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Apathy Apothecary
04:30
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Oh boy I'm feeling brave, as I march towards my grave
Boy I'm feeling good, but I've misunderstood
With his elixir he came draped in rags whispering your name
Swallowing substance down forever
I feel like I'm holding together
Apothecary has his potions
to numb and quell those violent emotions
Oh man I feel distraught, I feel like I've been caught
An apathetic cloud, you people talk too loud
With his elixir he came draped in rags whispering your name
Stumbling sideways until forever
I think I am holding together
Apothecary sits you down
straps you in and lets you drown
Seemed like a way out way back sober
Tomorrow at work I'll be hungover
so come this evening I'll have missed him
empty viles left in my kitchen...
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Carousel
03:27
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tonight my friends we will bend
the world into foreign shapes
no one has seen before
no one's imagined yet
bring the apothecary
I have a warrant for death
signed in blood, befallen
immortality stolen
with bated breath we conjure
under darkened skies we curse
divine justice will guide us
cloaked in the veil of night
venom from the far corners
pesticide to dispose of man
relinquish the burden of life
smelt the plastic smile from his face
wax & waned I’ll still draw breath
carousel spin twirl round
sealed in blood d'liver my poison ill end you
wrongs will be right
tonight my friends we become
creatures of our own design
who knows what we were before
embracing the open door
tear the fabric all is lost
vengeance no matter the cost
ropes that bind shall be broken
inside ourselves new dawn awoken
tonight my pawns, go forth
from the tower across the plains
in moonlit garb concealed blade
betwixt our charade
wax & waned I’ll still draw breath
carousel spin twirl round
sealed in blood d'liver my poison ill end you
wrongs will be right
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I'm awake after an everlasting sleep
and a brief gestation period in a briefcase
I live in the garden... oh no :(
Went down the drainpipe so long ago
I now have mixed feelings on the matter
After all, all that you are is all that you will be
All this makes for an immersive shopping experience
So where's the money gone?
What plan is there for you now?
Luminance in a distant dream
Resolute in my agency
Of looking back at the places
I called home
Remembering my first guitar
The naivete has got me far
But more and more as I tread this path - I don't know...
I'm awake after an everlasting sleep
and a brief gestation period in a briefcase
I live in the garden... oh no :[
Went down the drainpipe so long ago
It all seemed so purposeful
We wanted this and we wanted it all
But now on the edge of my eternity
I see only nothing
I now have mixed feelings on the matter
After all, all that you are is all that you will be
All this makes for an immersive shopping experience
Waxed and waned I'll still draw breath
The ship I'm on has sailed
Voyager I am and was
Cemented in a persona I don't know
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Journey
03:14
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Somebody tell me the way I feel
Aeons have passed on
Somebody yell tell me something
What do we do now?
Across the ocean under the sun
Friends of the past gone
Feeling blue with a bottle of wine
What do we do now?
Watching time as it passes me by
But I am still young
Clocking keeps on ticking like a beating heart
When will my time come?
You tell me, melodies
You tell me, melodies
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