Target Practice (feat. Kristoff Krane)
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[Verse 1: Kristoff Krane:]
Face to the window ‘ Back to the wall
Ink to the dry page ‘ Yield to the sign
Mummy in the casket Pharoah will evolve
Genie in the bottle ‘ Am I running out of time?
Lines in the sand ‘ Hands of my mime
Box that we make from the past we define
I don’t need a gunshot ‘ I just need a trigger (uh)
[Verse 2: Joe Horton:]
Finger to my chest ‘ Fell in love that way
Stuck until I broke it off
Samsara, find another heart to cross and make it soft
Karma is the shot and the target too
Darkened room gets illuminated soon as the eyes open
The market’s doomed
Heavy eyelids fed sedative diet, bred for compliance
Dead to rights, quick to deny it, make it hard to prove
Solutions shine elusive in the future
Thick behind the dust cover ‘ The suffering we’re used to
[Chorus:]
Krane: I don’t need a gunshot
Horton: I just need a target to hit
Krane: All I hear is gunshot [shot][shot]
I keep hearing gunshot [shot][shot]
[Verse 3: Joe Horton:]
Why does one man have more beds than he can sleep in?
Where’s the line between competition and preying on peoples’ weakness?
When did truth become a sequel?
What’s a starving mouth to say to the land that fed his family for generations then degraded to chemical sand?
How could a conscious mind find relief
When it’s come to believe that violence is a marker along the path to peace?
Why is advertisment good? Propaganda bad?
Insatiable desire ‘ painting lines inside my lonely head
[Verse 5: Kristoff Krane:]
Learned behavior, trance fix, robotic captain sinking ship
Limbic system, bored with primal impulse, cut the wire, trip an ego
Dominoe effect, letting go distorted breathe, less amused with my regret
More intuned mindfullness. The time it takes to think my way out of this empty
Feeling I will choose to fill my being with the beauty that consumes me
I ruined what confused me, became new, started being me by doing…every days my funeral
[Chorus]
[Verse 6: Joe Horton:]
Truth is simple ‘ No lines
Petals bloom ‘ Men’ll die
Metal tubes will fly into the sky and who knows what they’ll find
Satisfaction killed the cat
Bottle time ‘ This is that
I don’t need a gunshot
I just need a goal to chase
[Verse 7: Kristoff Krane:
Now I won’t say that I know the way, or how to mold the day
Or control the rain ‘ I just rode the train when I was told to say
So I fold and pray until I’m old and grey
So how much of my emotional state
Do I contribute to the things that I do?
Providing a sense of security, death to the purity
Guiding my higher brain through the maze
Every habit I blindly created when I was awake
Is a testament I use as evidence to support changes
That I make in my life to see order in chaos and accept the pain
[Chorus]
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