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Intro
00:56
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Magician's Assistant
02:32
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The subtle art of not giving on single fuck
Replaces the heart and the soul
If you'd please look away for just one more moment
I'll make my real self disappear
A costume change for the next act.
How long have you even noticed
That I'm not standing here in this room
I've escaped without as much a sound
Coming down from the hall
It's all in the lights
It's all in the angles
The mirrors reflecting upside down
Projection, misdirection
I've read all the books
I've learned all the tricks
I know just as much as anyone could
I saw all the ropes
I cut all the lines
But every time I gave it away
They stared at my hands
Looked up my sleeves
Wondering what I wasn't revealing
And why I lied
I remember that day so very clear
The time I vanished into thin air
Everyone thought it was just a stupid trick
But I disassociated from my meaningless shell of a life
And reappeared so far away
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Bikeface
02:00
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Science retreats
History repeats
The books, burning
Days looking for something real
We've extinguished all rational thought
Engaged in stories created from our own plot
Let the experts know that fictions, fictions are in control
Hesitations show, that some things, some things are still unknown
Gravity pulls, and tides still rise
Physics can't be ignored when you close your eyes
Debating blades of grass while the field's ablaze
This is how we ignored the end of our days
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Pressure Test
03:02
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This can't be real
The constructs of these empty meanings
All the languished feelings
Search until you've lost you being
How did it arrive
Snuck up like a ship in the night
Offers fame
Offers fights
Only recommends shit that could improve your life
It builds, it grows, it breeds like fire
We've given it air
Raised it up higher
These's nothing left for the burn to consume
Hold on the collapse is soon
Now enter the great discord
I can't remember the last time I was able to be bored
From the sounds of peace and quiet
And my own thoughts
Everything's changing
I think I'm missing the point
I'm told I've lost my way
Running in circles
Never getting away
Repetition builds calluses on time worn skin
But what did we win
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Ryan Wasterlain Dallas, Texas
Ryan Wasterlain is a Dallas based musician who can't seem to sit still. This is trying to collect a lot of the random projects he's created.
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