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Disruption
03:36
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Run, always run
Resting means defeat
In-between is where I live
So clarity can´t find me
Losing grip and touch
Opacity is home
Where reality is untraceable and truth becomes numb
Tricky gaps between the signs and the things widen every day
Where semiotics fail and disruption lurks
Your feelings make you pay.
Hide, always hide
Revealing means deceit
In-between is where I live
So clarity can´t find me
Losing grip and touch
Opacity is home
Where reality is untraceable and truth becomes numb
In this world of warmongers and free-market apologists
Of distorted frames and foul rhetoric
Where to turn when solid ground
constantly dissolves into particles
Our blind desire is what is left unstained
Fueling deceptive notions of content
no more rest, no more rest in here.
Resting means retreat
In-between is what I leave
Come clarity and find me
Gaining faith and trust
Consciousness is home
Where reflection and desire become one.
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Body Politic
05:31
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Insertion, deletion, code me wrong
Inside out, from front to back
Disappearing outlines on the surface,
emerging patterns beneath the skin
Decrypt my essence, erase my flaws,
You can´t take what´s mine.
You can´t take what´s mine.
At the tip of my tongue
I can taste the outside
At the tip of my tongue
My mass against your shallowness
My fear, my hate, my rage
A different body politic
My skin, my guts, my story
Here I stand – uncorrected
I won´t dismantle
under your searching eye
At the tip of my fingers
I can feel the surface
My sensation against your ignorance
Assemblages of sense and thought
Conjunctions made of time
Stubborn flesh and fragile bones
Gathered around notions of resistance
Split me up and strip me down
You can´t find what´s me.
You can´t find what´s me.
My fear, my hate, my rage
A different body politic
My skin, my guts, my glory
Here I stand – uncorrected.
At the tip of my tongue
I can taste the outside
At the tip of my tongue
My sensation against your shallowness
At the tip of my fingers
I can feel the surface
My sensation against your ignorance
At the tip of my tongue
I can taste the outside
My sensation against your shallowness
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Mirrors
02:17
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Are you up for a game
Of misdemeanor and blame?
A trip to cleverland
Where the dealer has no hand?
Can you take the risk
To look me in the eye?
Can you fake the bliss
And leave me satisfied?
Gazes trapped in a cage
Accurately forged from fear
However blessed with rage
But only one target here
Can you take the risk
To look me in the eye?
Can you fake the bliss
And leave me satisfied?
Make me whole again
I beg you
Make my world complete
I dare you
Make me
Can you take the risk
To look me in the eye?
Can you fake the bliss
And leave me satisfied?
Make me whole again
I beg you
Make my world complete
I dare you
Make me whole again
I dare you
Make me whole again
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Fences
04:02
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Splinters
06:00
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Drenched in dust
Confused by all the clarity
Illiterate by choice
The world becomes a blank
Torn apart by a gentle stroke
Reassembled as a multiplicity
A thousand pieces uplifted by gravity
Do away with all this guidance
Do away with all this paths
The secret is...
Enlightened through a veil of ignorance
The bliss becomes a curse
Remembering the future
Mere illusions left
left to trust
Do away with all this guidance
Do away with all this paths
The secret is to lose it
And to share our common loss
Splinters
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