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Chapter 1: Born to Burn
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See it rising through the day.
Far from us but close to home,
casting shadows.
Feel the warmth from distant rays,
these dying waves.
Born to burn, the light shines down as
life is torn to the end of the world.
It fuels the way for us to see,
slowly sinders what we need.
And a God is born in controversy.
Born to burn, the light shines down as
life is torn to the end of the world.
Soaking in a death machine,
dissolving all the everything.
Born to burn, the light shines down as
life is torn to the end of the world.
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Chapter 2: The Other
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Echo the story in your own words.
Play back familiarity in your voice.
I soak up everything you say right under my skin.
Too much of you feels like me.
Release this energy from me.
The other me on the other side of the room.
The other me as the other feels it's too soon.
Weighted, I need to shed some of your darkness off.
My heart is panged as you describe the wounds of your life.
Emotions tie themselves into knots I cling to.
A heavy burden etched in me
and hidden secrets are never free.
Your voice in my thoughts stick to me.
Speak my mind, I believed in you.
The other me on the other side of the room.
The other me as the other feels it's too soon.
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Chapter 4: In Every Cell
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Chapter 5: Corridors
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Follow me from a guided light
that narrows down these corridors I see.
Come to me through shorter days.
The same throughout, routinely makes the break.
Confine me through the open of my mind
and hold me down into silence.
What am I outside of the voice of what I'm used to?
Predictable with a blind fold on.
Know the way with little room to breathe.
With the safety on, I won't go far.
No "could have beens" or "what if" I change route.
Confine me through the open of my mind
and hold me down into silence.
What am I outside of the voice of what I'm used to?
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The only thing I've known,
I'm not meant for this.
I'm walking in circles,
cracked egg shells under feet.
The mind slowly crumbles,
living for no change.
And I'm stuck knowing my pulse
continues the beating.
Prisoner of thought.
An automatic sign
taken as a fact.
Why question my own mind,
the noose I believe,
when everything feels sane
and pain proves me right?
So I'm stuck knowing my heart
skips to the punch line.
Prisoner of thought.
My beliefs leave me hanging.
Prisoner of thought.
My beliefs leave me hanging.
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Chapter 7: Take it Back
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Stuck and the water seems to take
a lap backwards,
but it's impossible to stop,
it has to keep on moving
no matter how it seems so still and damned,
no matter how hard it pushes back.
Move forward now,
make nothing become
the seeds we plant for the life we grow,
and take it back.
Take it back.
Rage, splash against the tide,
a ripple effect,
and when the waves come crashing through
it leaves a space for clarity,
a river wide enough to face its fears,
a river brave enough to go with the flow.
Move forward now,
make nothing become
the seeds we plant for the life we grow,
and take it back.
Take it back.
Living in balance of
a nightmare to a dream.
In search of middle ground
and moving toward what it means.
Move forward now,
make nothing become
the seeds we plant for the life we grow,
and take it back.
Take it back.
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Chapter 8: Freedom
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So close, I feel you, I hear you, can't see you.
My expectation's contradict where I am,
my motivation's burning out the flame that guides my light.
And everything inside screaming to be out,
but something's telling me it's not my night.
Working for the freedom.
Working for the freedom.
Working for the freedom.
What do I have to do?
So close, you promised, you swore, yet not here.
My patience wearing thin, the lies that I've been told.
My future hanging in the balance of what someone else decides.
"Just wait another day" but shit that's getting old.
I'd rather hold my breath and see how long it takes.
Working for the freedom.
Working for the freedom.
Working for the freedom.
What do I have to do?
Freedom's where my mind thinks it is.
Freedom's just a voice telling me what I need to hear.
So close.
Working for the freedom.
Working for the freedom.
Working for the freedom.
What do I have to do?
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Chapter 9: In Search Of
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What if I could be the board
instead of the pieces of this game?
Observe the moves at play instead
of playing against myself?
Trying to find a way to win
against my own piece of mind.
Always in a stale mate every time
I make my next move.
Allow it to unfold and be the one who holds
the thoughts and the feelings that try so hard to take hold.
Disengage the play to see how
it could relate to all of this.
Allow myself to see my mind instead
of react to this mess.
Allow it to unfold and be the one who holds
the thoughts and the feelings that try so hard to take hold.
I patiently
wait for my
time to breathe
a self defused
from anger, pain,
sadness, fear.
No doubt or hate,
guilt or shame.
I patiently
wait for my
time to breathe
a self defused
from anger, pain,
sadness, fear.
No doubt or hate,
guilt or shame.
Detach unwind a self removed.
A self remove.
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I turn the day without you,
do I trust myself?
Whatever thing's inside overcome.
A weakened strength within me,
a lack of confidence but the time is now.
This could be the last time I see you,
I think I have found my way.
No until we meet again,
this is the end.
This is the end.
A secret kept between us,
but did you ever know I wanted more than ever to be alone?
Recovered from the decades
of dying in the sand,
the hours lose themselves.
This could be the last time I see you,
I think I have found my way.
No until we meet again,
this is the end.
This is the end.
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Dede Booth Boston, Massachusetts
Dede Booth is a Boston-based drummer turned multi-instrumentalist who writes about the human condition through prog/post/art
rock sounds
"Booth's ability to convey complex narratives through music is a testament to her artistry." (Prog Sphere)
"A talented musician." (Strutter)
“A one woman tour-de-force.” (The Metronome)
“Irresistibly compelling.” (Progression)
“Ineffably moving.” (The Noise)
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