from the line
Our ancient fathers of time
Roll over Sanskrit lines
The world sits inside of your hand
Your plates spinning as you command
The planes to crash as they fly
The sky scrapes and crumbles from oh so high
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5. |
Glass Tunnels of Mars
08:40
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Underneath red city streets the veins of time are found
A mask so bright that I can hardly see you
Running through dust rock deep so billowed underground
Amassed so high that light will shine right through you
Watch the herding masses flock
With the winders of the clock
A passerby of century lines
Keeps time as years go by
Echoes from lives ago
Speak of the past in present tense
A river flowing silently carries capillary time
Adrift in the mire is a forgotten amendment
A softly voice of old and new will tell you of its crime
A continuity of agenda
The branches overgrowing
Weep while they're willowing
A passerby of centuries lies
Covered in man's disguise
Echoes from lives ago
Speak of the past in present tense
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Confessor Cosmology
07:28
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(today's forecast is hot hot hot, so get to your nearest camp for a vaccine to cool your bones. Family photos for 89.99 courtesy of your neighborhood drones. Remember the Temple is watching so take your meds and eat your rations and listen to your chips...Thinkers are sinkers; brainwaves drown the mind)
You clutch ancient text to rehearse
Your silver tongue can't pay universe
Running over the ocean till current and new
A drowned mind will televise and turn blue
Bloodline pastime so you can make your mark
Sunshine blowing in the air tide brings light upon your dark
Mirror covered gently by orchestrated steam
Flowing is the main stream, a river like a dream
Prison mind, talking heads of lies
Holographic life in our eyes
Reawaken sense that fell blind
Inside you will find spirit mind
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Astral Economics
08:26
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Staring is the sun at dawn
A crack awakens sleeping eyes
A monolith where plans are drawn
Is easing our demise
The figureheads will print our days
A debt ensures that we will pay
The prison guard has locked the door
A keyless world will beg for more
Disguising the sun
Blocked rays has begun
The fool in the ground
His head will spin round
By midday a march will grow
Towards light right to the private lands
A search for justice and for those
who left sky in our hands
The figureheads are printing green
A round table sight unseen
Closing in on self decay
A bank run won delay
That bright old star has gone to rest
The hourglass keeps counting sand
A nocturne set into the west
A clock with restless hands
The conduit is closing now
The field reveals spherical plow
Crop filled circle literature
Speaks warnings into earth
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At the Mouth of the Well
04:37
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If you want to see the wreck
Free the mind that lies with
In the temple of entanglement
Sullen eyes sunk so deep
Dig a tree buried six feet
Reawaken spirits from a time that's passing by
Excavate the sleeping sounds
Of past lives underground
Listen to the spirit sound
Echoes coming from the ground
The rabbit hole keeps going down
Saving grace of inner space
A rat race of the human race
Against the overseers of our lives who count our time
Cut the cord from overlords
Umbilical binds unto our minds
Open eyes of sun
See the snakes one by one
A pressed suit and a fake smile
Open wide, take a step inside
The third window door
See the sky on the floor
You will find salvation lies
Open mind, take a step inside
Saints go marching through the streets
Wormhole veins reclaiming
Love for all that is and was and ever will be free
The shadow suits will run and hide
Fear that ideas never die
Ocean wide the currents break on the shore of our minds
Liquid thoughts uncover truth
Vaporize the prison youth
Set the stage for a new day
The final act tyrant tirade
A broken levy colors streets
With sound of golden waves
Ships of space pass free in rays
A new dawn vessel for today
Silence broken only by the bird and passing word
See the sky and silver sun
And know your freedom you have won
Daytime sky flies in those eyes
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