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The episode 'Strike Continues' is a poetic and musical exploration of duality, identity, chaos, and spiritual awakening through tarot symbolism and cosmic imagery. It features interconnected songs and reflections on the complexities of human relationships and the search for truth and connection.
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Browse era →>> Two candles, one red, one black. We lit both and laughed at the pact. Mirror cracked, cards on the floor. Who's who, you ask? I'm not sure anymore. You called me devil, I played the part. Charming grin, soul for heart. You danced in chaos, barefoot
bride. I thought I'd let you, thought you'd hide. But baby, joke's on both of us. You're free to love, I'm free to lust, and somewhere between the flame and fool, we swapped crowns when the moon went full. I'm the fool in red, you're the devil >> >> in gold. Trading
sins like secrets. >> >> We sold you the fool, the leash and pull the chain. We both laughed while we went insane. Maybe we're both devils, maybe we're both divine. >> >> Just two mirrors playing yours or mine. >>
>> You said psychic, you're wicked. I said beta, you're kind. But kindness can kill when it's sharpened by time. You wear your chaos like perfume, I drink my pride like wine. Maybe the real joke's
that the devil's benign. In tarot, the fool steps first off cliffs without fear. The devil binds with the fool released, and both whisper, "Come here." Tie me down with laughter, chain >> me up with grace. >> Kiss me
till I forget which mask is my face.
I'm the fool pretending >> >> to be cruel. You're the devil breaking every rule. >> We trade halos >> under flashing lights, two cosmic jesters starting fights. Maybe we're cursed, maybe we're free. The joke's on you, the
joke's on me.
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>> Shuffle the deck, deal one more round. The devil trips, the fool wears the crown. No moral here, no clean divide. We're just reflections that switch sides.
I only spoke when I want to. Say yeah.
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>> I woke up with a bleeding dawn. Eyes full of static and flame. >> >> Pulled on my jeans like armor. Whispered my spirit's name. Stepped out into a world on edge.
>> Neon prophets on parade. >> But the sun cracked open the matrix, and all my ghosts began to fade. Hello, hello. Transmission clear through the undertow. I'm feeling alive >> >> floating in my veins.
>> >> I'm feeling alive again. I do pleasure through pain. >> >> The signals passing in the wires. Souls awake, the >> >> body's fire. >> >> I'm feeling alive
alive again. Alive again. You drive that chaos like a god. Turn the wheel and warp the air. Every glance a sacred fraud, every breath a dare. We park beneath a watching moon. Stars
align, they hum our tune. The night unfolds to silver skin. We fall right through and start again. Hello hello. Reality bends. I let it go. I'm feeling alive again. Caught between worlds.
Alive again. Beneath your spell. I'm feeling alive >> >> again. The void can't wait. I'm feeling alive >> >> again. The heart won't break. Your touch is static, divine, obscene.
We're both the dream and the machine. Time dissolves in the shimmer of skin. Say my name. And I'll begin. >>
>> I'm feeling alive again. >> >> Through your eyes. >> >> Alive again. No more disguise. >>
>> Ooh. Hello hello. >> >> Cosmic pulse, it's time to go. >> >> Alive again. >> >> Alive again.
All I ever wanted was a spark, not a throne. All I ever needed was a light to call my own. All I ever dreamed was someone >> >> new here. The voice in the dark say, "You
belong here." All I ever wanted was truth in the static, a little bit of real in the world so dramatic. Kept my calm while the crowd threw stones, built my home in the echoes and bones. All I ever wanted was a mirror that saw me, not the myth or the mask they all keep drawing. The carnival's coming, but this time it's bright, filled with
misfits who learned to love the night. I've been chained by my own reflection, but I burned those ropes, divine insurrection. Now I move clean through chaos and shatter gold from the madness, that's how alchemists matter. All I ever wanted was a spark, not a throne. All I ever needed was a
light to call my own. All I ever dreamed was someone new here. >> >> The voice in dark say, "You belong here." All I ever wanted was to flip the script from curse your name to bless your gift. They laughed when I
fell, but I danced in the dirt. Every scar I got just rewrote my worth. All I ever wanted was to free my fear. To turn my pain into something clear. Now I bleed art, not war or hate. I make heaven from the mess they make. We are averse prophets while you stand weird, screaming our truths for the world to hear. Not broken, just
beautifully bent. The choir of chaos that heaven sent. >> >> All we ever wanted was a shot in the dark. All we ever needed was to follow that spark. All we ever dreamed was someone
to care. Now the whole damn world's awake out there. As the lights flicker, a figure rises from the glow. Could it be a god or just another fool with hope in his chest?
Either way, he's live on stream, and the show's just begun. >>
>> You and ghosts with your halo down. Airplane mode, I felt it in my skin. So, I was sin like designer clothes. And let a stranger's body keep me warm. You know the spark, you know the gun. >>
>> You pull the string, I come undone. You say you love to watch me burn. Baby, pain's the only thing we've learned. Not to be celestial, but the way you left was biblical. So, I did something ritual cuz grief and me is cyclical. I might have sent a picture from a motel bed just to haunt
your goddamn head. I knew you craved the chaos I felt cuz love like ours ain't never dead. Not to be divine, but I love you. >> >> Even when I want to curse you. I can never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you.
Don't call it lust, it's resurrection. Don't call it rage, it's recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. This sin was born from your reflection. We trade halos for horns, it's fair. Every wound you gave, I'll wear.
We'd say time's been the villain's muse. But damn it, I still want to lose. Not to be celestial, but you made my pain perpetual. So, I did something sexual just to feel conceptual. I might have sent that photo from a stranger's lap just to prove that I still care. You'd fall apart cuz you know it's true. No one sins the way I
do. Not to be divine, but I love you. Even when I want to curse you. I can never rise above you. But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it lust, it's resurrection.
Don't call it rage, it's recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. >> >> This sin was born from your reflection. You can't destroy >> >> what's already broken. You can't forgive what was never spoken.
Every scar, a holy mark. Every kiss, another spark. Not to be divine, but I love you. Even when I want to curse you. I can never rise above you. >>
>> But I'm under him tonight to hurt you. Don't call it lust, it's resurrection. >> >> Don't call it rage, it's recollection. Not to be divine, but I love you. This sin was born from your reflection. Not to be divine.
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