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The Playwright
03:28
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We wear masks of idols and gods. And this world is merely a stage. This life a play, a choreographed fraud. But when the curtains fall and the music stops and the crowd applauds and the cheering stops. When it all comes to an end, the tragedy where the hero falls. And everything comes to a deathly stall. We show ourselves for the final curtain call.
I’ll bare everything so you can see me for who I am and who I’m not. I’ll shed everything. Drop every act that I’ve put on. As I see your true face, I nearly wish for your beautiful deception. And all the things I wish I knew, with what I know now, I wish I didn’t. We should’ve never sought answers to our game of charades. We should’ve played on till we ran out of things to say. It’s too late now to put on our masks and go on with this masquerade. So let’s bow to a grand performance, the show’s over anyway. This has to end.
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The Playwright II
03:31
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Do you see that this mask has since grown on me? Do you see that I’ve lost myself in my own deceit? Do you see that I’ve become this mask eternally? Do you see that I’ve lost touch with reality? I am bare; monstrous. I am faceless; tainted. I’m guilty; punishment. I am beaten; defeated. I was never the mask that I put on. You were under the illusion that I was. I am wanting; reaching. I am longing; desire. I am damned; undeserving. I am deceit; self-lying. I have fallen through dimensions of multiple degrees. I am the dynamic form of your every fantasy. But I still hear the rattling of my bones, the writhing of my teeth. I am as afraid, I am as afraid. Are you still afraid? We can turn down the lights and live this way. Are you still afraid? We can pull down the curtains and live this play. Are you still afraid? In the dance of our lies we’ll live peacefully. Are you still afraid? Are you still afraid to look in the mirror? Are you still afraid to look in the mirror? Are we still afraid to look at each other?
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The Arsonist
02:39
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I’ve been wondering how my head feels heavy and it’s hard to breathe. And I don’t know why as the days go by my valor grows thin. And I find myself burying my head in my hands more than I envisioned. The weight of this guilt is relentless. Like maggots on a corpse, on this soul it’s forever feeding. Do forgive me, lift the burden of this weight off of my shoulders. And it’s seeping and it’s taking all that I have. Do forgive me, these words were never meant to be empty. It’s not an ideal world and that one thing never seems to stay on my mind. But sink or swim; I had to swim. And I choke on the ashes of the bridges that I’ve burnt. And I forget everything from the lessons that I’ve learnt. I had to move on. It’s not a matter of choice. So let me burn; let me burn these bridges so I can never walk back. Let me burn; let me burn so these ghosts can’t trace my steps. Let me breathe; let me breathe in these ashes as my final taste of pain. Let me breathe; let me breathe in the cowardice that blinds me from my memories.
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Interlude
00:57
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William Tebb
01:44
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As my eyes open wider, the sinkhole gets deeper. The longer you wander, the water gets deeper. You climb even further, soil runs through your fingers. Climb through the rubble that you’ll never get over. You’ll suffocate in the rubble.
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The Persecuted
03:50
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You threw me into a pit. Pitch black I couldn’t see a thing. I put out my hands to feel, but there was nothing surrounding me. Then a pair of eyes glowed. Blood red with intent. Soon a parade of bloodshot eyes stared. A quiet whisper grew louder. Taunting and daunting. Chaotic bustling. Then it came over me that this place was all in my head. (All in my head) A dimension created by the subconscience. A refuge for one. These voices, these eyes, they’re all me. Trapped in this prison you threw me in. I’ve walked circles to find the keys. I’ve given up looking for an exit so I’ll rest here and try to find my peace. You’ve done your part. Take your leave. This place is a safehaven just for me. It’s too dark for you here so leave me be.
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Fatamorgana
02:12
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Gelap malam. Bulan membisu, menjadi saksi atas kekejamanmu. Runtuh segala kubuku yang ku bina. Musnah segala benteng yang ku cacak. Hancur semua pegangan yang kukuh. Di alam fatamorgana, kau dewa, menakluki. Kekejaman, teraniaya. Dizalimi, manipulasi. Terseksa fikiran, korbankan ilusi, cabuli pendirian, membina delusi.
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Amygdala
01:51
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My lung cavity collapses. The walls of this room are closing in. Gasping for air, I’m drowning. Senses screaming. I’m losing control.
The world tumbles, these voices too loud. I struggle across this tunnel vision. As the world passes me by, I feel it invading my mind. A barrage of arrows attacking my sanity. A human possession, a crippling seizure. This fort has been taken over.
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