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02:29
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(This song references both the repression of my childhood, secrets, and forms of abuse that manifested themselves in the walls of my old home. The next part of the song is about how I have grown to understand this and how grateful I am to share and give every piece of my life to my partner who gives me unconditional love back. I am experiencing growth at last. I am so fortunate to be loved and I wanted to express these contrasting feelings.)
Insecurities bludgeon me
So much erased
Moments wiped blank
These feelings intensify and my roots will slowly die.
There is no control. No home to remember only white walls and locked doors.
Nobody knows this truth more than me
Locked doors/White Walls
(Dedicated to my fiancée Bailey)
But every day I share with you, I am beginning to see such beautiful things.
I will continue to expose every protective layer inside of me
I want to be what helps you through every miserable day.
A true connection that is never lost.
Growing new roots
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01:07
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Immerse ourselves into digital skin
We only breathe information
Connections of copies
To objectify humans
(Our lives)
dissolved into data
(Our lives)
dissolved into data
The dance of signs
brings the end
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01:47
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“You will never escape this”
It’s etched into my brain
The sinking feeling, brings me down again
This poisonous air I breathe, the isolation that it breeds.
Defined by memories
I’m seeing shadows again tonight
They will consume my light
Memories are silent killers.
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02:07
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How could I have known?
This was the last time we spoke.
My words choked my throat, as the sickness spread into your lungs.
Clarity could never find a home in our estrangement as father and son.
My love for you lives on and I forgive you
These words will never be enough
You’ve visited my dreams as a rotting corpse
But you don’t scare me anymore.
You are free now.
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01:06
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We create transparency in death and destiny
Last rites before the summary execution of reality
Once again “the crystal takes its revenge”
We are lost, we are numbers
Becoming information
We are lost
We are signs floating
Becoming information
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01:56
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Our distance is enforced by technological speeds
Bringing the objectification of our realties.
We are connected as silent majorities
The ecstasy of communication becomes an absurdity.
Everything is known and nothing is recognizable.
Feedback loops
Demand the messages (our participation)
Our identities coded into the program
Shaping our perspective through non-linear lens and regurgitating post-historical reproduction.
We must not lose our voice in the noise.
(The ecstasy of communication pushes us toward entropy where there is no humanity)
We must not lose our voice in the noise.
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