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Verbal Contract
02:14
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with all that i've got i'm doing all that i can to keep from becoming a bitter man. this commitment to keep this world from tearing me apart. you can't see inside my dreams. they can't see inside my dreams
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Still Fanning the Flames
01:55
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this candle's been burning at both ends for as long as i can remember. i'd like to think it's not catching up to me. sometimes control seems so far removed, still struggling to find that balance. persistence in pursuit of stability. let go and let the fire rage on. let it consume what it will and rejoice in the trial. let these flames lick away the excess. let these ashes anoint a new life. determinatio
n to keep pushing ahead. we'll never know when that fire will be put out. so keep both ends blazing until there's nothing left to burn. till the air in these lungs is replaced with the smoke of a dying life. and with my final exhale i will know that i've made this a life worth living. with my final exhale i will know that i've made this my life.
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after all these invested in this that can't be seen past the stacks of old photos. past the scars we've all been blessed with, most of them received with smiling faces. (the) return on this is worth more than time spent punching a clock and selling my time to the highest bid. and after all these years screaming for change we wish to see in the world, i wonder what we'd do with the malcontent if it actually ever happened. and while i've outgrown the angst there's still so much wrong with so much going, but i'll keep my voice plenty loud for those of us who still give a shit. i haven't given up yet. and after all these years i couldn't be more happy with where i am. and things aren't the same and if they were i would have moved on long ago. so long ago. this constant struggle weighing the importance of being relevant and satisfaction of laying it on the line. laying it on the line.
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It's Good to Have Goals
03:24
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staggering on the cusp of this restless awakening. caught between a harsh reality and a dream doomed never to be. there is no realizing this destiny. now so tired shuffling through the day dragging the weight. overwhelmed by such a feat as this. letting these hopes, letting these hopes effectively shut you down. having your hands tied by your own ambition and you would stay here all your life a beast of burden to this fascination of this unattainable giant. hope is nothing if tomorrow is all you have. and all these dreams will kill themselves in your waking hours if there is no focus on this moment. the only concrete certainty is right now and what you do with it. what will you do with this? bide your time or make your move. stack your chips or cut it loose. there is no right answer. there is only now.
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Just a Phase
03:32
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there were never any glory days. there was never a time before the bullshit. just a wide eyed curiosity at something new. all of the causes that affected us. it’s all still here in this room past the glares of all the kids you don't know staring straight into the soul of your unashamed and awkward catharsis. these strangers that become family the minute everyone here stops trying so hard. there were never any glory days. it has always been like this. there were never any glory days. just these people that change and move on. deciding to grow up and write this off to the folly of youth. outgrowing that wonder that is something new every day. closing the chapters and looking back with disgust, longing, or indifference. it's all in what you choose to see in this petty revolt, sincere absolution. it's all in what you choose to see. it's always been for the glory. it's always been a fucking disaster.
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how quick you are to accept the weight of the world. i don't recall you being asked to be the martyr. this cause only exists in your tunnel vision outlook. by all means expectorate your grandiloquence and pawn it off as gospel. but just remember that once the sermon's over the deaf and blind are still deaf and blind. the only ones the rally to your cries these accusations so poorly thought out they are a herd so easily swayed. whipped into a fury of dumbfounded turbulence leaving them lost in the dust. but after the flood after the deluge they still refuse to acknowledge the rust. and no one will remember how you sacrificed it all in the name of trifling exposition. and time will wash away that soapbox while your congregation is left to scatter. trying to avoid your undeniable downfall while the crumbling walls of your empire built upon the bravado of blaming others for events inevitable will take down with you the most loyal and the most deceived. it's such a shame that in the wake of it all there is another just like you. ready to place the blame just like you.
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We are The Order from Phoenix. We like making music and we'd like to think that sometimes we might actually have something to say that's worth hearing. We don't like cooler-than-you crews, thick-headed-quick-to-punch thugs or the idea that punk/hardcore has to look a certain way or be a certain age. All are welcome, just don't be a jerk. ... more
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