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This is the faith complex
Where all it takes is another step so we can then step again
it's not all about the numbers
This is the faith complex
try not to write another disappointing letter to integrity
only go faster when you've stopped and thought
only go slower when you've learned of wisdom
everything is a question of goodwill
but we're too busy delivering answers with arrogance
isn't it funny how ones compassion diminishes when his or her own perils rise?
Perils Rise
its not all about the numbers
What should we ask for?
Who should we look to if all we know is burning bridges?
Don't speak to me like I'm a stranger
Turn your thoughts to the roots
As we've all been caught up in the brances
With roots above and branches below
Don't run if you don't know your walk
This is the faith complex
This is a memoir to friends persisting.
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Confidence blurred by arrogance.
And the self-worship continues.
Who is an artist?
You can't decide for yourself.
Straight lines, I see straight lines,
But they control sloppily, stupidly.
Keep that golden, celebrity character to your own conscience.
Take a breath and rest your jaw.
A vertebrae with no spine.
Our entertainment: a mockery.
With every laugh and every joke the actor's lungs become more dense with damnation.
Don't mistake my intentions for superiority, let's make that clear.
This isn't right and the worst part is we're not pretending.
Don't memorize these names.
Eternally.
This world will run dry and we'll watch the clock.
We'll watch what we'll become.
Don't memorize these names.
Eternally.
Take a breath and rest your jaw.
A vertebrae with no spine.
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This light is one to hold your own weight.
This light is unto those who haven't looked.
Tied by the ghost into the current resolution.
Well, it can't much longer now.
We can face this.
Fight life with life.
All glory to the one in existence.
Bring upon your name, your grace, your every thing.
Hold hands and stare into the circle.
What are we looking at?
Rumors and rumors and rumors.
Rumors and rumors and rumors.
Wash out the lie to save depression.
Rumors and rumors and rumors.
Perished.
Guilts inside me spit on the graves were infinite.
Take a look through the lens at the lies.
At the partitioning.
Well, it can't much longer now.
We can face this.
Fight life with life.
Enemies will come for your throat
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Fall to your knees (accomplishing nothing)
fall to your knees only to exercise your schedule
abandon calendar
what has come with such preaching is loneliness
profit: zero. achievement: zero
forward can't be stopped, it just goes to show that some words are useless
take all your medals, take all your ribbons, take all your awards, take them back to the ground
our youth is lost; a product of the created circumstances
all i can say is "maybe"
all i can say is maybe this is what i've been expecting all along
now's the time of weakness, now's the time of blood
perhaps even the whole-hearted had wished for this
now's the time of weakness, now's the time of blood, and still the time of lions
push everything
force everything
we've all sung of the end, but who truly understands it? all along
forward can't be stopped, it just goes to show that some words are useless
take all your medals, take all your ribbons, take all your awards, take them back to the ground
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Condemned.
My regret is not writing more for You, Lord.
As this ocean comes to be deeper our vessel becomes less stable.
Look to the sky.
Encourage the elements of God,
Rather than the jars that contain them.
If only the ingredients of man were of such elements.
If only.
With great horror, I admit that we all live off the lust and misfortune of others.
All live off the lust and misfortune of others.
This is vision, not contradiction.
I see greed in the face of a priest,
And deterioration in the walls of cathedrals.
What was right, now wrong,
Casts a cold reflection of glory.
Look to the sky.
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I know a ghost,
and when doubted his truth reveals incredible vengeance
vanity is a sepulcher
do as you please, shame, will follow
languages rot and insects lose interest:
Mountains of plastic : Melting Away.
As long as these struggles are aimless
we will all be standing still.
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche
this is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
collect the leaves
count them
name them
study each and every single one of them
as long as these struggles are aimless
we will all be standing still
when worded correctly, truth is never a cliche
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears
All mistakes can be marked by borders
All of love can be traced to a maker
It seems as if what is most important, isn't noticed when forgotten.
Do as you please, shame will foloww
the sun and the moon
You'll always take them for granted
What's delicate is lost.
As the selfish forgot what is the sacred.
The humble forget themselves
When worded correctly, truth is never a cliche
This is because so many are attached to their deaf ears.
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I mean this, I'm not sure if you could say the same.
Week after week after week
Idolatry is wasted reverence, idolatry is the yellow on your teeth.
Gasp for the truth you once lived.
Beyond this world is what is always breathing,
Beyond this world is worth dying for.
I remember what you used to claim,
You can't bury conviction with anything.
Our message will grow,
No matter the mistakes made within construction.
Beyond this world is what is always breathing,
Beyond this world is worth dying for.
Gasp for the truth you once lived.
I pray that stolen glimpses do not subtract from what we've been building.
Keep stride persist in our march.
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Dear tomorrow,
Find some sensibility.
Respond to emotion.
Dear politician,
Define sagacity.
One after another, nobody stands behind the ones they have chosen.
One after another, nobody stands behind the ones they've selected.
Nobody stands behind the nation they've selected.
All chances of survival are beginning to diminish.
Comedy is no excuse for our own blasphemies.
Mass media/mass pessimism/mass denial.
My television tells me to panic, but I don't think I'll listen.
The apathetic force us to persevere.
The apathetic, with their backwards priorities.
If only the strongest of stone was not necessary.
One after another, nobody stands behind the ones they have chosen.
One after another, nobody stands behind the ones they've selected.
We could build a monument for memory:
Liberation includes failure.
Your rebellion is resultless,
So be angry at yourself.
If only we did not deserve this.
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Keep this on your mind.
Keep it within your eyelids
We have ascended countless stairs
Perhaps it has interrupted our thoughts
Regret is an inception, regret is a beginning
Miles and miles of wires build the apparatus.
But don't mistake power lines for shelter.
I forgot and it will more than likely happen again.
Drink and binge the waters of the sea.
Keep this on your mind.
Keep it within your eyelids
Don't climb for a lifetime only to fall short of infinity
Everything is left.
With faith, some minds are sand;
But i prefer concrete.
This is what is going to separate us from them.
Time for the next chapter
Keep this on your mind.
Keep it within your eyelids.
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What would it take?
For things to be quiet, quiet like the snow.
I know this isn't much, but I know, I could, I could be better.
I dont think I deserve it, selflessness.
Find your way into my heart.
All stars could be brighter,
All hearts could be warmer.
What would it take for things to be quiet?
Quiet like the snow.
Are we meant to be empty handed?
I know I could, I could be better.
I dont think I deserve it, selflessness.
Find your way into my heart.
All stars could be brighter,
All hearts could be warmer.
What would it take for things to be quiet?
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Gravity,
Teach me the ways of retaliation
I'd like every backbiter to know what audience is always priority, rather than the stage.
It All Comes Down to This
Look elsewhere for books of narcissism.
Pride is a trend that is far past swollen.
Death through windows
No longer can I live a life of no control
These stories we've been writing are water thin
It's disheartening because I know that we are capable of vision.
Blemishes are warning so simply concentrate and apple pressure
And its branches will be broken
The city to be punished
So many never listen
And I drown in disgust
When will you ever remember?
When will you realize (that) false statements fall to the feet of dead gods?
False statements fall to the feet of dead gods?
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