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Ben Paf

Nostalgia

Try to remember things the way they were. The radio static, the cracking of
the spine as you dig into your next favorite book- which youve long
forgotten all about. Remember the peace of your home, your family always
together, and cheerful. Remember your old friends, the ones youd climb a
tree with, swing with, whos break into laughter with you when you all made
mischief. Remember the curiosity you once had, about the trees, the sky,
that one mysterious neighbor. Remember how you loved to jump in the rain
puddle, with not a care in the world. Reminisce. And when youre done, youll
find yourself wondering if youre really glad you grew up.

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I used to think I was the most liberal guy I would know

Respecting and defending the rights
I realized there were more than heterosexual whites
I accepted the transgender and pansexual
All the races all the sexes all the faiths people believe in
But Im tired of the screaming
Go homo or go home
Thats just one example
By excluding those who excluded you
You become the oppressors too
I agree the minorities need to get some more respect
But we arent bees in a hive, were not insects
Following everyones lead isnt the way
No more everybody straight or everybody gay
And eventually well all just stop and realize were all okay
And not be so sensitive, not take everything as racist or otherwise prejudiced
And I look forward to that day
My fuel is necessity
But Im not free of complexity
I was running around the city
But now I rule the town
I got my crown
But no princess
Cause we gotta dress to impress
Pave the road to our own success
Stop livin of the excess
And I find I must digress
Weve all regressed

To simplicity
Weve accepted our domesticity
But I
I havent forgotten our ethnicity
Now Im not just talking about race
Its not just the color of the skin on your face
Cause theres the place
Where you were born
And theres the case
Of families torn
The lack of money you embrace
That haunting past you cant erase
But we think thats all a disgrace
So we keep to ourselves
But Im tired of staring at store shelves
The brand names and marketing schemes
Ripping up our seams
Were in a world of just extremes
Good and bad defined by the teams
Were suckered by our dreams
To get the stuf seeked on the streets
Buy video games so we can laze in our seats
While realitys digging into us like metal cleats
So instead of dying in your sleep, get your receipts
And defeat the elites up in their fancy suites
Sucking out our money like theyre sucking on sweets
Cause you may want Dre Beats but Ill stick to my beats
We all have our own minds, were not just repeats

So throw away the monetary dependence

And work on climbing over the fence
To yourself

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When Time Stands Slow

I could sing about the high times

I could sing about the low
But baby when Im with you even I dont seem to know

Cause when Im standing with you its like time is standing slow
Cause you dont get me high but girl you sure dont get me low

Now we may have our issues but Im sure everyone does

But thats no way to end things that will not be our because

A hundred tunes, a thousand moons

Is what I sent to you
Im sure Ill get my thank you card
Im sure Ill get it soon

It may be a crime
Hell it might be a sin
But one thing I can promise you I wont see you again

I tried to make it work

But my mind cant take the torque
I may have tried to bend my ends but in the end I broke

A hundred tunes, a thousand moons

Is what I sent to you
But I dont want your silver Ill eat from my copper spoon

You thought you were above me and

Maybe youre right

But in the end I cant comprehend

Why I put up a fight

A hundred tunes, a thousand moons

Is what I sent to you
But I wont give apologies though we both deserve a few

A hundred tunes
A thousand moons
Is all
I sent
To you

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Beliefs (Introduction + First Verse)

Faith breathes life into misconceptions dreamed up by our imagination
Look at anagramical relations between diferent thoughts which we defy
With consonants not constant we see a sword become words
We used to believe the world revolved around the Earth
Now people think it runs around themselves, geocentric to egocentric
Sinning provides Hell, yet to be evil is to live
I envy the Devil for at least he had lived

Moms cant mend individuality, killed by net of Ten Commandments

Im not saying every belief is made for killing curiosity
But surely you can see some take it too far

Faith is like air, all that any pious believer breathes

Life with holy water in arms they intravenously pump into
Misconceptions keep them healthy, protected by deities which were dreamed
Up in skies they look for signs to live by
Our pity combines with envy at endless belief in imagination

Is endless devotion what I want to like?

Air flows like our beliefs, enveloping us all
That being said, we wont have just any
Pious thoughts changed me, once leader, now believer

Endless streaming thoughts pertaining to devotion

What is it, what am I?
Want what this path leads to?

Streaming into your thoughts

Pertaining, but what to?

Is love maybe it?

Am I, am I?

What truth justifies this?

