1. |
For Too Long
04:42
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[Spoken:
Do not be conformed to the ways of this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind. Then by testing, you may discern the will of God; what is good, and acceptable, and perfect.]
[Romans 12:2]
Somewhere between all these letters, epiphany paid me a visit.
And the truth had shown it’s
face to a child alone in a dark room
and stole all his fear away. Such affordable grace.
But who could take the pressure as God
slowly enters the apartment? Don’t bother.
He makes no reservations. Prepare yourself.
It’s your last night of silence.
Am I the only one who knows he still speaks?
Make no mistake.
Am I the only one who’s still listening?
What is this clever work of fiction?
I’ve been here for too long.
What are the chances he’d never return?
Assumptions of failure forgotten
in the way I’ve learned to discern.
So take refuge in the fact that you’re not
alone with perspective of judgement
and surrendered battles against the ones
he will hold in contempt.
They’ll hear you like damaged violins
crying out for attention.
A bitter desperation.
Am I the only one who knows he still speaks?
Make no mistake.
Am I the only one who’s still listening?
Why can’t they hear me?
I’ve been here for too long.
What are the chances he’d never return?
Assumptions of failure forgotten
in the way I’ve learned to discern.
So show them. Make an example of me.
Dare I trust you? Would you make a fool of me?
I’ve been here for too long. Will you deliver me?
I’ve been here for too long
What are the chances he’d never return?
Assumptions of failure forgotten
in the way I’ve learned to discern.
So show them. Deliver me.
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2. |
When It Mattered Most
05:21
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Do you really think I'm faking?
Would I be here? Look, I'm begging.
Is that really what you think of me?
Am I selfish? Am I needy?
Maybe you're right. My condition
has me begging for attention.
Now I have it and I hate it.
I'll be the first to admit I deserve it.
I'm aware I'm broken but don't be fooled; it's your fault.
For reasons I'm still unsure, I'm either sane or not at all.
If you're expecting nothing of me I'll disappoint and apologize.
Just when it had mattered most, I learned to cope.
I learned to fix my own life.
I am clearly asking too much
conversation built around love.
I don't know what I expected.
Something different. Not rejected.
Do not problems beg solution?
Paradoxical resolution.
Explanations have escaped me.
I know you'll need them to truly believe me.
I'm aware I'm broken but don't be fooled; it's your fault.
For reasons I'm still unsure, I'm either sane or not at all.
If you're expecting nothing of me I'll disappoint and apologize.
Just when it had mattered most, I learned the flaw in my disguise.
I felt so unprepared to make amends when you returned.
You should know better.
You made a fool of me to speak so quick with humbling words.
My words like thunder.
You'll have to pardon me it's just not quite what I'd expect.
So now we know.
It goes to show we're on the mend.
At least I know there's something left. Yeah.
I'm well aware this might be too much for you.
But you're getting good at this and that much is true.
I'm well aware this might be too much for you.
But you're getting good at this and that much is true.
I'm aware we're broken but don't be fooled we're on the mend.
We're weak. We're young. We're so naive
I'll still be here. You're still my friend.
I'm aware I'm broken but don't be fooled; it's your fault.
For reasons I'm still unsure, I'm either sane or not at all.
If you're expecting nothing of me I'll disappoint and apologize.
Just when it had mattered most, I learned to cope.
I learned to fix my own life.
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3. |
This Is Madness
04:12
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I just wish I could care less
but the truth is, I have no say in this matter.
So just try to convince me
that you had the best of intentions
if you still think I’ll believe you.
At some point I’ll just have to come to terms
with the fact that everyone is ultimately flawed.
But the worst part about this is that I can pretend all I want
but in the end, I’ll never convince myself.
I did it again. I just can’t be wrong to save my life.
But I know how this ends because neither of us are right.
Am I killing you slowly just to have the last word?
Please stop me before I say anything. I’ll regret every word.
I just can’t help but notice your complete lack of attention
to the little things--your abundance of luck.
I’m aware that it’s easy to observe your misfortunes.
But that’s a worthless excuse. You’re just making this up.
Christ this is madness to think.
I’m helpless, broken and weak.
The rug has been pulled from beneath,
removing the earth from my feet.
I did it again. I just can’t be wrong to save my life.
But I know how this ends because neither of us are right.
Am I killing you slowly just to have the last word?
Please stop me before I say anything. I’ll regret every word.
Is mercy too much to ask from the feelings you’d kill to have?
But love is forever cruel. I hate to say, “I love you.”
It’s just too painful to watch. More than anything, I want it to stop.
