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I can see the horizon
It's hazy
I take a deep breath
The salty air
I can see
A few boats in the distance
They're all white
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The Extreme Blur
05:05
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The extreme blur, The extreme blur
The extreme blur
No difference between today
and yesterday
A blurry horizon
Time can move so quickly
i'm practically indoors all day
The boredom hits me
but it doesnt really matter
It's really only like this
cuz the pandemic
We have this like abundance of time
and we're doing just fine
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Ice
04:15
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Crosseyed
01:41
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First I'd like to put away the
notion that i have enough things
to do to keep me from being
bored. I sat on a couch for like
the entire day yesterday.
What's the point of doing any
thing if nothing feels like its real
anymore.
(part 2)
The extreme blur
In a shipwreck
His abundance of time
and a few misspoken thoughts
Bitcrushed dreams
In the uncanny valley
He's in a Shipwreck
but Not sad
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Shade
01:52
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Shadows Ricochetting
04:08
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Here's where the whole story gets a bit wierd.
A spring night, i went to bed on time.
The moon was howling
I could see the city glimmer from my window
I fell asleep
(pause)
At 3:34 am I woke up with a spin
My lips were dry,
and I could hear rain begin to patter from outside
propping out of bed, my hand brushed against the dated wood
Light headed as I was, i went to the tap
and drank a cup of water.
You ever half awake and not thinking straight
and you double check your surroundings
from an unwarranted paranoia
I was doing that
I stepped with a sharp turn
and something glimmery distinctly caught my eye.
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Plasma / Phasma
06:25
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Phasma phantom falling flailing
taller than entire building
screeching my name screaming
overknowing everything in
(^ this is repeated a bunch)
I saw a ghost on that sunday
I cant tell you how it happened
No words to describe it
up until it happened
Plasmatic arms reached me
I didn't move away
The ghost, fundamentally intriguing
it doesnt have a face
who are you?
-I am- (Instrumental cut of noise)
*Breathing*
when did you come here?
-I've been with you all my life
where are you from?
-A place where there is no passage of time. The sky is always grey.
Will you let me come with you
-Come in
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2020
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