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Made a Fool
03:33
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Watch, for the holes inside your mind
They’re spreading, they’re growing, troubles of that kind
Cold-hearted, cruel, the souls let you know
Although it’s hard you must let go
From the dungeons of your mind, you know it’s true
It’s out and about and it's made a fool of you
You sit with a lock on your door
Keep the world out, that’s what it’s for
Take a look at yourself, and you can’t bare
The odd stare that you get when you stand out
From the dungeons of your mind, you know it’s true
It’s out and about and it's made a fool of you
So keep inside, keep away
That’s the place that you should stay
Because the boys are out and they’re out to hurt
You shoot your shot and you use your shell
Running from that place you’ve labeled hell
Tumbling and failing, you trip on yourself
That old idea at the back of the shelf
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Come to Life
04:08
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Let them know
Before we fall below
Cause do they care? No they don’t care
It’s not far to go
Let them know
Before we fall below
Cause do they care? No they don’t care
It’s not far to go
Get your head round this knot of us
Get your gut and tear it up
Shoot your shot and shout
What’s that? A prick in your spine
From who? From your friends online
And they’re talking about walking over the line
Don’t run, cause you might trip
Don’t scream as you board your battleship
It’s too safe running, let’s get a knife, flip the barrels and come to life
Get your head round this knot of us
Get your gut and tear it up
Shoot your shot and shout
What is this life for?
Loot and burn the store
All I want is war
What now? Surely it’s too late
I think so
Too hard to contemplate
Oh that, that prick in my spine
It probably started because we’re all online
Because we're all online
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Illusions
03:26
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What do you see when you look?
Is it a man or is it what they took?
Hollowed out, nothing is there
Reciver of your contempt ridden stare
Just a man, just a lie, just another helpless sigh
Justify your use of giving up on the truth
There's too much to let go, there's too much to let go
But something's gotta give, something's gotta drift, something's gotta shift
Drift away from us, and lift us up
Take the apple of your eye
And cut it up so we all cry
A leech on the heart of man
We must change our masterplan
Engage, or drown
There's too much to let go
Too much to let go
But something's gotta give
But something's gotta give
Something's gotta give
But something's gotta give
Take the apple of your eye
And cut it up so we all cry
A leech on the heart of man
We must change our masterplan
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Tensor
04:58
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Orthoplex - Live Session
09:25
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Envious Souls
06:18
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Lost forgotten envious souls
Sky above blotted out by droves of birds
Oh they fly
Subtle tendencies and nuanced bliss
Paid through silence's waiting kiss
Tender embers burn quiet slow
Please don't go, please don't go
Away, taking the light, taking the day
Away, living this plight, living this way
Hatred waits for those who sleep
Beyond the night, beneath our feet
And while we search for mercy deep
Crenated calluses watch them weep
Subtle tendencies and nuanced bliss
Paid through silence's waiting kiss
Tender embers burn quiet slow
Please don't go, please don't go
Away, taking the light, taking the day
Away, living this plight, living this way
Away, taking the light, taking the day
Away, living this plight, living this way
Impossible task, to speak at last
Tongue twisted by our conscious minds
Heart beat slowly, lungs fill harder
Eyelids blink, servant to our master of mind
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7. |
Unknown Entity
03:13
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8. |
Violet
03:02
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Endless temptation in your God bitten mind
Swipe, swipe swallow, cantankerous blind
Funneled down the shute, perfume mixed with puke
Heathen chemicals collide, anger mixed with pride
Ancient enemy, battle on still
Bloated, impatient for more
Greed a virtue, when your people cry out for war
Oh when they cry out for war
Life on the line
Hatred time and time again
Oh do you have say these words
Oh when they cry
Oh when they cry out for war
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Tumbling cold, the wind bites me
I fit the mold, but I lost the key
Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing
Difference is, one's now a sin
Every corner, every street, we take our strife
A chorus of anger, waiting to be heard
Cause I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
All we can do, is fight the wind and the rain
Avoiding suffering by doling out pain
Cause I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
Thank God I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
Tumbling cold, the wind bites me
I fit the mold, but I lost the key
Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing
Difference is, one's now a sin
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10. |
Made a Fool - Acoustic
02:59
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Watch, for the holes inside your mind
They’re spreading, they’re growing, troubles of that kind
Cold-hearted, cruel, the souls let you know
Although it’s hard you must let go
From the dungeons of your mind, you know it’s true
It’s out and about and it's made a fool of you
You sit with a lock on your door
Keep the world out, that’s what it’s for
Take a look at yourself, and you can’t bare
The odd stare that you get when you stand out
From the dungeons of your mind, you know it’s true
It’s out and about and it's made a fool of you
So keep inside, keep away
That’s the place that you should stay
Because the boys are out and they’re out to hurt
A plethora of apatheia, what does that mean?
You look all sly and you won't come clean
You talk the talk and the talk runs you
But you're not free, just stuck in a zoo
You shoot your shot and you use your shell
Running from that place you’ve labeled hell
Tumbling and failing, you trip on yourself
That old idea at the back of the shelf
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Clean orchards
Tantalising bliss
Striking chords beneath the mist
Beneath the mist
Strength, power, an ultimate quest
Left to the quiet serenity when we coexist
Yet can we reach this heavenly place?
Must we resist?
Must we resist?
Must we resist?
It weaves, it winds
Carving its snake trail, a bitter demon
Striking with its tail
Howling fast (howling fast)
A slap, a cry
A slap, a cry
Angels above, busy flying high
Flying high
Will it happen? Will it not?
Indecision and action
Anthesis to rot
Tumbling, falling
Out it goes
Culture? Cold
Away it flows
Away it flows
Beneath the mist
While we strike our chords
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Tumbling cold, the wind bites me
I fit the mold, but I lost the key
Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing
Difference is, one's now a sin
Every corner, every street, we take our strife
A chorus of anger, waiting to be heard
Cause I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
All we can do, is fight the wind and the rain
Avoiding suffering by doling out pain
Cause I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
Thank God I'm free
All that's in the past
I can't believe this love we see
Possible winter's last
Tumbling cold, the wind bites me
I fit the mold, but I lost the key
Teaching and preaching, they're not the same thing
Difference is, one's now a sin
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I wanted to run away
Day by day, the need grew stronger
Till I cracked
Enough was enough, enough was enough
Disgusting open
Value token
Modest die
Liberal fly
Left or right?
Fight or flight?
Options galore
Yet left dead, on the floor
End your devotion
Hate the potion
Force fed by fools
Created to conform
End your devotion
Hate the potion
Force fed by fools
Created to conform
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18. |
Influx of Insanity England, UK
Influx of Insanity play heavy, ambient, progressive music. They've won the Cambridge Band Competition and BurySOUND, and
have 2 highly anticipated studio singles coming out soon.
Described by local promoter 42 Gigs as an ‘all-conquering duo’ and ‘Ones to watch’ by This is Noise
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