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You are Here
02:12
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Arthritis
03:38
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Yeganeh
08:55
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The majority of truth is relative to the individual or in some cases, the group. There is no real purpose at all. But we are able to compose one for ourselves. The entirety of literally everything is infinity – on forever in every direction and even caving in sometimes. Time is a continuous circle, repeating forever, over and over. We are limited to the tangent of time that we call life – to repeat without repeating. There is an infinite chain of causes constantly in vibration and there’s this sensation that I can’t help but scream out!
God does not exist! And whatever it is, does. What you look for is what you find, or maybe just to redefine – as whatever it is, exists within us. We have created our Creator! And for a good fucking reason too. The misinterpretations and extremism go without saying, but they are just metaphors to comprehend the things in which we cannot understand. But again, it is subjective speculation to some degree – to even fathom you, I must truly understand me.
Embrace the end of the world as an idea. Love it, understand it, and fear it. Bring awareness to the manifestation that you can easily become the things you hate. Become it in the mind and let it dig its hole, in the end, you might find something new.
I am, I am not. I am not alive. I am dead inside. I do not enjoy it. I'm disconnected from the surface level intellect - the delusion of the ideologue politic. We're here and we're gone in the blink of an eye from the hole that rips the sky - the portal that tares apart everything we know, tells us where we came from and where we will go. We become so violently angry - like water forgetting to flow. We've forgotten how insignificant we all are with the illusion of egotistical pride. This short tangent of time comes down to three things: Story, Sex and Suicide. And the monsters that we really are repress into our minds and behind the doors of suffering is where they will hide. They come out at night and they come out in day, they come out in the truths that others say. To the abyss is where I stare because the American Dream is a fucking nightmare. Climbing the latter is just an illusion if we watch others fall. in the end that's all there is - everything at once and nothing at all. To be remembered and forgot, Sam I am, Sam I am not.
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Poly Pockets
12:11
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Oh my sweet child, how can you see behind those blind eyes?
This illusion we build of the world is not good.
There is no truth in lies and that's all we tell.
What's the chance that you are you when you could have easily been the things you hate?
oh my sweet child, now can you see?
Then continue to crawl through the brush
and those thorns you hate so much will continue to poke.
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Nihilism is in
07:19
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If we shall fall again, who with pick us up?
No one will wait for you so don't wait for them.
Nihilism is in and so is narcissism.
Bring it down
Lets go for a slow walk through the valley of death
Don't forget to breathe in the last cigarette
Kill yourself and take me with you
A snail crawls across a knife and it survives
Is this all life is? what does it mean to be alive?
You haven't lived until you've die, can I survive myself?
You haven't lived until you've died, and that's still not enough.
You will die, that's all there is, that's all there ever was.
Kill yourself and take me too, 'cause i can't see it through.
Well, you made it. I guess it wasn't that bad after all. This place can be truly beautiful if you wish to see it that way, or it can be quite the opposite - but, it doesn't matter that much.
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Modern Mason Toronto, Ontario
Samuel C. Mason
Classical Guitar
Post-rock
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