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iTunes to categorically pretext what something sounds like before you even hear it
Facebook to let the public decide whether you should like it or not like it
Art should never be formed to project superficial bullshit on you
Give yourself a chance to enjoy your own experience
Clear your head and listen to what it makes you feel inside
Nobody can stop you so make the moment yours
Who decided music should have an image anyway?
Passion over money and fame and image any day
Close your eyes and listen and hear the image fade away
Always complaining
Act like a baby
Insinuating
Procrastinating
Not contemplating
Feebly blaming
Every day by day
Not gonna show your fall
Nothing to stop you at all
Lookout here comes last call
Always complaining
Act like a baby
Insinuating
Procrastinating
Not contemplating
Feebly blaming
Constantly straining
Completely draining
Interest is lost
Music is an aural art form, your ears can’t see one’s clothes
Fashion, you don’t need to abide by dress codes to go to shows
Musical styles were never intended to imply a visual appearance
Give yourself a chance to enjoy your own experience
Clear your head and listen to what it makes you feel inside
Nobody can stop you so make the moment yours
Who decided music should have an image anyway?
Passion over money and fame and image any day
Close your eyes and listen and hear the image fade away
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And here I’m locked in indecision
In this brittle cold dark alley way
Always hidden from those who can’t afford
The color of the flames
Disguised blue devil
In white eyed reason
To trust invoking strange mistakes
Encouraging such challenges
The unknowing and undoing
Causes flat wound awakenings
Like sinner men or a eucharist in a church
Grit in your teeth and a pause on your tongue
Tasted memory
The taste of redemption
Adjustable sufferable talents
Layered here so as not to be understood
Disguised blue devil
In white eyed reason
To trust invoking strange mistakes
Encouraging such challenges
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Post Genre
04:34
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We have much more in common than I think you realize
I want to show you something, but you have to close your eyes
I need you to remember the way it used to be
Before we were so jaded and unable to feel
Do not let them open until it tells you so
A spirit? A feeling? Or love?
I really do not know
But promise to leave it untamed
Description will deceive
Remember our youthful perceptions?
Unhindered unbiased and clean
End this endless division
To sort and sort and sort
Please try not to label
Language will fall short
It's either good or bad and that is completely relative
These labels mean nothing
It's either loved or hated and that is completely fine
Don't rely on words to make this decision
Do not let them open until it tells you so
A spirit? A feeling? Or love?
I really do not know
But promise to leave it untamed
Description will deceive
Remember our youthful perceptions?
Unhindered unbiased and clean
End this endless division
To sort and sort and sort
Please try not to label
Language will fall short
We do not need to classify
Every single thing
Instead let them pass through us
See what they will bring
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Third Seven - Sea Sharp
05:45
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Sometimes it's hard to see the forest from the trees see things for what they are
Demons in your brain but you can ease the pain with whatever makes the feeling seem so far...
away
I'm no perfect man, I might drink my problems away down at the bar
It's your life, it's my advice, don't ever let a pink elephant crash your car
Confusion illusion delusion straight losing touch forgot what it's all about
World's got nothing left to give it seems incentives to live are all running out
You can kill yourself you can't kill the pain
You'll just give it back to those who care the most instead
Think about that next time you let a pink elephant hold a gun to your fucking head
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