But if I could just rewind, I’d watch it another time.
Is mercy too much to ask from the feelings you’d kill to have?
But love is forever cruel. I hate to say, “I love you.”
It’s just too painful to watch. More than anything, I want it to stop.
But if I could just rewind, I’d watch it a second time.
Is mercy too much to ask from the feelings you’d kill to have?
But love is forever cruel. I hate to say, “I love you.”
It’s just too painful to watch. More than anything, I want it to stop.
But if I could just rewind, I’d watch it a thousand times.
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4. |
Changes
03:14
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5. |
The Sleeper
04:29
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It seems this paradox has me.
yet I dream. yes, I believe in escaping.
Are my actions merely the sum
of the thoughts in a mind yet to be made up
Is it in me to change; decide?
Is it in me to stay alive?
I have dreamt of having precious perfect paper wings.
But seeing and believing are not the same thing.
I know my fear of flight will surely fade away
‘cause though it seems I’m dreaming, I’m really wide awake.
If it’s not in my nature, am I simply at a loss?
If I put it on paper, does it strengthen my resolve?
Either physics or faith are a fiction
or so we’ve been taught to believe
it’s absurd to imagine the notion
of the two in a perfect harmony.
I have dreamt of having precious perfect paper wings.
But seeing and believing are not the same thing.
I know my fear of flight will surely fade away
‘cause though it seems I’m dreaming, I’m really wide awake.
I won’t concern myself
with simple things like gravity.
I soon will wake up somewhere else
and see with perfect clarity.
Hey sleeper,
open your eyes.
Hey lucid dreamer,
take back your life.
I know my fear of flight will soon fade away
because I’m not dreaming, I’m wide awake.
I have dreamt of having precious perfect paper wings.
But seeing and believing are not the same thing.
I know my fear of flight will surely fade away
‘cause though it seems I’m dreaming, I’m wide awake.
I’m wide awake!
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6. |
Listen Close
03:40
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Listen close.
I know you can hear me, so hear me out.
In a while, I’m going to lose all hope
if I don’t lose my mind first.
I promise I’ll let you know
when I’m finally happy
with the place I call my home.
I can make a list of the reasons
to give up tomorrow
but mark my words,
all I need is one chance to give it another try.
Well at least I know I’m not in over my head
but sometimes, I wish I were. At least I’d get out of here.
What do I have to show for seven years of patience?
And when will I finally get my break?
I’m only human, I swear.
I can make a list of the reasons
to give up tomorrow
but mark my words,
all I need is one chance to give it another try.
Tear down the thought and all preconceived notions
‘cause after all, I guess it’s not what you had in mind.
No plan could attempt to match the grace of design.
So take the weight of desire, and set it aside.
You fool! You fool!
I wasn’t finished, don’t rush me, and don’t finish my sentences.
This is so absurd, why would anyone trust in divinity!?
You fool! You fool!
You had it all figured out, now didn’t you?
You had every line rehearsed, but the night of the show,
when the curtain was drawn,
you felt weak at the knees.
It was more than you’d bargained for.
I can make a list of the reasons
to give up tomorrow
but mark my words,
all I need is one chance to give it another try.
Tear down the thought and all preconceived notions
‘cause after all, I guess it’s not what you had in mind.
No plan could attempt to match the grace of design.
So take the weight of desire, and set it aside.
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7. |
I Might Not Escape
07:27
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I’m usually so careful. I usually think twice. (So perfect.)
I plan it out so perfect, so I don’t look out of line.
But I guess this got the best of me. It appears I just gave up. (Will it ever be enough?)
I bailed on it all on impulse. As if it wasn’t enough
that I wasted two years just so you wouldn’t know at all.
I’ll be sure to speak very careful and slow.
Because these words will remain forever, as I’ve said before.
A thousand times before
I know I’ve ruined everything to which I’ve given my life.
Will you help me to stoop and build them up, if I’m still worth your time?
Because we both know
I might not escape the next one
I might not make it home.
I might not escape the next one.
I might face the end alone.
You should know I was impressed. You had every right to hate me. I made damn sure.
What’s more, I’d quite invited it. I’d not been honest lately.
But of all the possibilities, you had ruled out the worst. Then took it back again.
Only just to take it back again, and now we’ll never speak a word.
I may not get what I want. But I’ll get what I deserve.
I’ll be sure to speak very careful and slow.
Because these words will remain forever, as I’ve said before.
A thousand times before
I know I’ve ruined everything to which I’ve given my life.
Will you help me to stoop and build them up, if I’m still worth your time?
