Weapons Of OrionWet Dreams
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A driving piano rhythm takes centre stage in this track to propel a melodic and hypnotic 8-string guitar backing that you want to close your eyes to while sipping a neat scotch...and just when you're about to drift off into another dimension, an intricate guitar tapping solo brings you back into the present followed by some solid rock guitar solo action and soaring lyrics.

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This song explores the human psyche as one grows from insecurity and unbalance, reflecting on their fuck-ups and life experiences, challenged by their own neuroses, and some drug experimentation, to becoming a self realized being.
I never look in the mirror, for fear I'll see right through
Still stuck on the other side, I'm lying through my teeth
When everyone all around me, reflections of my former self
All full of fear and self loathing, there lips move but there is no sound

Push on through to the real you, the pieces fallen through the cracks
The shattered fragments, lies that surround you, death by a thousand cuts

Fires always wild, destiny's child
The stumps of a once great forest, ghosts of a greater past
Reaching up to the sky, slightly beyond my grasp
I'm Growing into this brand new skin
How long the memories last, hanging by the past
How short lived the memories for the pain
It's time to awaken, break the glass, escape the rear view and begin anew

I never drink the water, the glass half empty
Their dark hearts full of fear, locked up with no imagination

These hallucinogenic rantings, fucking with the peace and quiet
There's no escaping from reality
If I've said it once, it's a 1000 times
All these outspoken pantomimes
They gesture with such meaning, their silence is the crime. If only I could just read minds
My life is a funhouse, I'm surrounded on all sides
The wicked laughter, I'm screaming to myself
Were those conversations real, did I push my mind too hard
fractals of broken thought, tripping up my sense of time

Evolutions not a choice, intelligence is not designed
You've got to work to free your mind, and the spirit will follow x
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