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The Alchemist
03:50
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Night, dark, smoky room
Stepping into zone
I'm more efficient that way
So lets begin
Just another poem that fuses anger and serenity
Toxic smoke fills the emptiness between the walls
Sunken in thoughts that turn into melodies
They dance around the room, filling it with memories
Music music The remedy, the disease
The source of answers
Pushes me away... away...
So I'm pending. Pending.
Carpenter, poet or architect
Changing roles at will
And I'm....
A bit confused
Like an archeologist digging deeper harder through
In a search for a clue how to find truth
Covered in ruins that turn into melodies
They dance around the room, filling it with memories
Music music The remedy, the disease
The source of answers
Pushes me away... away...
So I'm pending
I’m loaded with questions that turn into melodies
They dance around the room, filling it with memories
Music music The remedy, the disease
The source of answers
Pushes me away
So I'm pending
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Bad Religion
03:36
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The hat that he's wearing shrinks over his hair
Looking up at the sky, looking for what's not there
He has been dreaming of ruling the world for a year
He has been leaning on the grace of a God for a year
Observing his neighbor wrapped in a thick black beard
And claims to be leaning on his guy in the sky
He's forgotten long ago what's human and real
His mind is enslaved to a network of lies and a dream
Bad, Bad Religion
Woah woah Religion
Bad Bad Religion
Two sheep are walking, one forward and one back
Two colors they share, one's white and the other's black
They both reach a hill they discovered by surprise
They're no more than sheep without a reason to meet in their eyes
Bad, Bad Religion
Woah woah Religion
Bad Bad Religion
Night fell slowly
Humans, in their homes fast asleep
But high up on a hill there's a waiving flag, it's black and white
And two dying men lie forever underneath
Bad, Bad Religion
Woah Blind Faith, Blind Faith Religion
Bad Bad Religion ahhhh
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On the road to Anshu
The air is sparse and serene
You ride an eighty-six ostinato
The texture is green
You're hazing through valleys and peaks
Intoxicated with work ethics ooh
Success enclosed in a decorated swamp
Destroy the body and the head will die
It's a savage journey to the heart of the self
People of the gun
Obligated to meet and greet
They were here to plant the seed
Devoted for meat and greed
The non-existence of a destination
Is embedded under your skin
Success enclosed in a decorated swamp
Destroy the body and the head will die
It is a savage journey to the heart of the self
Now you too could unfold and become
More questions in a form of guidance
Success enclosed in a decorated swamp
Destroy the body and the head will die
It is a savage journey to the heart of the self
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Truth on the Outside
03:54
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Try to show off today
A journey coming soon
And ordinary consequences
Your life forever changed
It’s your own handwriting
You’re in the center of the universe
You're though on the outside
Soft on the inside
Therefore we exploit the innocence
Everybody needs to make a living
More than you really are
Less than you really care
You recently have suffered a great loss
Blurred future greatest gift
Another paragraph
Let us know if it's any different
You're though on the outside
Soft on the inside
Therefore we exploit the innocence
Everybody needs to make a living
There's truth on the outside
Truth on the inside
Therefore we exploit the innocence
Everybody needs to make a living
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Rough Terrain
03:42
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On the road to Anshu
The air is sparse and serene
You ride an eighty-six ostinato
The texture is green
You're hazing through valleys and peaks
Intoxicated with work ethics ooh
Success enclosed in a decorated swamp
Destroy the body and the head will die
It's a savage journey to the heart of the self
People of the gun
Obligated to meet and greet
They were here to plant the seed
Devoted for meat and greed
The non-existence of a destination
Is embedded under your skin
Success enclosed in a decorated swamp
Destroy the body and the head will die
It is a savage journey to the heart of the self
Now you too could unfold and become
More questions in a form of guidance
Success enclosed in a decorated swamp
Destroy the body and the head will die
It is a savage journey to the heart of the self
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Oren Yaacoby Los Angeles, California
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