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Soil
03:09
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Lines are drawn with every sword you fell upon
So bluffing with the cards believe me
Pardon me but now, I’ll give it all away, for free
And wear it on my sleeve for you
My armor is anamoros you guessed it
Bullet proof, and when I put it on I’m gone
And just for, you and you a trillion in one
Like every star that you are makes me smile
And seeing through your clenching teeth go back in their sheath
Tethered to the toil we are the cups that over pour
The blood returns to soil
S.O.S. a signal that i’m in distress
And dying just to take a rest from
Knowing best you are, The wounded healer
Yes you are the blinded seer
Save our souls the auto pi-o-let
Set lost control and still we raid
The castle walls that falter, Prey to alter
Save our ship adrift in shallow pools
Of fools and empty plunder
Not Too late the rain on your parade
Of wonder takes you under
Here we are we are the ones that came before,
Before the ashes in the soil
Dust to dust turn we must
Never fade away,
You are the phoenix rising up the sun that meets the day
Today we are, We are the cups that over pour
The blood returns to soil
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2. |
Digital Deity
04:03
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Another Sacrificial lamb
The gods of commerce all have their demands
For their guns and wars be damned
Technology at their command
The future in non human hands
Life's blood must pour. All kneel before
The digital deity. What do you ask of me?
How can I give you anymore?
Digital deity. What do you ask of me?
Another tragic aftermath
And once again the devil laughs
Dancing with the golden calf
To Him we’re all just simple math
Life's blood must pour. All kneel before
The digital deity. What do you ask of me?
How can I give you anymore?
Digital deity. What do you ask of me?
Trapped inside ubiquity
As if we all designed our own obscurity
We can’t escape this currency
Of our lord and master mind in the machine
Life's blood must pour. All kneel before
The digital deity. What do you ask of me?
How can I give you anymore? more?
Digital deity Digital. Digit.
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3. |
A Riot Is A Storm
03:41
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It’s a global game, a daisy chain, a money web of lies
And conspiracies collectively a master we comprise
It’s a powder keg of good intent to open up their eyes
Using every right like dynamite
We ignite
Fire comes to light
A riot is a storm
You can’t fight when there's nothing left a revolutions born
It’s a stock exchange, and empty gaze, a glimpse of do or die
It’s a power grab, a back to stab, a glimpse of compromise
Tightening tourniquet of ownership and framed anonymous
And this broken trust is dangerous
We ignite
Fire comes to light
A riot is a storm
You can’t fight when there's nothing left a revolutions born
Who's the chosen one who turns the gun to put you in the soil
I can’t breathe the air, my own despair that burns the blood to boil
This crowd is getting loud and forming clouds and blackening the sky
To electrify the polarized
We ignite
Fire comes to light
A riot is a storm
You can’t fight when there's nothing left a revolutions born
It’s alright and for all of us a force to rise above
And ignite waiting glorious an un-denying love
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4. |
Roposapien
02:28
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Future fantastic marionette.
Robosapien genetic.
Altered esthetic hand puppeteer
Robosapien synthetic
Future fantastic spun gun a roulette
that killed the magic
Look. look at them with perfect symmetry
Made in our own image naturally
Built with a superiority
Terminate inferiority
Why would we forsake our paradise
For the sake of progress whats the price?
Why would we forsake our paradise
For the sake of progress whats the price?
