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Wasteland (One Way Trip)
03:45
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The next cityās just in sight
But the crime-rateās running high, and theyāre desperate to supply
Townspeople driven by spite
Arguing over the slight petty hope of being right
And itās getting hard for indie vendors to get by
Chorus:
Iāll take a one way trip to a place where chances slip
Once was Heavenās gate, but now a sinking ship
Packing my bags for a land under attack
Maybe Iām late, but Iāll take a one way trip to the wasteland
And the back of my mind says āPlease donāt applyā
But I feel it in my gut & at least gotta try
To make it in this God-forsaken town
Iām on this trip & I canāt turn around
(Chorus)
Chorus 2:
Take a chance, ācause Iām stuck in a trance
Behind all this hate, I get lost at a glance, so Iām
Packing my bags for a land under attack
Maybe Iām late, but Iāll take a one way trip to the wasteland
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2. |
The Opinion Disease
02:21
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Foot in mouth again, shame lingers around
Which way does the fault flow?
Should I take you down or did I let you down?
Maybe Iāll never know
Chorus:
And I try so hard, with verbal navigation
But know Iām not a perfect guy
A simple thought, unleashes all the venom
The question comes āWhy even try?ā
Another day, another filter, another vain attempt
Just to keep the world at ease
When fragile minds stay off-kilter, so few are exempt
From the opinion disease
(Chorus)
Looking at you, looking at me now
I admit Iām just as lost, the second Iām inclined
And brush off empathy
Wash my mouth with a soapbox, and thatās how Iām defined
With the opinion disease
(Chorus)
Looking at you, looking at me now
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3. |
The Equator
03:23
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We all wait with baited breath
To make right with what weāve got left
Weāre waiting for commands
But praying for a ban from whatās at hand
The world burns & whatās imposed?
Whatās the color of the firehose?
Satire is dĆ©jĆ vu, we tire of nothing new
While civil wars ensue, with no equator
Chorus:
Performing on a stage, preaching in this day & age
The more you compromise, the more negators
Call for a change in roles, both directions are too cold
What separates the poles is the equator
Chorus-outro:
Equatorā¦ your second thoughts will die on the equator
Fool them with your piousness
A prison for your biases
When you put up a fight
Since youāre disenfranchised, we know youāre right
And meanwhile collecting dust
The ālosersā deserve your trust
The only ones who think, beyond the papersā ink
Will all be left to sink in the equator
(Chorus + solo)
(Chorus-outro 3x)
Itās a sign of dying fate
We at large decide the state
By no measure of skill
But going for the thrill of the next kill
The labels & discrimination
Without one consideration
Hearing either side, the chasmās open wide
Hemisphere echo chambers, no equator
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4. |
Accept My Breakdown
04:02
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Running frantic down the hall, collapsing from it all
Failing sanity tonight
Now better than it was then, but afraid the aftershock will kick in
This is not a normal sight
Chorus:
All I need from you now, is to accept my breakdown
Just to pull myself out, of the Hell I make now
All I need is to shout, to make sure that I donāt drown
Promise I will come around
You swear, āThis is the real world, as tough as you have heard
Itās a cycle to upset
Letās get this all behind us. Do you still use your thymus?ā
I looked at you calm and saidā¦
(Chorus + instrumental bridge)
(Chorus 2x)
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5. |
It's for the Song
03:44
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Itās for the songās inspiration
Youāre the cure to my frustration
Months without an idea to frame
What Iām about, the cracks have stayed the same
Now I have found, a new causation
Itās endearing with a name, itās for the song
Chorus:
First songs are infatuation
Sweet and earnest, pure elation
Oh and while I am playing a game
Itās for the song
The interesting partās creation
Of a whole new aggravation
All to spark that new creative flame
Itās for the song
A perfect lie, an accusation
An anthem of our fallen nation
The masters of, the old all see acclaim
This state of love, the poetry of shame
They know itās tough, they cry relation
Pick the strongest nerve & aim, itās for the song
(Chorus)
Bridge:
(Fade out) Iām begging on my knees
(Weigh out) Other such imageries
Itās all paid off, it turns the gears
