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I don't look back. It makes today okay. I forget the near-perfect past. I knew it wouldn't last. I can black out the memory of something more impressive. I'm just that much happier being a little more submissive. Today everything is ideal: everything I am, everything I feel. I can't remember better dreams. Today is better than it seems.
I can't recall that dream-like December... snowball fights under multi-colored lights. I wouldn't even recognize that look in your crystal eyes. My life is now. I wouldn't remember how. Today everything is ideal: everything I am, everything I feel. I can't remember better dreams. Today is better than it seems.
I don't really worry that you'll be back to remind me. You wouldn't have a clue how to even find me. Things are different now. I finally figured out... just celebrate today. Things are better that way. Today everything is ideal: everything I am, everything I feel. I can't remember better dreams. Today is better than it seems.
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Technology
03:46
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I jack in to her core. With each stroke she wants more. She takes commands like a pet. It's instant gratification, but I'm not finished yet. Technology. She's on to me. Technology. She's on to me.
I like to watch her naked display. She's electric. She loves to play. When she resists, I always win. I push her buttons and she gives in. Technology. She's on to me. Technology. She's on to me.
Dizzying digital, micro-processed visual. Incredibly sensual, all from melted sand. Hyper-contextual, completely consensual, and certainly best of all she loves what I demand. Technology. She's on to me. Technology. She's on to me.
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The Introvert
03:37
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I won't dare say a word to anyone. I won't even hint just a little. I'll completely contain my excitement. I keep my demeanor right in the middle. I'll hide my every last feeling. I won't let this go. No one can know. I close my eyes to think of you softly. I love you from deepest within. My heart knows that this is forever, but nobody else will understand.
I won't smile as I read your message. I won't shiver as I think of your touch. I won't stare off into space with that look on my face. I'll keep all this love to myself. I'll hide my every last feeling. I won't this go. No one can know. I close my eyes to think of you softly. I love you from deepest within. My heart knows that this is forever, but nobody else will understand.
Oh please don't tell me the world knows love. I've seen the uncompromised perspective. This happiness is staying just between us. It's a secret just for us. I'll never give you up. No one else will ever see. You're everything to me. I'll hide my every last feeling. I won't this go. No one can know. I close my eyes to think of you softly. I love you from deepest within. My heart knows that this is forever, but nobody else will understand.
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Beyond Description
05:28
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Beyond description without encryption. My only depiction reads like fiction, or bad television, but my best revision describes this as pure fission. Beyond language, I barely manage to understand this.
Beyond comprehension or even mention, this is obsession: a complete extension of my attention to perfect retention of elevated sexual heaven. Beyond language, I barely manage to understand this.
Beyond possibility. Barely real to me. I'm so guilty of shedding misery and taking everything; running endlessly from what was surely meant to be. Beyond language, I barely manage to understand this.
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Coming Through
03:18
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Hello Mark. This is your conscience speaking. Silently whispering while you're weeping: “Hold on hope... hold on hope...”
Hello Mark. This is your conscience pushing. Constantly reminding you while love's been blinding you: “Hold on hope... hold on hope...”
There are days when your ways are so exhausting, I run away. Hello Mark. This is your conscience coming through.
Hello Mark. This is your conscience screaming. Angrily shouting while you're doubting: “Hold on hope... hold on hope...”
There are days when your ways are so exhausting, I run away. Hello Mark. This is your conscience coming through.
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Otherwise
03:25
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You make me see different colors than I did before. I don't know how you do it but I want more. You make my life seem better than it did before. I don't know how you do it but I want you to stop what you're doing and come to me. Otherwise, I'll die here wondering how another minute of life would've been better with you.
You make my heart beat faster than it did before. I don't know how you do it but I want more. You make me see the beauty I could once ignore. I don't know how you do it but I need you to stop what you're doing and come to me. Otherwise, I'll die here wondering how another minute of life would've been better with you.
If the days were any longer I swear I'd live forever. A fate worse than death, to be sure. I can't make this any clearer. You need to be much nearer. In fact, you can't get close enough. I beg you to stop what you're doing and come to me. Otherwise, I'll die here wondering how another minute of life would've been better with you.
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Digital Delays
04:12
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We are young, and I don't understand why we're all just sitting here waiting to get older. We are young, and I don't understand why we're inside instead of out. Why we don't fight to get it out. There's no satisfactory explanation why we don't act to end our frustration. So go the days of our quickly passing lives. So go the days and the digital delays.
We are young, and I can't comprehend why we hide behind computer screens; why we don't know what passion means. We are young, and I won't make amends for being the voice of anarchy in this lethargic anti-social society. There's no satisfactory explanation why we don't act to end our frustration. So go the days of our quickly passing lives. So go the days and the digital delays.
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Distress
04:00
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I'm closing my eyes in disgust. My hands are still shaking with anger. My mind just rejects what you've told me. That's when this stranger approaches. He claims to know your whole story, then repeats it in perfect detail. He claims to have a solution which, for a price, he'd reveal. Now we'll have a conversation. He's caught me at my peak degradation. The stranger whispers softly. He knows that I am listening tonight.
I lie back and stare at the darkness. My blood seems to slow in my body. It suddenly seems so ironic that you said you’d never be able to shock me. Now he repeats your whole story. Again, it's in perfect detail. He mentions once more a solution which, for a price, he'll reveal. Now we'll have a full discussion. He knows I can't see the distant repercussions. The stranger whispers softly. He knows that I am listening tonight.
Why do I listen to his unworthy voice? Why would I ever make this kind of choice? Why would I even consider? How can I do anything else?
I hold my breath for a minute and wait for my head to spin. I lose myself for a moment, then I lose myself again. The stranger visits one last time. He gives me the perfect solution. I finally change your whole story, but for me there's no absolution. Now I've got just what you needed. Justice interrupted is finally completed. The stranger exits softly. He knows that he destroyed me tonight.
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Untainted
03:26
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Hinted elegance reveals itself in her movements... in her speech. Nervous beauty hides itself in her gestures... in her sleep. I like the way the world looks through her eyes. Somehow less introspective: her untainted perspective.
Reluctant confidence blushes through, in her posture, in her eyes... Brutal honesty forces through, in her attempts at failed lies. I like the way the world looks through her eyes. Somehow less introspective: her untainted perspective.
She's still optimistic... still hopelessly in love. She still wants everything, and true love is enough. I like the way the world looks through her eyes. Somehow less introspective: her untainted perspective.
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This City
04:31
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10:00 p.m. I walk under streetlights; across concrete, perfectly damp. I hear the music of the passing cars. I feel the pain of invisible stars. A woman singing from a distant corner sets the tone for my evening quest. Her voice is hard to pull from the masses. This is my city, I do my best.
12:00 a.m. I walk under neon; across grates that breathe with steam. I hear the roaring of a helpless skyscraper. I feel the tension in abandoned newspaper. A happy couple looking out at the water sets the tone for my midnight quest. Their true expressions are lost in the masses. This is my city, I do my best.
3:00 a.m. I walk against red lights; empty streets, dead with grief. I hear the dripping of an endless leak. I feel the pain in this heart I seek. A lone car in a parking structure sets the tone for my endless quest. I can't quite hear if she's laughing or crying. This is my city, I do my best.
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Distress (Hidden Remix)
03:38
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