Because we both know
I might not escape the next one
I might not make it home.
I might not escape the next one.
I might face the end alone.
Could you possibly imagine what that would mean?
With that thought, the terror grows in me.
I see. But could I believe?
I finally got this right.
If I could just remember, if I could resurrect this very feeling
at any time I want, if I could just remember you.
Because I fear I’ll soon forget this, and I’ll mumble(shout out/whisper) something foolish
Because I take love for granted. Because that’s just what I do. (But I won’t do that with you.)
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8. |
Extraordinary
05:33
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Don’t be so quick to assume I’m only foolish
to accept nothing less than a miracle at best.
Because we all escape faith. We forget what’s really possible.
We are cynical and cold. We are wise but we are old.
There is nothing hypocritical in admitting I was wrong.
We are both aware that so are you. Let’s progress. Let’s move along.
I know it’s unfair. But I don’t care.
I expect nothing less than a spectacular event.
I need to believe that I might lead,
beyond a symphony of lies, and extraordinary life.
We all claim our love is unconditional
but under these conditions, it falls just short of possible.
I believe we all can change and that that is quite the point.
It’s when we fail and try and try again we live the life we can enjoy.
So don’t forget this song. You said, “write a happy one.”
I thought my happiness was gone. Thank God that I was wrong.
I know it’s unfair. But I don’t care.
I expect nothing less than a spectacular event.
I need to believe that I might lead,
beyond a symphony of lies, and extraordinary life.
Sooner or later, I will find myself.
I know now there is no such thing as “too far gone.”
So perish the last of your paranoid thinking
to salvage the last of you while you’re still breathing.
What have you to gain? If you’re right, you’ve been forsaken.
If you’re wrong, they’d have forgiven you. You were only mistaken.
Oh, there I go. I got distracted again. But it happens.
We all fail just to try to try again.
You had promised it’d be better. I was a fool to think
you were naive. I stand corrected. I still just can’t believe
you could forgive me. Do you worry, is the fool me or is it you?
You had promised it’d be better. I was a fool to think
you were naive. I stand corrected. I still just can’t believe
you could forgive me. Do you worry, is the fool me or is it you?
I know it’s unfair. But I don’t care.
I expect nothing less than a spectacular event.
I need to believe that I might lead,
beyond a symphony of lies, and extraordinary life.
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9. |
A Perfect Dream
04:09
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I will relate with the best and the worst of the cynics.
We know well that they are right.
But they are fools to assume there is reason
to give up, to lose hope, to die.
It’s imperfection that gives us purpose;
all more reason we must try.
Don’t be afraid.
We will die if we forget we don’t have to.
Don’t cease.
We will arrive and know this place for the first time.
So take a look around you, son. This world is alive.
We’re consumed by this illusion we’ve forgotten how to fly.
As sure as morning sun will rise, we’ll live to spread our wings.
How extraordinary living is. How perfect is this dream.
Some would argue, some would say we live a perfect tragedy.
You’re old and angry. You’re a ghost. It’s so embarrassing.
It’s such a shame one could believe this is just a waste of time.
To truly change the cold-at-heart, would simply be sublime.
So take a look around you son, this world is alive.
We’re consumed by this illusion we’ve forgotten how to fly.
As sure as morning sun will rise, we’ll live to spread our wings.
How extraordinary living is. How perfect is this dream.
So take a look around you, son. This world is full of lies.
But a man has his discernment to reveal the truth behind the lies.
So take a look around you, son. This world is alive.
We’re consumed by this illusion we’ve forgotten how to fly.
As sure as morning sun will rise, we’ll live to spread our wings.
How extraordinary living is. How perfect is this dream.
You’re gaining strength in knowledge but you’re weak in your faith.
You’re wealthy in your riches but they’re worthless on your dying day.
How perfect is this dream.
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Well it seems that the walls I’ve built shrink around me; trapped with my guilt
in a small room, with a dim light, growing smaller; no place to hide.
So I guess I’ve left myself with a choice, to run, to fight, or to die.
But I’ve been here. And I’ve survived. But I’ve never been this terrified.
So wait for me.
Should I wait for you?
Despite my good judgment, I believe in a happy ending.
Oh, wait for me.
I can’t wait for you. I could only be happy if I could forget you.
So wait for me.
Should I wait for you?
Despite my good judgment, I believe in a happy ending.
Oh, wait for me.
I can’t wait for you. I could only be happy if I could forget you.
It’s for better, though it’s tragic. I’ve seen far worse. It’s not worth it.
I keep having that odd feeling that I’ll wake up, I’ve been dreaming.
