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Prelude
01:57
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Transitions
03:34
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“Transitions” by Potion Cafe
We… we have become what you could not foresee,
severed and stationary.
We have perceived the signs and have come to realize
we’re surrounded by dead canaries.
Maybe we can try acting civil now,
as one thing flows right into the other,
before you can realize that anything has changed.
We have come to a verdict knowing there is no turning back,
no rewinding, no chance to reenact.
We stand against the future with even-tempered souls,
reshaped, recast through countless molds.
Maybe we can try acting civil now,
as one thing crumbles before the other.
(Accept that it’s gone.) Everything changes.
(Accept that we’re done.) Nothing lasts.
We will move on, turn against the wind.
We will move on, even if we capsize the ship.
Salvage the children’s remains,
or bury them under the waves.
There was nothing to say
when we brought you to shore,
save an empty farewell,
and then we set sail once more,
into the storm.
Maybe we don't ever have to speak again.
We will move on, turn against the wind.
We will move on, even if we capsize the ship.
Salvage the children’s remains,
or bury them.
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Interlude I
01:41
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The Ghost Factory
03:18
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“The Ghost Factory” by Potion Cafe
I’m sick of waking up in dreams,
while every waking hour is spent asleep
in fear I’ll find we’re beyond repair and faulty by design.
While we’re here not of our own accord, it’s irrelevant.
So let it out.
With every cautious exhalation, we are closer to the end.
So let it out.
Let out everything that you’ve held in.
To you, have I become a ghost?
Do you run, in fear you’ll be exposed?
You’ve cut much more than communication.
This night won’t end until you sleep.
The sides of you I haven’t seen
will haunt my dreams.
So let it out.
With every cautious exhalation, we are closer to the end.
So let it out.
Let out everything that you’ve held in.
Would you read my will?
Skip to the very last line.
The words that I’ve instilled
in this heart I’ve redefined.
Would you read my will?
Skip to the very last line.
I’m not your recreant doll.
I am faulty by design.
And it read, “I loved you.”
We all die with nothing.
Would you read my will?
Skip to the very last line.
Will you shout for me, with all your heart?
Will you let it out?
With every cautious exhalation, we are closer to the end.
So let it out.
Let out everything that you’ve held in.
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Interlude II
01:06
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The Architect
08:09
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"The Architect" by Potion Cafe
Well, you know I'm a bloodbath, but you made me this way.
And I'm ready to spill all over your feigned charity.
You arranged my emotions in perfect disarray.
And I can't begin to extract the aspirations you've claimed.
When we are left to wonder what the world has come to,
I might as well leave all the notions behind
that I can effect a catharsis of this grand design.
'Cause it left all decorum at the scene of its birth,
adopted a false disposition, and abandoned its worth.
And I just want to understand the truth
that lurks beneath the surface of your words,
darling dear. Don't be afraid,
'cause I can see what's under all the smiles,
a broken record playing in reverse.
Repeat the past, rejoice the hurt.
We balance on the edge of no return,
just spinning our wheels.
And if we keep this up, our axles will rust,
and we'll never come unstuck.
The constant has escaped us, answers inconsistent with
the evidence we've gathered. Overlook the obvious.
Grasping onto ignorance, we wither into dust.
Shielded by our memories, we think we're already free.
The dead are the bricks of our existence,
but no one seems to notice.
We're stationary in our own self-imposed confinement,
scared of things that we don't know
won't hurt us 'til we find them,
satisfied to understand nothing of identity,
scared our shadows won't be there... ever again.
Will you let the world wilt away?
Let's deconstruct it of our own accord.
Will you let the pieces decay?
Let's reconstruct them of our own accord.
Will you leave the distance to grow?
Let's deconstruct it of our own accord.
Will you let the progress plateau?
Let's reconstruct it of our own accord.
Everything has gone.
Everything has gone.
The lives that we've built, the world that we've made,
everything is gone, everything is gone.
The memories we've shared, the futures we've dreamed,
everything is gone, everything is gone.
This is the end of our coexistence.
This is the end of our coexistence.
Everything has gone.
Everything has gone
to waste.
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Interlude III
00:54
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Doze
06:44
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“Doze” by Potion Cafe
Speak like you know everything about me.
I won’t let it show. Do you know what you’ve begun?
You will doubt yourself every time
I decide to shed my outer image,
Churn in the juice that saturates my mind.
We will grow. We will doze.
(Cut across my heart. Cut across my heart.)
We will die. We will fly.
(I will be reborn. I will be reborn.)
We will grow.
Tear from my chest deep emotive complexes.
Strip me away from myself and all that’s left is you
And you’ll find not a single thing worth taking.
Make no mistake. You thought you were real but you’re fake.
We will grow. We will doze.
(Cut across my heart. Cut across my heart.)
We will die. We will fly.
(I will be reborn. I will be reborn.)
We will grow. We will doze.
(Cut across my heart. Cut across my heart.)
We will die.
And I hatched in the wake of catastrophe.
You stood so silently, staring out at the debris.
We looked at the world with our brand new eyes.
We couldn’t recognize anything at all.
And we reconciled our petty differences,
insignificant in light of everything.
We waited for our wings so delicate,
and said our last farewells, before we went our separate ways.
We will grow. We will doze.
(There is nothing left for us anymore.)
We will die. We will fly.
(We have reconciled every last regret.)
We will grow. We will doze.
(I still love you, but we can’t carry on lying.)
We will die.
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