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Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered at Good People Studios in Denton, TX.

lyrics

Move me.

Get me out of these lines,

distract my id to attract my mind.

Soothe me, better yet don't

Never mind.

Forget it all together and react in kind.

Blind me.

Take away what is there

And replace it with a stop gap.

Searching out repairs for my heirs inhibited

But therein lies the drive for my premise

Or pretending that I give a shit.

Doubt me,

Because somebody's gotta.

Penny and a prayer on my chest

Or the knowledge of their meaning breeds my egos unrest

And I ought to slow down but I really don't wanna.

I already defeated myself and reaped the benefits,

And in doing so, taught myself that

Doing it and doing it and doing it

Over and over and over again

Yields higher concentration than going to war with them.

When time stops moving I continue on strong,

For the soul and the spirit linger on in the song.

That being said, I besiege all willing.

I don't have the time to waste yours or mine

With that “yours or mine” it's just racin'.

So we win because we're impatient.

And we lose in light of the situation.

But we never lose sight, when in trepidation,

Of the reason we arrived in the first place.

If you don't mind,

I would prefer it if we could first place

Weight on the issues on-hand.

If only in order to free ourselves from the shackles we made.

I remain in-chain.

Really to relish in the option of being

My own man who got dammed only half as much as what I pray for-
The slain, or the wake of the progeny broken by.

In absence we learn to fly, or at least fall and not cry.

When time stops moving I continue on strong for, the soul,

In absence we learn to fly, or at least fall and not cry or ask why

When time stops moving.

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from Post Apocalyptic Stress Syndrome, released December 5, 2013
Composed by Amir Matthew Westmoreland and MR Wheat. Lyrics by Adonias "A.D." Wondwessen.

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