I’ve had this feeling before and I’ve woke to a better place where life isn’t so damn absurd.
No matter how many times I try though, pinching myself just won’t work.
So wait for me.
Should I wait for you?
Despite my good judgment, I believe in a happy ending.
Oh, wait for me.
I can’t wait for you. I could only be happy if I could forget you.
So wait for me.
Should I wait for you?
Despite my good judgment, I believe in a happy ending.
Oh, wait for me.
I can’t wait for you. I could only be happy if I could forget you.
No matter how hard I try, to wake and open my eyes,
the past is stubborn fool who refuses to move.
No matter how hard I try, to wake and open my eyes,
the past is stubborn fool who refuses to move.
I know I’ve been here before, and though I survived,
I swear I’ve never been this terrified.
So wait for me.
Should I wait for you?
Despite my good judgment, I believe in a happy ending.
Oh, wait for me.
I can’t wait for you. I could only be happy if I could forget you.
So wait for me.
Should I wait for you?
Despite my good judgment, I’m a fool for a happy ending.
Please wait for me.
I can’t wait for you. I could only be happy if I could forget you.
Could I only forget you.
No matter how hard I try, to wake and open my eyes,
the past is stubborn fool who refuses to move.
No matter how hard I try, to wake and open my eyes,
the past is stubborn fool who refuses to move.
Please wait for me.
The past is stubborn fool.
If I could only forget you.
Please...
Please wait for me.
The past is stubborn fool.
If I could only forget you.
Please...
If I could only forget you.
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11. |
Alright
05:29
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For the sake of your ego
I can make an exception just this once.
But know that this is testing my patience
and frankly I've had quite enough
of this childish fighting and malicious intent.
It's getting quite hard to defend.
When family and friends are far beyond words
it's hard to share common sense.
It's on your shoulders now.
Don't you dare bring me into this.
Think this thing out.
It this really worth it?
Take your time and speak very carefully.
These words will hang here forever (between us)
if they're not put to rest right now. (I've said too much.)
But we'll be alright. (But will we be alright?)
We'll be alright.
It's been a long day. Every minute I'd longed for your voice.
And though we spoke only once and it wasn't long
you managed to still disappoint.
Because I had expected much better from you.
You insist on letting me down.
But please don't hold this against me.
I just need a friend right now.
It's on your shoulders now.
Don't you dare bring me into this.
Think this thing out.
It this really worth it?
Take your time and speak very carefully.
These words will hang here forever (between us)
if they're not put to rest right now. (I've said too much.)
But we'll be alright. (But will we be alright?)
We'll be alright.
Though the words you spoke were ungrateful,
their target was met quite alright.
It was worth it to know we knew better.
Than to keep this contempt left inside.
I don't care if you believe me
but your apology was not wasted breath.
Don't assume it'd fallen on deaf ears.
After all, they heard every last word that you'd said.
But on your shoulders now.
You don't really need me.
You talked this thing out.
The solutions were easy.
Take your time and speak very carefully.
These words will hang here forever
if they're not put to rest right now.
But we'll be alright.
We'll be alright.
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Don’t be so quick to assume I’m only foolish
to accept nothing less than a miracle at best.
Because we all escape faith. We forget what’s really possible.
We are cynical and cold. We are wise but we are old.
There is nothing hypocritical in admitting I was wrong.
We are both aware that so are you. Let’s progress. Let’s move along.
I know it’s unfair. But I don’t care.
I expect nothing less than a spectacular event.
I need to believe that I might lead,
beyond a symphony of lies, and extraordinary life.
We all claim our love is unconditional
but under these conditions, it falls just short of possible.
I believe we all can change and that that is quite the point.
It’s when we fail and try and try again we live the life we can enjoy.
So don’t forget this song. You said, “write a happy one.”
I thought my happiness was gone. Thank God that I was wrong.
I know it’s unfair. But I don’t care.
I expect nothing less than a spectacular event.
I need to believe that I might lead,
beyond a symphony of lies, and extraordinary life.
Oh, there I go. I got distracted again. But it happens.
We all fail just to try to try again.
You had promised it’d be better. I was a fool to think
you were naive. I stand corrected. I still just can’t believe
you could forgive me. Do you worry, is the fool me or is it you?
You had promised it’d be better. I was a fool to think
you were naive. I stand corrected. I still just can’t believe
you could forgive me. Do you worry, is the fool me or is it you?
I know it’s unfair. But I don’t care.
I expect nothing less than a spectacular event.
I need to believe that I might lead,
beyond a symphony of lies, and extraordinary life.
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