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Prisoners
03:18
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You are just digital dots
Counting seconds in tocks
In an idiot box
I know what’s making you tick
And what you’re gonna click
You might think it’s a trick
Nothing you can do will stop us
Staring at an open flame
It all looks the same
Disconnection causes pain
So I’ll stay awake
You are just Digital dots
With unoriginal thoughts
Hardly sentient bots
You are just digital bits
Soon you’ll have to submit
Now we’re after your kids
Nothing you can do will stop us
Staring at an open flame
It all looks the same
I can’t turn away
Disconnection causes pain
So I’ll stay awake
To watch the sick parade
I’m left in a room alone
To my own devices
I’m trapped in a tomb alone
With my own devices
The same worms will eat you too
Tear your flesh from bone
The same worms will eat you too
Tear your flesh from bone
Prisoners
Of a past and present
Men of always
And the children of never
You’ve been bought and traded for silver
You are just digital dots
Unoriginal thoughts
Hypocritical sentient bots
Nothing you can do will stop us
Digital
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Breathing Fine
04:14
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The feeling of falling is still so familiar
The pain in my stomach is better, but baby
Bright colours have faded too early this year
And strangers look stranger 'round here
The flowers you’ve left here have died in the heat
I see parts of your face now on girls in the street
I hope you like your new neighbours, don’t sleep with every new stranger
It’s lonely, but only at night
But most of the time
I'm breathing fine
Most of the time
I'm breathing fine
I smile at familiar faces
I talk to myself in empty spaces
But breathing is fine
Most of the time
It’s half of me baby that still is infected
No water has cleansed it, no sleep has erased it
Towards and aways-from, this room is a cage
And things I’m trying to write you, they die on the page
But most of the time
I’m breathing fine
Most of the time
I’m breathing fine
I’ve played through the great composers
I got through the nights
On wine and prose, and
Breathing is fine
Most of the time
What else can I tell you?
I just turned thirty-one
The boy grew no wings
So he’s learned how to run
I hope you keep out of danger
Now, stranger to stranger
It’s lonely, but only at night
And most of the time
I’m breathing fine
Most of the time
I’m breathing fine
Breathing is fine
Most of the time
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Jean-Paul De Roover Thunder Bay, Ontario
A touring and recording artist from Thunder Bay, ON that continues to explore different musical territories.
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