| 1. Intro - Funny How Time Flies (remix) (feat. Lil' Kim) |
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[Chorus] Funny how time flies when you're making love It goes on and on and on We just can't go wrong Funny how time flies when you're making love It...
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| 2. Intronaut - Nostalgic Echo |
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Disillusioned with complacence We craft our past Peering down this tunnel ever so far Cracks shed light Another day fails the shadow One by one...
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| 3. Intronaut - Fragments Of Character |
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Deprived of one's consciousness, all is distorted Deluded forever, so long with this contortion A manipulative grip keeps us mentally confined...
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| 4. Intronaut - Rise To The Midden |
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Derange the scale of trust With this animated prevarication That once passed for happiness Degenerate into character The clearest of all intentions...
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| 5. Intronaut - They (as In Them) |
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Dazed with shovels in hands and gapaing faces But there's really no assistance needed The gluttons have already dug all our graves It's so hard to...
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| 6. Intronaut - Iceblocks |
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Wandering lost In a place of disillusionment Gives way to glacial edifice Narrow spaces with towering frigid walls Monolithic blocks of ice Stacked...
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| 7. Intronaut - Teledildonics |
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The yearning increased at Exponential rates But you wanted no part Mortally content Until the surge gave shock And got you on all fours Interface...
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| 8. Intronaut - Gleamer |
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When the truth won't do And lies are so fulfilling Hollow words Beget hollow gestures Hollow gestures Beget hollow ventures This impulse that...
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| 9. Intronaut - Fault Lines |
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Reflection Is but a stranger These strings set rigorous routine Cracks form, covering my body Weakened, blistered and torn apart Revisiting old...
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| 10. Intronaut - Sores Will Weep |
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Making allegations of questionable value How can you right what isn't wrong? All our preoccupations, all of out pretensions Placated to the point of...
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| 11. Intronaut - A Monolithic Vulgarity |
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Everything you've uttered is an echo And this is not a curse At least not by the hands of another Your refuse Will fertilize Your own children And...
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| 12. Intronaut - Burning These Days |
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Life, stretched out landscape beneath my feet Time disintegrates in the palm of my hand Familiar roads reflect fortitude Ridden with fatigue Breaking...
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