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New Future Imagined

by Deduction Of A Miscalculation

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The Wheel 00:27
Break it, crush it, burn it Into new dawn Break it, crush it, burn it No time to mourn Break it, crush it, burn it A new future shall be born From the ashes of the wheel
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A long way Away From mansions and money Bales of hay Clothes that sway Simple pleasures every day I was told that I could be something more Something better than before I thought it meant power, wealth and fame To strike admiration and awe with nothing but my name I had all that and I lost it all Into an abyss from where I heard a call Now the land and soil has become my gold Simple pleasures that cannot be sold A long way Away From mansions and money Bales of hay Clothes that sway Simple pleasures every day A long way Away From mansions and money Bales of hay Clothes that sway Simple pleasures every day
3.
Old Habits 02:27
Old habits are hard to kill It takes both patience and skill Unfortunately I have neither I am weak of will No more violence A promise that I broke We all get caught someday All that matters is by who You saw the man I once was That morning when you woke You know that I am sorry And that there’s nothing I can do I am who I am And man burdened by old habits I am who I am I cannot be chasing rabbits I am who I am A waste of time and flesh I am who I am Wanting but unable to start afresh Old habits are hard to kill It takes both patience and skill Unfortunately I have neither I am weak of will I am who I am And man burdened by old habits I am who I am I cannot be chasing rabbits I am who I am A waste of time and flesh I am who I am Wanting but unable to start afresh I am who I am And man burdened by old habits I am who I am I cannot be chasing rabbits I am who I am A waste of time and flesh I am who I am Wanting but unable to start afresh
4.
The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see Money this and money that I understand the ones who chose to squat The land of the free is not a land for the free You can breathe all the air you want for a fee I refuse to be One with all of you Your community Build with processed stew Yes I refuse To take part in your communion You chose to abuse Even each other in your union What good is unity when the ties are made of hate I cannot stand with you for the blood you drank and the flesh you ate The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see A humble home of wood, sweat and tears Something to treasure for many years To me and my family these trees are gold This is my pride until I die, hopefully old What good is unity when the ties are made of hate I cannot stand with you for the blood you drank and the flesh you ate The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see The home of the gentry is not a home for me A house of gilded cards just waiting to be toppled No the home of the gentry is not a home for me I will build my own house until a home is what I see
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Thief, beggar, banker, lie Thief, beggar, banker, die You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash Gainful employment but with blood on the cash Scum of society, a leech in a suit Rotten to the core with a heart made of stone The gold in your chest is covered in blood Sweet cries of desperation, the soundtrack to your pleasure Thief, beggar, banker, lie Thief, beggar, banker, die You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash Gainful employment but with blood on the cash From nine to five you abuse rich and poor Everyone deposits into your pocket involuntarily Steady payments, the green river flows But the dirt at the bottom is red Thief, beggar, banker, lie Thief, beggar, banker, die You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash Gainful employment but with blood on the cash Thief, beggar, banker, lie Thief, beggar, banker, die Thief, beggar, banker, lie Thief, beggar, banker, die You do your thing and I do mine, I take out the trash Gainful employment but with blood on the cash
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I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old Stone cold natural born killer No one could have foreseen this for the son of a miller And yet here I am to take away your life I draw with bloodlines, I kill both husband and wife I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old After an honest days labor I return home with nothing on my consciousness I’m not an evil man, no, I’ve merely have found my call I do what I do best and we all know that in the end No one are innocent No in the end, no one are innocent I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old I live for violence If it was legal to kill it would be on my license Blood money can pay bills as well as any other gold With me in town no one are sure to grow old I live for violence
7.
The Toolbox 04:16
I can dig through metals and rocks With the tools from my toolbox In the toolbox Tools of corruption In the toolbox Weapons of mass destruction In the toolbox Your corpse The tools of my trade Into earth you will be laid Look what I have made It’s a waste of time to be afraid I’ll tear through any brigade My tools are my blade No one can come to your aid No one can stop my crusade Like a grenade A tactical raid I break down your barricade Any hope of survival I disintegrate With my tools I sing a serenade As lives go into retrograde This escapade Annihilate your masquerade Your blood on my tools like marinade I drink it like lemonade For years I have surveyed Humanity in downgrade I will throw my shade Until everything has decayed Never again shall the train be delayed My message will be clearly conveyed Memories will fade Of landscapes green like jade The last song has been played The price for peace has been paid The options for a long time against each other I weighed And I ended up a renegade At home you should have stayed At the state of the world you should have been dismayed In the toolbox Tools of corruption In the toolbox Weapons of mass destruction In the toolbox Your corpse I have dug through metals and rocks With the tools from my toolbox
8.
I saw the holy city The new Jerusalem Coming down out of heaven from God Prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband Four walls A house A home A chamber for a heart A familiar voice calls My spouse Inside my dome For this we worked long and hard I saw the holy city The new Jerusalem Coming down out of heaven from God Prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband To build To build and become Owner Worthy of a dignified life The guilt Occasionally strikes me numb But I no longer live as a moaner I have my life, my son and my wife I saw the holy city The new Jerusalem Coming down out of heaven from God Prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband I saw the holy city The new Jerusalem Coming down out of heaven from God Prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband
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Gold from a chest cursed by greed That is what I’d always think that I need Blood has been spilled and must be given back Until then I will sail under banners black A drop of blood and a shot in the heart It took a while but I have finally played my part Your life now has come to a long awaited end A quick favor for an old friend
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Trying Again 01:56
I’d like for us to try again Maybe rekindle the lost we’d worked so hard to gain Estranged are we now, like water and fire What once was I threw at a pyre I didn’t mean to, I promise you that Please forgive me, please let’s have a chat I know and acknowledge that I am one of many stupid men But this is me trying again I was never a good man Nor a good father But like always I do what I can It’s not a lot and it is a bother But give me just another shot I promise that I will be a better friend Let’s go fishing, I know a good spot Please, let’s try again Again
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Moving pictures before my eyes Blinking lights from the skies The sound of the lake, so calm under the afternoon sun I breathe the air of my only one At last I can imagine a new future The old world is dying behind me A new breed will awake from the sunlight It shines so bright, I cannot see But I don’t need to Paradise is here in my imagination A new future imagined This, a wonderful sensation Unfinished business finished at last A die has landed after it years ago was cast A venomous rat buried in the snow A river of stinking blood begins to flow Endless summer in Mexico We sit upon a hill were we will one day be buried Watching the sunset This is is the first day of the rest of our lives The first of way too few, no eternity could ever be enough At last I can imagine a new future The old world is dying behind me A new breed will awake from the sunlight It shines so bright, I cannot see But I don’t need to Paradise is here in my imagination A new future imagined This, a wonderful sensation At last I can imagine a new future The old world is dying behind me A new breed will awake from the sunlight It shines so bright, I cannot see But I don’t need to Paradise is here in my imagination A new future imagined This, a powerful sensation

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The third and last (for now at least) in a series of tribute albums to wild stories, creepy encounters and an unforgettable world

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released September 16, 2022

Maxuxx and the rest of DOAM

Special thanks to:
Lauri Marttala (technical support)
Rob Nelson (inspiration)
Dan Houser (inspiration)
Michael Unsworth (inspiration)
Rupert Humphries (inspiration)
George Martin (inspiration)
Emilia Clarke (inspiration)
Johnny Depp (inspiration)
Geoffrey Rush (inspiration)
Phil Bozeman (inspiration)
Ezekiel (inspiration)

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A silly little piece of a heart, beating from the chest of Maxuxx, known from his vocal work in, among others, Ilumize, Helskov, Aback Taken, The Kali and more

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