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Social Engineering
16:32
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…the stars are fading in the backlit sky entangled by the trees
water washes on the shoreline, over the horizon, thunder rumbles in the distance
while the endless maze stretches beyond the sea
and this empty monolithic open space collapses around itself
still something rustles in the leaves…
Drawing blanks and sketching stories
Leaden minds erasing lies and eyes
Pornographic priestess portrayed in print, not in pictures bears her soul
Take a stroll between the pages, walk the lines, report on what you find
Falling down but looking up, they seek answers
To things that can’t be known
Sewing seeds that shouldn’t be sewn
And somehow no one asks the question
Is there some way else to be?
They’re the sham that they can’t see
Take the path into the distance
Cross the void through the trees and leaves
As you walk along the trail escape the snare, cross the lines of time
The road is long, the way is hard
Stay on your course, stay on your guard
Schools of academic thought?
Perversions of things that once were known
Now only empty lies have grown
And I wish I had the answer
‘Cause there’s so much more to know
So many places still to go
…and in this empty monolithic open space synapses confound themselves
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Crippled by Fear
14:33
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Not That Far Away
05:41
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I’ve got seven miles to go
Through icy rain and snow
And I’m not that far away
Maybe I’ll be there today
I got no worries on my mind
And there’s not much left to find
If I could only get away
Maybe I’d be there to stay
You see I’m really not that far away
If I could just get there today
A song is running through my mind
Guess I got some time to stop…and look behind
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Next Time Around
07:48
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Instead of walking right out the door
Instead of abandoning his ship and leaving
Instead he chose to stay and cozy up with his gloom
From that point on he spiralled headlong into his doom
Same time a new place same empty night
Now on another street just a few blocks over
Somebody else is helpless and forgotten and lost
Perched like vultures demons pick away at her soul
Sometimes it seems as though there’s not much left to hope for
There’s no point, no sense in carrying on
When every chance you’ve ever had to escape is gone
Another title in the soundtrack to humankind’s suicide
Will we end up just like the other ones?
Is there some other way?
Lost, forgotten, gone, just like the other ones?
I cried to God I thought I heard Him say
Hold me closer, hold me closer
Things’ll be better baby next time around
In a darkened alley he sits
Wondering what has become of his broken life
Looking into his future he sees only bleak misery
And all that’s left of his past swirls among the debris
The tolling of the bell goes ignored
A string of bad events closed their minds long ago
So take a last look at what’s left of what was called life
Unheeded well-intentioned warnings led to more strife
So now you tell me that there’s nothing left to hope for
But at this point, what’s left but to carry on
Chances are chances come again we’ve got to move on
So grab a pen it’s time to rewrite what will be your history
We won’t end up just like the other ones I know there’s some other way
‘Cause none are forgotten, gone – there are no other ones
I know it’s true because I heard Him say
Hold me closer, hold me closer
Things’ll be better baby next time around
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I, Awake
14:22
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He woke up one morning, felt more empty than usual, could’ve been any other day
How can it be he doesn’t even realize he should hope things should change?
Wond’ring aloud – lost in the crowd
Why does he bother to get out of bed at all? It’s such a waste of precious time
Motionless he’s pushed along his life’s assembly line
Still there must be something he could do
He’s ushered to work, lost in the mass migration of the endless motion machine
Stumbling through life, he’s just a puppet, someone else’s hands on the controls
Lost in the crowd – awkward and loud
Everywhere he goes but no one notices he’s trapped inside of his shell
No one notices he doesn’t even know himself is it just as well?
He should have been dead a long time ago
Arriving at work he glances down at his watch, snatches a brief glimpse of memory
He’s ill-prepared for the uneasiness beginning to gnaw at his soul
Awkward and loud – helpless and proud
How can he rectify the images he’s just been shown and still get through his day?
Images that shock him in a most unusual way
He’s no clue’ve the mess he’s slipped into
He struggles at first keeps his emotions at bay but then gets raped by infinity
Suddenly thoughts of former hopes and dreams go surging through his fragile mind
Helpless not proud – lost in the clouds
He slowly comes to realize his life`s become what he vowed it`d never be
Should he change it if he can and if he does then what will become of me?
You should have been dead a long time ago
Tears of ecstacy are smeared all over his face as he reflects on what might have been
Is it too late if he recovers from this shock could he start once again?
Lost in the clouds – veiled in a shroud
Veiled in a shroud – life disavowed
I should have been dead a long time ago
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Surviving a number of lineup changes since its inception in 2006, Canadian prog rockers Falling Edge have just released their 4th album. Featuring Rob Kovar on drums and background vocals, and Chris Rupert on everything else, the album features their most ambitious effort to date - the epic 27 minute Final Dissent (Into Madness?). ... more
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