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These Rocks
03:38
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1. These Rocks
Words and Music By: Decillion
Maybe it's me
But things are getting kinda crazy
If you're coming
Then I'm going
In through the out
I'm chasing dreams about
A better life...
But what about now?
Every step
Is a battle to be won
With these rocks
Bringing me down
What's it suppose to mean?
When your down on your knees
And getting kicked into face
I'm a fighter
And you'll never get me down
Face anything
You can throw around
Every glance, is a knife in the back
Every word, a slap...
Breakin' down
And kicked to the curb
Two days later, you're callin again
Asking me "how I've been"?
I'm not blind,
And you're not a crazy bitch ;)
What's it suppose to mean?
When your down on your knees
And getting kicked into face
I'm a fighter
And you'll never get me down
Face anything
You can throw around
What's it suppose to mean?
When your down on your knees
And getting kicked into face
I'm a fighter
And you'll never get me down
Face anything
You can throw around
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Laudanum Dreams
03:10
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2. Laudanum Dreams
Words and Music By: Decillion
On a starry night
When we're meant to see
All that is
All that can be
My mind,
What I want to see
Is you and me,
Separated by eternity...
Tumbling through the years
Falling carelessly
Will I land on my feet?
Or miss again...
Awakening,
strength from within
Facing my fears
Again for the last time
Reaching,
For the light of salvation
These years...
Have worn me down
It's my time to shine
Brighter than ever before
Gone are the shadows...
Tripping on a dream
In the twilight of reason
Reliquaries
Of all my sins
Holy words
Will never be enough
To erase...
A lifetime of failures
Reaching,
For the light of salvation
These years...
Have worn me down
It's my time to shine
Brighter than ever before
Gone are the shadows...
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NightBlood
03:53
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3. NightBlood
Words and Music By: Decillion
Out of the light
Is where I'm living
The seedy side
Of the night life
One body,
Interchanged with the next
Always trying to find
The next best thing...
I've seen
The world chew you up
And spit you out
Nothing worse
Than a conscious without some guilt
In between the minutes
On the edge of ecstasy
Higher,
Touching angels
Or lies...
What we see
Can never be
The light
Is never real
On my knees
Crying
I just want out...
I'm running on empty
Circles and lines
Blurry images
Strange times
All the doors
Lead to the same place
But I want more
All the way to oblivion
In between the minutes
On the edge of ecstasy
Higher,
Touching angels
Or lies...
What we see
Can never be
The light
Is never real
On my knees
Crying
I just want out...
There was a time
When everything seemed fine
Lost in a wave...
That washed it all away
In between the minutes
On the edge of ecstasy
Higher,
Touching angels
Or lies...
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4. |
Flawed Logic
04:21
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4. Flawed Logic
Words and Music By: Decillion
Disruption...
The error replicates
Crunch the numbers
To find the fallacy
Thirty years ago
The road split in two
Diverging
Into I don' know who...
The silent tombs
Of my own making
Faceless,
Worn to nothing
The voices of the past
Trailing into silence
The words
Lost to my emptiness
Golden days
Around the corner
Turning grey
Erased again...
Dusty feelings
Collecting rust
Miles away,
Out of touch
Memories
Fading by the day
Now almost nothing
Remains
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Sybarite
10:39
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5. Sybarite
Words and Music By: Decillion
One more selfie
Then I promise to put it away
A few more 'likes'
Is all I need...
A few more snaps
More daring than before
Praise me...
Cuz I'm beautiful
The ugliness
At the end
Replaced
By a phantom
The awkward silence
That prevails
When we're up
To no good...
The endless stream
Of digital personalities
Some for real, others fake
All wanting a piece of the pie
Little moments
Reveal the hate underneath
Hollow people,
Chasing hollow dreams...
Corridors
Leading nowhere
Doors
Locked and open a like
Ecclesiastes 4:4 Then I observed that most people are motivated to success because they envy their neighbors. But this, too, is meaningless–like chasing the wind.
Ecclesiastes 5:10 Those who love money will never have enough. How meaningless to think that wealth brings true happiness!
Job 15:31 Let him not deceive himself by trusting what is worthless, for he will get nothing in return.
Psalm 119:37 Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things; and give me life in your dark ways.
Grey days
Losing sleep
He came for me
In my sleep
Bargains,
By the candle light...
Sunny skies
So why am I grey inside?
Empty attention
Never satisfies
All my dreams
Turning to lead balloons
Engagement soars
As the misery begins
Chained to that stone
And turning feral
Driven crazy
By routine
Your old life
Now cleaved
Serenity
Now replaced by digital pleas
Hungry eyes
Can never get enough
Privacy, turning to dust
A prisoner
Shackled to their fate
The golden slipper
Now a terrible weight
Sleeping eyes, now start to wake
Behold, the Gate...
All that time...
That I spent in my youth,
Chasing that dream
Influencer?
What does it even mean...
Real life
Slipped through my hands
And now I can't find
The grains of sand
Precious moments
Erased
Now that I'm a big star
It's not like how I thought it would be
They don't care about me,
Only my body
An experience
Is what I provide
Rehearsed gestures
Whilst sexualized
Pick you poison
All roads lead to Hell anyways...