Theyāll cry out their formative years
(Chorus)
I cannot stop manipulation, before we hit our expiration
For us starving artists, thereās no shame, itās for the song
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6. |
Comical at Best
04:05
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Chorus:
Iāve spent too long to bear, building up your mysticism
Youāre unaware, my subconscious made that schism
Iād compare, how Catholic shame leads to skepticism
But thatās comical at best
Thought I was higher than the rest
Our words flow natural as melodious grooves
On that record we gushed over for what felt like an hour or 2
I was getting ready to make a move
But you brought up that you got the suggestion from a guy that you knew
Of course my plans went down the tubes
Voluntarily Iāll verily accept thereās no more point left to prove
At the least when Iām talking to you
Or ideally the morally correct way I should process the news
Butā¦
(Chorus)
Verse 2:
Oh god, my head is gonna explode
From frustration or inflation of an ego thatās been broken apart
Youāre content, and that was a blow
A contusion, my illusion that youāve went around and broken my heart
Whatās it say when I probably know
If I didnāt see appearances, Iād take it back & learn to restart
Weād be off, enjoying a show
From that band that first commanded conversations, thatāll rid me the scar
Nowā¦
(Chorus)
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7. |
Narrative
03:51
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Walking helpless on the shore
Tunnel vision & still looking for more
Gone further off the axis after sudden downpour
Nothing better left to do
Than sit making mountains out of molecules
Oh my, these circumstances are so diabolical
Chorus:
I would throw it all away
If living still afraid
Is the price I have to pay
To have something left to say
Though the truth wonāt be dismissed
It deserves comparisons
Mastering learned helplessness
Wonāt help the narrative
Continuing masochistic facades
Refusing water to end the mirage
Waiting for words of wisdom to milk something from the odds
(Chorus)
Looking at this open book, covers glued to the table
Ghosts will take distorted looks, translating all the fables
Iāll pretend Iām outta luck, satisfied with the label
Is a life molded for hooks, worth it for such help?
(Chorus)
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8. |
Fan or Follower
03:41
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I can't go on living life like this
On this non-stop walk of shame
When I keep on with unsubstantialness
With no one but myself to blame
Chorus:
Search me, O God, and know my heart
Test me and know my anxious thoughts
Now am I a fan or am I a follower
Are you really my number one?
I stand my ground, head out of the pit
How long will this righteousness last?
With every future day, will I escape dismay?
Or get caught in the loop of past
(Chorus)
A thousand times a sinner, a thousand times a fool
A thousand times forgiven without faith as my own tool
I know that I can serve you, but life gets in the way
But I know my path to glory needs to start today
Chorus 2:
Search me, O God, and know my heart
Test me and know my anxious thoughts
Search me for any offenses
Show me the way, I beg, assist, oooh
Am I a fan or am I a follower
Am I a fan or am I a follower
Now am I a fan or am I a follower
Are you really my number one?
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9. |
Come Out Right
05:37
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Chorus:
I wanna come out right
Oh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh-oh
Wanna come out right
Oh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh-oh, oh-whoa-oh-oh
Sometimes the first or second time is when it all comes together
Fight the current, it might take the fourth or fifth
Sometimes it seems a revelation should be second nature
I only start to refuse it when out of breath
Pre-chorus:
Praying for an all-new structure shatters with no thought
But will exploration rupture all these bonds Iāve got?
(Chorus)
Sometimes Iāll spend a whole day on the floor just trying to reconnect
After the latest brush with reality
āIs it a sign or just a fluke?ā is what Iām trying to dissect
Suppose the answer determines morale to me
(Pre-chorus + Chorus)
Bridge:
When everything goes wrong, I wanna come out right
Far from a jaded breed, alone when fears ignite
I wanna open up & not make a mess
Pardon the dying need to suffer for the stress
(3x)
(Outro section: bridge 2x)
Wanna come out right
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Fully Involved Santa Ana, California
"One" man "band."
Music for overthinkers.
š¦COLD BLOODš¦ out now!
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