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I. thank you
01:36
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I. thank you
bask in the marvel of our creation. bask in what our piglord has preconceived as our way of being. we are not above fate or condemning. we are static. thank you for this prison. thank you for establishing these walls that line every fucking room. allow me to thank you for fucking us one-hundred thousand times. allow me to thank you for the lack of guidance in power. allow me to thank you for the vision of the world as I see it. black. rotten. empty. hollow. selfish, devoid.
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let us ingest our spiritual arisings and let us ingest our pathways into the void. I must escape this depraved homeworld we live in, I must. my mind is being torn in thousands of directions. I am being pulled away. finally, exiting this realm. these visions and these moments are beyond anything you could ever believe. the sheer memory brings me to tears. I have broken through. only now do I understand. no matter how much you ponder everything in question as to how our souls, thoughts, needs and desires are together in our moment of time:
we all searched ourselves to find each other.
a) sunrise
I would like to thank you. for what you've shown me, for what I've seen. I would love to show you everything; beyond reality. I'd love to turn you on. Now that my view of the world is beautiful, we must not forget the beginning...
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III. the maze
03:10
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wait, what's going on? faces descending from the sky. wait, are you ok? "he's gone, I can see it in his growing eyes". the walls rotating into once before. I'm afraid I've lost my way. everything explodes into once again. will I ever leave this tragic state? wait, what's going on? our minds are diseased with fear. wait, what is going on? all understood means nothing here. I exist only in the bounds of one plain. the gears churn and my eyes open. another world, another world, another world: none my own. one by one we all must face the maze alone.
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IV. thank you
04:23
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I have moved and shifted through red orbs; through imaginary planes of mind. I have seen their cores. walls collapsing; a sphere of human faces, writhing in pain. I have existed within miles of what does not exist. fields of horror and grandeur lie next to me in this bed. time unraveling. nothing to explain this change.
logic will never be the same.
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the Visions Of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
thevisionsof is...
beckington III - guitars, vocals
Mr. Jim Sticks - drums, percussions, keys
mike spitts -
bass guitars, keys
south nj/philly
recordings:
2006- I through IV
2007/2013 - Assorted Gateways and My Walking Dream
2012 - the Visions Of (S/T)
upcoming album:
Star Destroyer
stardestroyer1@hotmail.com for contact
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