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Ashen
03:19
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Born of a spark set loose upon the world, there's no spectacle that can both compare to this chaos, and claim such humble beginnings: an elemental purge that spares me no control.
Born of a flicker of proud indifference, this paralyzing flame soars far and wide, consuming with admirable indiscrimination: an inferno erupted by vain desire.
Born of an act of creation, born of nature's fickle assertion, born of whims of the quickly dismissive, born seemingly only to steal my gaze, the hellkite's wings--replete with fury--construct endless fervid distractions, and I'm powerless to prevent them. The surreal surrounds me, and its warmth I only feel too late.
So desperate to sever this connection, the world decrees and I begrudgingly oblige. Pulled from my home as I begin to ignite, I steady my thoughts and drift through the flames, so that life might begin anew.
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Eyes of a Dream
01:30
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Turn the key. Trace the footprints. Vestiges manifest in fire, but careful steps will lead past what you can't see through. Walk carefully. There's nothing to fear, but no reason to hurry. Make your way through the hall. Pull back the sheets. Get some rest. Leave enough room for routine to burn alongside the grave you've just prepared.
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Rise With the Smoke
05:04
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I have nothing left to lose. Affinity calmed my hand, but ignited my heart. Nothing is saved and nothing is lost in the flames, but I burn with these dreams. Am I the spectacle? Am I the spark? Am I the purge? If I have nothing to lose, nothing stands in my way. If nothing stands in my way, what more could I want?
I once gave meaning to this convention. Now the walls serve only to crumble beneath my reclamation of self through this monument of embers and holocaust of smoke.
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Smother the flame. Years pass and embers wane. Burning walls, collapsed and reformed, bend to shape the life I've built in ash and remnants of relics, but I can't complain.
I'm reaching toward distant sounds, echoes compromised to complete the exchange, but the distance translates. The best years of my life built the bars that keep me witness, never to reclaim.
I have nothing to offer, no means to escape. Crumbling walls interfere with the silence, and darkness turns gray as shadows dance frantically before me. I've never wanted more to have less, yet I must maintain.
I can't complain. I can't reclaim. I can't maintain. What happens if I can't sustain?
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Fall With the Rain
03:01
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What more could I want? I have the shadow and all of its answers. What more could I want? I have the night and all of its truths. What more could I want? I have the darkness and all of its caring.
But still, days extend. I can't move. Inertia pulls me forward and I don't resist. Vision fades. My senses strain. Life corrects from start to end.
Anger's not enough anymore. Like a slow circling drain, the birds collect between the clouds. Like a proud monument to the inevitable, I'm paralyzed by fear of my understanding, as if I know too much. But I don't know enough.
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Eyes Are Open
03:39
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It seems like an eternity ago. I can't find the words to describe it. My voice and my memory both fail. I lose myself in new questions as memories distort the present. I lose myself in the lies that seemed so tangible up against the truth.
Wings beat loudly within the darkness of my mind.
My path is static no longer. I forge new ground with each step. Testing the answers, I might find some way to make sense of this--to cope, to feel--but I will never be free.
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Dusted
04:22
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Borne aloft, I'm letting go. Pity that the choice wasn't mine to make in the end.
Borne beneath a blanket yet unsewn, I only feel the warmth because I know.
Borne by darkness, borne by wings that beat inexplicably, borne for reasons I couldn't hope to understand, the crow circles and my path is set. Nothing in the world could tighten my grip.
Memories burn cold through my fingers. Pulled from my skin as I begin to fade, I see my life in its end, as if from the sky.
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Pyramids Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Pyramids was a three-piece Philadelphian hardcore band from 2005 to 2012. We had several different line-ups, but we were always loud.
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