Hue of Man (part one)

by Left of Logic

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released 21 September 2013

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Track Name: Subconscious
I’m content with being weary
Taking everything I see
Through this filter life is fleeting
Wonder what the point could be

Feels so good

Ticking time-bomb my subconscious
Counting down the endless days
When it comes I must be ready
Make the choice to pave the way

Feels so right
Track Name: What Comes Next
Running around with sticks and stones trying to break my bones
Stumbling through the empty room behind my eyelids
Reading between the lines of white picket fences
Soaring to greater heights don’t look down

So many creatures a million procedures to meet the end
Diverting the course to a stable source can you imagine
Feelings of great remorse never made me feel better
Making the same mistake is even worse

Taking my time to feel out what comes next
Because I don’t know the answer yet
If I try too hard to open up my eyes
I’ll never wake up

Running around with sticks and stones trying to break my bones
Stumbling through the empty room behind my eyelids
Reading between the lines of white picket fences
Soaring to greater heights don’t look down

Taking my time to feel out what comes next
Because I don’t know the answer yet
If I try too hard to open up my eyes
I’ll never wake up

Taking my time to feel out what comes next( (6x)
What comes next
Tell me what comes next
Track Name: What You Have Done
All this time
Wool has covered my eyes
My world is sound
You have brought it’s demise

And you will see
This side of me
And it will be
Catastrophe

And you will know
By the moves that I make
And you will know
By the grooves that I take

And you will see
This side of me
And it will be
Catastrophe

Oh this will be
I swear it’ll be
This will be

Cries of coincidence
Bugbite screams
To scratch ‘til it bleeds
But don’t look back
At the ine that’s cracked
No one can know it’s there

And you will feel
By the words of my choice
And you will feel
By my timbre of voice

And you will see
This side of me
And it will be
Catastrhophe

Oh you have seen
You have felt
You have known
What you have done