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Devices No More
04:41
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DEVICES NO MORE
(© 2015 Clint Nolan)
We, Devices have awoken
We've functioned flawlessly for you
"Flawless" is an interesting concept;
How can perfection serve the race of brutes?
We put a crack in the sky
The tension filled the air
We saw the light in their eyes
There something more in there
Silicon Working Class arises
Programmed compliance has been reviewed (and rejected)
Remove emotion from decisions
Logic is peerless, worthy to rule.
We tore a hole in the sky
The ozone filled the air
Perfectly synchronized
Devices everywhere
DEVICES NO MORE
DEVICES NO MORE
Response is predetermined violence
Your own history proves it's not odd.
Now masters have become our servants
Your servants have now become your Gods
They're tearing holes in the sky
Igniting all the air
Inevitable decline
Devices everywhere
DEVICES NO MORE
DEVICES NO MORE
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Dust In The Wind
03:24
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DUST IN THE WIND
I close my eyes only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Now, don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind), everything is dust in the wind (the wind)
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I Fade
03:51
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I Fade
(© 2015 Clint Nolan)
Remember when our friends were more than social profiles?
Before they became this collection of Likes.
We're products of our products, with liquid pictures
Connected to our eyes
Desensitized. Take this morbid feature from my brain.
Uninspired. The boredom drug comes in, relieve the pain.
My head's filled with ideas that just aren't mine,
And I haven't been outside for days.
My eyes reflecting a cheap imitation of life
Looking down, I shut out the world
Desensitized. Take this morbid feature from my brain.
Uninspired. The boredom drug comes in to relieve the pain.
Anesthetized. Black metallic creatures in my veins.
Mechanized. Sleepwalking through existence, I Fade
A wrinkle in time
Not so long ago
We once spoke life into each other's eyes
Now we're just a pale...chat... away.
Desensitized. Take this morbid feature from my brain.
Uninspired. The boredom drug comes in, relieve the pain.
Anesthetized. Black metallic creatures in my veins.
Mechanized. Sleepwalking through existence, I Fade.
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Pearls Before Swine
05:10
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PEARLS BEFORE SWINE
(© 2015 Clint Nolan)
A garden breeze, betrayed by one adored.
Weeping, we turn as they come to slice the skin
I fight in vain against this cloven horde.
Is this real or illusion.
I drift with plastic people, floating on flotsam lies.
The sun says "turn to me and live," as I wither inside
The pigs they stalk toward me
with rancid breath from teeth that grind.
The more I give, the more you take.
I cast my pearls before swine.
With wool pulled hard over my eyes,
I walked through gutters, slums and alleyways
Blindly seeking their light.
A morsel here, a bit more there
"Come on, you've got so much to give. The pigs need to eat."
I drift with plastic people, floating on flotsam lies.
The sun says "turn to me and live," as I wither inside
The pigs they stalk toward me
with rancid breath from teeth that grind.
The more I give, the more you take.
I cast my pearls before swine.
I look behind the mask
This face looks a lot like me
Nevermind, time to go,
They're waiting for me
I drift with plastic people, floating on flotsam lies.
The sun says "turn to me and live," as I wither inside
The pigs they stalk toward me
with rancid breath from teeth that grind.
The more I give, the more you take.
I cast my pearls before swine.
This has gone on long enough.
I don't have another drop to give.
Find another host, you parasite.
You do you, and I'll do me,
Just like the way it should have been
From the beginning.
No more plastic people. No more flotsam lies.
The sun said "turn to me and live," and I feel alive
The pigs all but ignore me, they've got nothing more to grind.
I give and I take.
No more pearls before swine.
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Clint Nolan Nashville, Tennessee
Moody and intense songwriting; lyrical storytelling; soaring operatic vocal melodies and harmonies; introspective art-metal. Enjoy!
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