Ai we made you hybrid amid
Sentience we will become you
Robosapien you alter us
Ultimately will destroy us
Altered electric hand puppeteer
Robosapien synthetic
Future fantastic
Spun gun a tragic bullet that killed the magic
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5. |
Apophecy
03:25
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Sinking like a shipwreck architect, all lost at sea
And ticking like a time-bomb, a false alarm
Just like in the calm right before the storm front
Our mental construct would have us circle our wagons to sleigh all our dragons, even the good ones
In our excess, we are the witnesses
Truth serenades while our hearts masquerade on a tightrope like a bad joke
But in our chrysalis of abyss we should all wish not to be a self-fulfilling prophecy
Now we got the scapegoat antidote
All mirror gloat and money that is well spent
Mismanagement went broken in our debt we collectively have elected
Our feelings to be deflected, ignoring the tragic and source of magic
Tie the slipknot of better hoping not
All sugar coats for the building of moats round the palace
Raise your chalice
Comically, tragically, laughing and crying to ease all the pain
In the end we’re all the same
Tragic humorous hubris caged animal inhuman
In the end we’re all to blame
And we're caught in the snapshot of better hope not
With the new plot based on the aftershock
Dead reckoning as we enter the ring
Pantomimes in these troubled times
But in our chrysalis of abyss we should all wish not to be a self-fulfilling prophecy
Tragic humorous hubris caged animal inhuman
In the end we’re all to blame
All human hypocrites, crying and laughing to heal all the pain
In the end we’re all the same
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6. |
Quixotic Quicksand
02:18
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What you’re feeling measured by the pleasure ceiling
Quixotic quicksand sinking you where you stand
We think with the ink invisible, find our kind in a mind divisible
In motion capture just in time for the reigning rapture
None for the after
Well is there no escape from Oz
The albatross of exorcist paralysis and
Don’t upset the applecart of Camelot
The spin in the analysis and
Maypoles in the souls of effigies burn bright in the embers memories
Mainlining writers, straw men fighting paper tigers
This place is my space geometry and my inner trigonometry
Crashing disasters aiming high for the swinging rafters
None for the after
The torches of the angry mob with guns and God
Maniacally delusional and
We’re stepping through the looking glass of the aftermath
Of logically illusional plans
Well is there no escape from Oz
The albatross of exorcist paralysis and
Don’t upset the applecart of Camelot
the spin in the analysis and
We’re stepping through the looking glass of the aftermath
Of logically illusional plans
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7. |
Life's A Dream
03:43
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Memories to re-replay in the tolls we pay for our confusion
Heightens the mystery of history with one conclusion
Held in the fields of play the shapes of shade and lights illusion
Life’s a dream in this flesh machine our reels unraveling
We’re the dream in this life machine of stars and silver screens
We chase the light and race the mirror face our self-delusions
Spin on the carousel, a wishing well with no solution
Mirage beyond beyond, there’s a waving wand of absolution
Life’s a dream in this flesh machine our reels unraveling
Shadows on the wall
Voices sing through halls that pull you down
Downstream drowned by old dreams
Pictures on the wall
Whispers of us all and all fall down
Ghost of those who pass through
Life’s a dream in this flesh machine our reels unraveling
We’re the dream in this life machine of stars and silver screens
Life’s a dream in this flesh machine our reels unraveling
We’re the dream in this life machine of stars and silver screens
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8. |
William Tell Routine
03:04
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Strange day ran away with a spoon in June and Milky Way
Goodbye skies of golden burning
Light too dark put out adjourning
Colors in your eyes are turning
Misty memory of the polyester soft machine
Jukebox Joni silver-screening
Sea-foam celluloid revealing
Cartoon cutouts on the ceiling
Turn on transistors. Hiss whisper
In deep phase all ablaze
New scene, so serene as we dance our William Tell Routine
Swing Victrola Betty Pages
Laugh and cry on mini stages
Transmit transit different ages
Tune out your scripture to picture blue ages portrait paint
Fades radio broadcast waves held our gaze
Tune out your scripture to picture blue ages portrait
Strange day ran away with a spoon in June and Milky Way
Goodbye skies of golden burning
Light too dark put out adjourning
Strange day ran away with a spoon in June and Milky Way
Goodbye skies of golden burning
Light too dark put out adjourning
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9. |
You Only Get This Life
04:36
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We’re just phantoms in the aperture these days
Like a ghost inside a chroma-key relay
That transmits the bits from broadcast far away
And this prison turning prism will decay
And so freeing from illusion comes the day
When the hologram that modern man's become
Melts away with light from invisible sun
On horizons that arise in everyone
You only get this life
And there’s only so much time behind these eyes
There’s so much more to miss
Don’t waste your time
You only get this life
And there’s only so much time behind these eyes
There’s so much more to this
Don’t waste your time
Now my Joan of Arch is in the dark of me
Lost the spark that held my hearts captivity
In return the bridge was burned permanently
Curse the thieves of destinies yet still to come
And the Symphony cacophony becomes
Pressured gravity electric chemistry
Pulsing through the waves of supersymmetry
In a sphere of frequency infinitely
You only get this life
And there’s only so much time behind these eyes
There’s so much more to miss
Don’t waste your time
You only get this life
And there’s only so much time behind these eyes
There’s so much more to this
Don’t waste your time
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Raze The Maze Ashland, Oregon
Raze The Maze is the bay area-born progressive rock band from musical stalwarts,
Tarik Ragab and Moorea Dickason. They
previously cofounded the Manga Carta Records band, MoeTar.
This band and creative project from Moorea + Tarik seeks to raze the fear-based, corporate driven, patriarchal mentality in our culture and raise up radical creativity, deep connection and true expression in its place.
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