‘The Infinite Definitive’ Lyrics

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‘The Infinite Definitive’ Lyrics

 

1. Moving Out of Frame

In another form of cover, everyone survives, the reflections in a window, walking side by side, you can

breathe and make it through the night, you can see with eyes uncompromised, the story in your mind

Giving into action they are rearranging blame, they are changing every day, they are what you want to

say

Breaking into fractions they are opening the safe, they are moving out of frame, they are reinventing

change Every other planet circles every other age and if they change, it’s still the same, the motion in

relation to the never ending waves and if they change, it’s still the same

When the danger of a stranger is oversimplified, the reaction is an action that leads to sacrifice, you can

breathe and make it through the night, you can see with eyes uncompromised, the story in your mind

 

2. Collections of The State

There’s nothing left to know, so forget your neon soul, with voices from the sky, these questions lead to

lies, shadows walking around and the numbers bring you down, I can hear you cry as you turn out

every light  Send down the collections of the state, it’s just an epidemic rage, yeah, yeah, yeah

We’ve got the meaning on our side, the places we go and the reasons we hide

They’ve got patience on the way, the troubling times that they learn to erase, you can learn to erase

The conversation’s cold, the temperature unfolds and I can’t pick up sound, so I will tear it down, I try

to make my escape, time it hesitates, paints itself away, the ladder pointing down will never touch the

ground

 

3. Future Circles

You look in every mirror to see what’s on your mind, you’re surrounded by the memories of a life you

couldn’t find, you want to come down right now, you need to come down right now, you have to come

down right now, you should have come down right now

There’s still no reason for thinking all the things that you do, your mind is still heavy with feelings for

the people you knew, you never listen because reason is the truth of a few

In the morning you rise to find yourself as a fool and in the evening the mission is protect what you do,

you never listen because reason is the truth of a few

According to the future the past will never find the meaning to the answer of the question on your mind

 

4. A Heavy Heart or An Empty Stomach

So they tell you it’s all the same, I guess there’s nothing left to say, photographs and barricades,

painting stories anyway

The leaves are changing in the trees, rain is falling in the sea, somewhere someone makes believe

everything is meant to be, I don’t know what’s in between all the spaces and the seams, but I know I’ll

always dream and that this is all I need

You’ve been given everything, made to wear a golden ring, and in the void your memories are

celebrated with empathy

 

5. The Experience of Understanding

Down the open road, I have traveled, I have seen a million meanings undefined and doubting every

reason that unravels, as they occupy the spaces in my mind. Fall into me, it’s a desperate need, I don’t

care anymore, I don’t care anymore at all

Crying out into the sun, you feel you are the one, you fight to reach the shore, you’re frozen to the core,

the life you have ignored is knocking on your down, you break yourself away, you’re trying to escape

and everything you do is complicating you, it’s everything you knew in variations, truth

Down the broken rows I still travel, I arrange every image in a line, and doubt is a method of survival,

when it’s lost I regret the depth of life.

 

6. Every Measure and Space

In the remainder of a few, an illustration of the used, and if the actors take their cues, the conversations

will ensue between the frozen forms of force and levitations of remorse, the complications from the

source speak of mandatory wars

Where they read and they talk in their sleep, where they feed and conceive of the sorrow and grief that

is know by the traits that have passed and replaced every measure and space that exists in this age at all

There is no cause for the alarm, around your neck you wear a charm, is it protecting you from harm as

you’re walking arm in arm? Because in the open air I’ve know of the chosen and alone, and to them it

is condoned and sold in broken homes.

Within the movement of the sea, sinking blindly in the deep, the architecture of belief resonates

integrity. While the echo is echoing, the audience is existing, the room is filling up with dreams,

navigating everything

 

7. When The Illusion is What it Seems

An education in the clouds and a perfect view, a correlation in the doubt of the friends you knew

In the summer, you can find them, in the winter they hide out, the replacement of a feeling that you’ll

never talk about

We can read it on the page, and we can sound it out, never underestimate the exceptions are allowed

They are made to hesitate and they pretend out loud, the situation of escape, reservations of the sound

So you state your case and you exist in every dream when the illusion is what it seems

In a modern age a recollection is allowed to represent the way back down

Candles burn unattended all night long until they’ve been put out

The camera pans and shapes a clone as the preacher bows

Recollection is a motive and a declaration is truth, in the wild we are naked, the protection we abuse

 

8. The Introduction is Arriving

Into the cold, holding on to hearts and minds of heroes and foes

I couldn’t hear the sound of seeing all that is owned, it’s molded in the ocean folded under the snow,

and

all that had appeared was taken back to the road that’s leading away from the place that was always the

reason to go, the funeral parlor, a bar underwater, a mountain of gold, it’s hardly a bother to summon a

martyr who’s walking alone, and speaking of which is like raising a fist in the air.

The reasons are leaving us here

Down on the ground, or up in the clouds, counting the seasons in measures of doubt

Broken in two, like starting anew, never a stranger to seeking the truth

The connection, the exception

Out on your own, walking on to elevators empty and cold, buried in the city of a fortunate soul whose

job it is to raise the kids and answer the phone, and all that is, is what exists at the end of the line,

breaking and quaking and seldom mistaking the meaning of rhymes, anticipating the patience of

waiting and pacing tonight, someone is leaving and facing the ceiling with wandering eyes and

speaking of which is like raising a fist in the air.

It was a maze, the only exit unaffected twisting in shape, down the river through the valley wasting

away, shining light towards the evening, drowning in space, the atoms are colliding causing an infinite

age, the weather is changing the buildings are breaking and falling away, the oxygen shaking the words

that are making their way to the grave and speaking of which is like raising a fist in the air.

 

9. Foundation of Rebellion

Walking alone in the orchard, a blanket full of stones.

Talking a tone of reduction like a broken saxophone.

I will reply with an answer, I know not what I know.

An eye for an eye is a favor I wish not to provide.

Reflection, connections down forget about the sound

Protection, connections down forget about the sound

This is your connection now forget about the crowd

This is your direction now forget about the crowd

Caution is thrown to the tyrants who in action do condone

fortune and fame and redemption of the sort that can’t be owned

 

10. Electric Dissolution

The feeling of a century, the movement in your mind, the puzzle is still incomplete, the honesty of time

Drawing down and passing by, the scenery is light, the silhouetted socialite without an alibi

The conversations fade and fall away, the enemy is what you say, the patience of the patient waits

The color of the cold is amplified, electric sounds and lullabies, the visions of a satellite

The timing of a serenade, the gift of giving dies, to operate in confidence while making up your mind

The action of a compromise is written and aligned, it tells the story penalized by ignorance and lies

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