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Gears
03:26
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I have the gears, but not the plans and now the gears, they won’t align
To make this machine run in a straight line
These are the only absolutes that I have come to know
I try to fix repairs, but they keep on piling up
And now my hands are sore and bruised from all the now stripped screws
That I have tried to turn and turn, trying to keep it from falling apart
…And I often wonder is this what I should truly strive for? Is this what I really want? Is it what you really want? But I know you don’t have the answers and no one will tell me what I want to hear
This puzzle, it falls apart
We struggle with it from the start
Ticking clocks perpetuate the disease
And the only cure is to break off clean and try and start the way that I have always intended
Too many years spent evaluating the weight of the pros and cons
When the answer’s clear…wipe the slate clean
This puzzle, it falls apart
We struggle with it from the start
…From the start…from the start…make this machine run…make it run
We only get one clean slate, now littered with the choices that we’ve made
…have rusted these gears, and now I cannot move
in this failed direction, I haven’t moved
…From the start…from the start…make this machine run…make it run
I grow further and faster away from something significant, and nothing scares me more. The choices I’ve made have turned into my regrets and I wish I had the strength to turn these gears to make this machine run
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A Failing Cell
03:49
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A common vein, now distended and almost dry, has nearly disconnected itself and the gap between what we hold mutual grows
And the symptoms show
And as every cell in this body has been programmed to contribute and one day die, this cancerous tissue benefits on the demise of others
We’ve lost control
The cancer we leave beneath us
It’s left a trail…we’ve let it feed us
The cancer we breed inside us
Has left it’s scars…we let it beat us
It beats us, it feeds us, we let it…every day
We call this fate an act of will. We look for cures inside a pill
We’ve named it progress and dubbed it a feat. We must expose it as a disease
Disease… disease
The growth of cancer, rates increase. Takes the body until it ceases to breathe
Cures are never what we hope to be. We deny problems, deny disease
A common vein, now distended and almost dry, has nearly disconnected itself and the gap between what we hold mutual grows
And as every cell in this body has been programmed to contribute and one day die, this cancerous tissue benefits on the demise of others
We use excuses of evolution and progress to try and cauterize the wounds
But there’s no escape from the disease as we let the tumor grow passed our control
We call this fate an act of will. We look for cures inside a pill
We’ve named it progress and dubbed it a feat. We must expose it
It’s left a trail, we’ve let it feed us
It’s left its scars, we let it beat us
Disease… disease
As the pathology is further ignored and the growth of cancer increases,
There is a renewed sense of disgust
Apoptosis fails for another generation, and as a pathogen we continue to become more virulent and leave scars
We leave scars….scars
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