Our lives
Falling from dark grace
Never tomorrow,
We suffer our sins right away
Always hollow,
Are the empty victories
Soon,
The money's not enough
To hold you
All together...
Broken into pieces
Another day, rises again
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Knife Fight
03:24
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6. Knife Fight
Words and Music By: Decillion
Hangin' by a thread
Or am I half past dead
Punctured
With a hole in my head
Night falls
And the city comes alive
Bad boys
Looking for a fight
Sliced to the bone
With callous words
Hearts bleeding
In the dead of the night
Another wrong, can't make a right
Smooth skin
Undulating
To the rhythm
Penetrated
The instrument of lust
Castigated
As a thing of the past
Moonlight,
Reveals my wounded soul
Your shoulders cold
I guess it's me or I'm told
Each of us
Barring our blades
Circling ominously
Waiting patiently
For the moment
To strike...
What's it worth
A pound of dirt?
Or empty promises
Sink that knife deep
Cutting, emotionally
Away the blackened
And withered heart
No truce,
It's either me or you
Who?
Has the cleanest hands...
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Jewel in the Skull
03:57
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7. Jewel in the Skull
Words and Music By: Decillion
Jet black
It sees what I see
Silent watcher
Of the darkest sorcery
Deals
Struck in the dark
Evil powers
Leave a lasting mark
One
Flick of the switch
And jewel
Eats my brain
Deceived
By lies
I do what I must
To survive
Ysselda
My sole light
The only joy
In my eyes
We teeter,
On the edge of a war
Dark forces
Never have enough
When the dark
Reaches your corner of light
Coldness,
Radiates
Summers kiss
All but obliterated
Under
A mantle of snow
A race against time
An unwanted third eye
Interloping
On the Just
The stain of evil
Permeates utterly
Proud nations
Turning to dust
The ever war
Out of control
Neighbors are now
Enemies...
Survival of decadence
Ivory towers, now bent
Under the weight
Of corruption
One man
Standing against the tide
When the dark
Reaches your corner of light
Coldness,
Radiates
Summers kiss
All but obliterated
Under
A mantle of snow
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Vital Signals
04:05
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8. Vital Signals
Words and Music By: Decillion
Corners,
Closing in
Eyes,
See nothing
All is quiet,
Am I alone?
And drifting...
Voices,
Lost in the chaos
Tumbling,
Into silence
Divide...
And set them upon themselves
The lies,
Dressed up as truth
The graveyard
Of dead ideas
Spilling over again
A diatribe
Of fear
And ignorance
Armies of sheep
Corralled in their thinking
Blindly lash out
At their brethren
Conflicting thoughts
Branded as "hesitancy"
You're not allowed to think,
What you want
Conform to the greater good
Whatever that means...
All the roads paved to Hell...
Are started with good intentions
Ties that bind,
Fracture in the blink of an eye
Brothers and Sisters
At each others throats
When the last day
Is lived before tyranny
We'll carry on...
Vital signals,
Keep us strong
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Dagga Boy
03:10
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9. Dagga Boy
Words and Music By: Decillion
On the outside
Rage,
Murderous...
And waiting
Survival
Of the strong
Natures cruel
And cares for no one
Brawny,
And ready to gore
The killing beast
Of the savannah
Vindictive
And vengeful
It follows
The shadow of death
Out here
There's only one rule
You either live
Or you're food
Tears
Buy nothing
You can't reason
With anger
Roaming
The dusty wastes
Killing
With impunity
Rag-dolled
And broken
Life
Ebbing away
Try to run
In futility
Trampled
Easily...
The Dagga Boy
Exacts it's revenge
On those
Who challenge
The irony
Of thinking
That we're invincible
As the blood
Feeds the earth
Psychotic herbivores
With a taste for blood
Killing,
Just for fun...
Keep a wary eye
Upon the Dagga Boy
Steer clear
Of his wrath
Another perfect death machine
Dressed up as unassuming...
Dead black eyes
Freeze your insides...
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Blue Shift
10:22
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10. Blue Shift
Words and Music By: Decillion
Moving closer
Can you feel,
The heat of my breath
Animal inside
Allowed free...
The only thing
That keeps you from me
On the prowl
The moon over me
Taste your scent
Closer...
In a dark meditation
A vision so clear
Of two
Now one...
I long for your touch,
In this empty world of mine
For a brief moment in time
Clouds break...
And the sun is allowed to shine
The dull rays
Warm my mind
SOLO Keys
Flying high
The wind upon my face
The ground below
Melting
I'm under the sea
This dream becomes my reality
Every desire
Made palpable
Transcend the flesh
Gods of our memories
One day
The wind turned cold
And snow,
Lay in a blanket
All that's grown...
Is now gone
Living a dream that,
Turned on us suddenly
Eyes,
That rage like fire
Burning,
The rest of me away...
The place
Where my ashes lay
Now wreathed in a circle
In flowers...
When the walls
Are high enough
Nothing
Gets through
Adrift on an ocean
Of doubt and fear
Trying to turn me over...
Messages in a bottle
Lost eternally
Searching...
For land
I'll probably die out here
Under the waves
But at least
I tried to fly...
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Christopher Carrion Kingston, Ontario
Progressive Metal Artist from Canada. I do Death, Black, Progressive and Classic Rock. I have issues.
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