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St. Anselm's Choir
04:05
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So it begins again. Just like it always does, with Nietzsche face down arms bound in a padded room, drooling aphorisms in his sheets.
In the garden I daily lament my fate
to feel the awful burden of these footsteps
but never see the likeness of your face.
In my mother's arms once I could drift away,
but now I'm kneeling lightless at your doorstep,
a curse of Hallelujahs in your name.
I need you here.
I always need you here.
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Felix Culpa
03:48
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So I said "The worst is yet to come dear. Vultures are encircling this freeway and these sentences." Then I said " I want you till it's over. Go ahead and finish me. Go ahead and finish me."
Chorus: It's alright. The words that convinced me. They never leave. They never leave.
So I said "Death is in my fingers. Count the reasons over now. Count the reasons over now."
Then I said " I want you at the ending. Go ahead and finish me. Go ahead and finish me."
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Interlude Part 1
02:26
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I was born.
Some other stuff happened,
& now a universe of asymmetrical
notions lives in my head.
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2009
03:03
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By the riverbed meaningless & random,
I saw you walking behind a geometric puzzle
hidden under glass here.
It lay between us when I lost my mind.
You're here & all the doubt between us.
If you're leaving me I don't believe in anything.
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For a World of K's
02:51
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So listen up to a fathomless dark & street lamps that
render a bleak imitation.
I feel everything and nothing.
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Entropy
03:29
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Chorus
I remember everything,
the calmest winter and a grey light rising.
& I remember everything
the blackest summer and your warm voice leaving.
I remember everything
the calm of winter and a grey light rising.
& I remember everything
the blackest summer and your warm voice leaving.
Verse:
& I took the edges of the paper and measured out the distance to the margins with the end of my hand.
I drew the only shape that lingers in my dwindling periphery now even when I know that you're gone,
You know that I am never sleeping, but staring at the ceiling and regretting now each word that I said.
I try forgetting it. I try forgetting it. I try forgetting it. I reach into the void with my hands.
Chorus
Remember everything
the calmest winter and a grey light rising.
I remember everything
the blackest summer and your warm voice leaving.
I try forgetting it. I try forgetting it. I try forgetting it. I reach into the void with my hands.
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