Path followers, love leads

Flows onward, all you dont like

Our fear revives our dying beliefs
Enveloping our souls, all of us

Onward goes us all

You float, yet dont

Fear is what revives

Our family thats dying

Our supposedly immortal souls

All were afraid of

Being dead is final, it said

We go to Heaven- sinners wont
Have you learned thats not just?

Dead, our respect is

Final wishes resurrect it

Go with gratitude to
Heaven full of sinners

You cant have learned

Thats something to not

Thoughts may over decades have changed

Me, Ive only had epiphany once
Leaders are filled with silence now

May somebody come over

Decades passed, many have

Ive defied logic only

Had an early epiphany

Are our brains filled

With truth, or silence?

With an answer a man can become holy

Water weathering homes we have made lives in
Arms outstretched, some new leaders, or are they?
Intravenously insert doubt, dont use an air pump

An illogical guess is no answer

A joke, only followed by man
Can there be something to become?

Illogical minds only guess

Is belief truth? No.

Joke about it only,

Followed and lived by

There has to be
Something to look to

Weathering faith seeps into many homes

We surrender all that we have
Made vulnerable by loss of lives

Faith, falsehood, continuously seeps

Into belief amongst many

Surrender some, not all

That makes us, we

Vulnerable believers overcome by

Loss theyre guilty of

Outstretched minds shatter, but only some

New Age thinkers will become leaders
Or they are all we are

Minds being to shatter

But old thinkers only

Age doesnt matter, thinkers

Will start to become

They are, we are

All them, and we

Insert the science, inspire little doubt

Dont blindly follow systems, dont use
An ancient religion hollower than air

The truth becomes science

Inspire, opposition is little

Blindly they still follow

Systems which we dont

Ancient as their religion,

Hollower still beliefs then

Keep your scopes pointed directly at them

Healthy thinkers must survive, others wont be protected
By sticking to their ways, they have deities
Which died millennia before, mortal as they were

Your success increases our governments scopes

Pointed with defiance, your hatred directed
Only towards beliefs youre angry at

Success, happiness still increases

Our propertys our governments

With only little defiance

Your mind lacks hatred

Towards those old beliefs

Youre still feeling angry

Thinkers become drones, for people must

Survive the culling, embraced by others
Wont you still watch, laugh, be?

Become ignorant of drones

Because we are people

The science brings culling

Embraced and lived by

You fake it still

Watch their last laugh

Sticking together, with no chance to

Their morals making new, diferent ways
They say acceptances what you have

Together, but nothing with

No luck, no chance

Morals have them making

New sacrifices, never diferent

Say quietly that acceptances

What is for you

Died without hope, unlike distant millennia

Before they believed, after, just mortal
As cruel, heartless, murderous as they

Without fear, no hope

Unlike near and distant

They may have believed

After death was just

Cruel was good, heartless,

Murderous, virtues seen as

In desperation, I searched inside the old skies

They spoke to me, started to say Look-
For that was their nature- no answer, signs
To me, it was no way to live

Desperation brought them to where I

Searched, but instead they looked inside
The new was replacing all old

Brought in by them
To answer our where?

But nothing was instead

They tried, they looked

New generational mindset was

All about destroying old

Spoke plainly when some began to

Me, I could never get started
To me, too much to say

Plainly they left when

Some stated it began

I think we could
Never our equality get

Me, I saw too

Much old, beginning to

That lied, it said knowledge was

Their key inside our human nature
No questions leave us no answers!

Lied, but did it?

Said dont believe knowledge

Key to our inside

Our curiosity is human!

Questions will never leave

Us, not ever, no

Me, I would think about it

Was it possible the right-? No.
Way too late for it to.

I decided I would
Think, but what about?

It may just possibly

Be not a right

Too little, too late

For I abandoned it

Pity would not end in me in combines

With assurance comes doubt, no need for envy
At least, science could seem to be endless
Belief in that, after all, is forced in

Would believing in a god not

End my life? What is in
Me, making these questions come in?

Believing theres something in

A book, called God

My brand new life

What wonder there is

Making me create these

Questions; answers never come

Assurance in time, it never comes

Doubt equally as strong with- no
Need what I am fighting for

In doubt comes time

It stops, only never

Equally, but never as

Strong as its with

What even am I?
Am I really fighting?

Least amount of efort brings science

Could it be laziness? It seem
To be somewhat plausible to be

Amount nothing short of

Efort that it brings

It seems to be
Laziness that breeds it

Be arrogant, just somewhat

Plausible, it has to

In excess of all that,

After all my thought, it all
Is just new beliefs made forced

Excess reeks only of

All our trash of

All that all my

Thought brought is it

Just endless, infinite new

Beliefs to be made