Equaliser EP

by Paper Truth

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released August 3, 2012

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Track Name: What You Possess
Watch what you possess!
It's not holy yet.
Watch what you possess!
Is this all you'll get?

And all those power plays,
To sweeten sour days,
To cherish and to forget,
When you watch what you possess.

What's your true effect?
Longing to affect.
Not that you effect,
Any true affect.

And all those bridges burned,
The moment that you turned,
Take a look at what you have left,
It's just what you possess,
But it's allin good reason,
A little bit at a time,
Don't tell them the sun won't shine, 'cause,
It won' shine for you.

And all that glitters may,
So faithfully remain,
But take a look at what you have left,
It's just what you possess,
But it's allin good reason,
A little bit at a time,
It's not that the sun won't shine, just,
It won't shine on you.
Track Name: Zarathustra
Can I hold your attention for the length of a sentence, or are you asleep?
It's increasingly desperate that I'm having to mention, the way that you weep.

Who made you this way?
Was it nature? Was it Nietzsche?
And those in the frame -
Do they hate you? Do they need you
To go when you want to...

There's an edge to step away from
And there's a ledge you shouldn't wait on
Breaking point remains an oblong,
The weakest voice says "stay strong,
and go where they want you, crawl into life,
In with the ones who dance all night."
Celia, it's getting serious.

Well, this theory relies on a clearing horizon, which no-one can promise.
For the wizened to wisen, the prison declines and paves a way to the solace.

Far out in the night,
Heaven meets a troubled creature.
Push hard and you might,
Find a way to discontinue.
and go when you want to, call it a life.

There's an edge to step away from
And there's a ledge you shouldn't wait on
Breaking point remains an oblong,
The weakest voice says "stay strong!"
And the patron saint of patience faints upon seeing this endurance.
The hand-me-downs are handed down with hollow reassurance.
but it's all
all
you've got
and it's all
all
used up.
You've got/used up, oh.

Who made you this way?
Was it nature? Was it Nietzsche?
There's an edge to step away from
And there's a ledge you shouldn't wait on
Breaking point remains an oblong,
The weakest voice says "stay strong,
and go where they want you, crawl into life,
In with the wrong dudes, that's alright!"
Celia, it's getting sillier.
And, Celia, it's getting serious.
Track Name: Bathetic Jealousy
Shot like a dart and it's broken your mind.
Will the evening find you okay?
Taken it hard and you open the blinds;
To a clear, blue day.

>This is a fallacy. This is pathetic.
>Who let the poets decide what's poetic?
>The sky won't cry because you and I have seen pain.
>(It's a shame.)

Fortune at last and it's kind and it's vast,
Stable-tide satisfaction sweeps by.
Ready for more and you
Step out the door to a dull, grey sky.

>This is a fallacy. This is pathetic.
>Who let the poets decide what's poetic?
>The sun won't come because you and I foresee fun.
>(Never has done.)

>Desolate fallacy, desperate, pathetic.
>Why do the poets confront our aesthetic?
>Our quandaries won't hold back the seas. It's a ruse.
>(Guess you lose.)

Oh. oh. Oh.
Track Name: Selfish
Selfish

Slower than the world and out of scope.
Straining for the energy to cope.
Pedal through a day to justify.
Penance is the way that we survive.

It's not who you are. It's the way your health is.
It's not who you are when they say you're selfish.

Look who's throwing rocks outside a window,
Look who's in a back seat breaking down.
Living in a box, a chided limbo.
Promising the world you'll come around.

All connections severing.
Introspection's a funny thing.
Giving was a concept once embraced.
These little dreams will have to wait.

Look who's throwing rocks outside a window,
Look who's in a back seat breaking down.
Living in a box, a childhood limbo,
Promising yourself you'll come around.
But it's getting colder in this slipstream,
Harder to control a rising tide.
Tangled metaphors don't say what this means.
As if the conscience wasn't heavy enough.

As if the conscience wasn't heavy enough.
As if being conscious wasn't heavy enough.