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Hydrate
01:33
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Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate
Regardless that I know it's detrimental
I feel this fluid flowing through my veins
And it may be exactly what it takes
For me to get past this lapse, this peripheral gap
At the cost of my independence
Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate
Fighting with this synergy
Acting like I'm independent
Redirecting benefit
Towards this moral rift
(spirit pouring through based off of what I consume)
Realigning energy
Realizing my addiction
Conscious of jaded efforts
I attempt change
Yet I still drink
Is there any way
For me to ascend
Anywhere above
My current location
The answer always comes
Deep from my subconscious
A transfer made so neutrally
From the cause itself
I will win, I will find myself
When I win, what will winning help
Questioning, but not giving in
I'll ascend, I'll refute the urge to further
Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate
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2. |
Breath Of Fresh Air
01:31
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I'm reveling in your compliment
I'm Hyperventilating
Ever so consciously
Ever so aware of my own awareness
I can't breathe
Normal air
Lungs react
And I follow
I never let a thought slip by without prior
Critiquing, and assuming judgement
Making it an abstract
Straining outward context as it stands
Manipulating, inwardly debating, and
Struggling just to breathe
To breathe
So I design my state of mind to reflect itself other times
For the confines of what is mine remind me of the finite line
Persisting past plain fortitude
Maliciously and insecure
Outgrown, outweighed, outlasted, and
My troubles sink below this pristine air
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3. |
Impulse
01:11
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Acting out of implied necessity
So it seems to me
I-
I need to breathe
To breathe and to feed
Off all of the ideas foreign to me
And to have consumed
Past the point of greed
There remains something else I need
Something that I need
My heart invests itself in this
And speaks convinced of urgency
Convinced
So it seems to me
That I am to obtain what I seek
By impulsive means
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4. |
Lethargy
03:54
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Awake and staring at the walls as
unfulfilling as it sounds
I cannot concentrate
On anything outside of my own growing lethargy
(I'll) just try
To close my eyes and sleep
And sleep
The foundation of my slumber
Hinges on what could be done instead
Of laying my head down
and wondering what thoughts it will evoke
Though it wont amount to much
Since I've already dreamed
Sweet dreams of love and light
And everything ambiguous that I want
What I need's action not lullaby
Not passive passion
Pushing past my Mismatched reaction
Detaching from distant distractions
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5. |
Neuroplastic Envelope
00:50
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Turning away from my lethargic mold
Pushing towards thoughts of a meaningful reality
I'll rewire and reconsolidate
Redirect my Neuroplastic Envelope
To transcend this objectivity
Catalyzing ethereal flow
Becoming who I promised myself I'd be
Years ago
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6. |
Null
01:08
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I'm falling through the conventions of my
Only system setup
Just like mathematics when applied
This is the basis of my monotonous schedule
I try to side against it but I'm
Null and dying from this self-inflicted starvation of all my conflict
I'm in need of depth, I just need some new light
But how can that light just be obtained
If there is anything maintaining
Interest in these digits
Providing structure is a key
but how does that relate to me
I'm seeing past these rigid
Lines that work objectively to find
The human construct that confine
It's concept and create this null
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Mind aligned to a meter arhythmic
Pulsating frustration at its stem
I'll waste no time tearing through my
Sense of stability
Gaining pace at a speed still encumbered
Pushing to dissolve my reaction
Words so dispersed at the top of my memory
Trying to climb through this sensory chokehold
It's been twenty long years since the last time that I remember being able to breathe
Endless instinctual defensive properties
Forcing me to fight
Forcing me to retort
Taking me further than I've ever been before
Never letting go
Impulsive and devoid
Of any motion backwards and of anything besides this
Strangulating sequence of natural intent
Keeping me away from self-conception
Limiting
My own observation
Or so I'd like to think
It's so much more than these (x2)
Ingrained social reflexes
Weighing in with no sense of rhetoric
On my own grounds and opposed to my mind
I will act with confidence self-given
Against all of my past ingrained social reflexes
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Watabou Ann Arbor, Michigan
Watabou is the amalgamation of extensive electronic programming, punishing physical externalization, subconscious realization, and constructive manipulation of myself and my art. It is the peak of my artistic externalization and I hope you understand and enjoy it for what it is. ... more
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