
"Three" Seconds Before Awakening's new release has 3 ambient tracks with a run time of 72 minutes. You can d/l the mp3's at http://secondsbeforeawakening.com/dreamscapes.html
Tracklist:
1. Three 1
2. Three 2
3. Three 3
it takes two people to start a revolution...one person crazy enough to mention it and one person crazy enough to listen.

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Every night I dream I can save the world from it's self
Every day the harsh reality sets in
The war, the oil, the diamonds, the famine
They feast on profit
The money green with blood
Drunk with power soldiers of a unseen war
Death only a truth to those have seen it up close
Fear is more than a word, its way of life
Cut from the landscape the river swells with blood
Soil covers the life that has past by in a 15 second sound bite
Struggling to survive as the price of a barrel is gouged
Prime real estate top dollar foreclosed and the markets swing
With open eyes one can see the bottom
The unfortunate situation is no one is looking in the right direction
Every day another wasted life turns into another wasted day
Last days of innocence forgotten under the unpure

"the lifting of the veil" the new CD by synthetic mind decay is coming soon it can be downloaded for free at http://www.syntheticminddecay.com/musicSo in this world of believers and those who fail to question I bring you my words, the words of a dreamer, a nonbeliever. While you sleep and dream about your daily conflicts that you couldn't bare to witness during the day, here I am typing some random thoughts that are keeping me from dealing with my unsolved conflicts.
A dreamer on top of a building claiming he can fly without wings, feathers or a tail looks down upon witnesses that talk about how confused and delusional he is. They whisper and point calls made to the proper authorities who try to convince this man, this dreamer that his dreams are not real. They smash his hopes to feel free to fly, to feel the wind on his skin, to see the world as you or I will never see. Above the clouds along the tree tops above the smog and tasting freedom in flight.
Now that the dream is over those who fail to question and just believe what they have been told start to ask this man questions..."why? What makes you think that you could fly? You have no feathers you have no wings and we see no tail what makes you think you can fly?" they ask.
"I am a dreamer" the man speaks in a soft but, confident voice. "So, in your dreams you can fly...what makes you think you can fly in the real world?" the doctors ask. "Can you prove I am not sleeping?" he asked. The team of doctors looked at each other confused and walked outside the room. One walked back in and says to the man "you are suffering from delusions, which could become dangerous to you or someone else...I am sorry but we are going to have to keep you here for further observations".
Certainly the above is not based on any true story that I am aware of...but, who is to say that a story like it has not ever happened? My point is that if there were no dreamers what chances would any of use ever take? I find it amusing that it would take a few doctors to analyze this man and they would all probably label him as insane and unfit to walk around in public. Really, imagine if you will, if he said he had an imaginary friend...they would lock him up and throw away the key, correct? but think for one minute...no really stop reading this for a minute but before you do, think about this... people every day talk to someone that is not there...asking for a blessing, asking for forgiveness, asking to bring the boys back home, asking for world peace, asking for strength, asking for health in time of sickness, asking for power to overcome fears, asking for the right person to walk through the door, asking for money to put food on the table...yet, someone with a dream to fly or someone who has an imaginary friend are the people who are questioned and held for further tests. I dunno but it seems to me if you are going to question one thing why not question all things?
You can believe what you want...and I will do the same. But one thing I will ask if you are still reading this...why don't you just believe in yourself? You hold all what you are asking for. You are the one who holds the key. The door is in front of you, for you to open...are you afraid of what is behind the door? Are you afraid of the answers to the question you really want to ask? It’s ass 30 in the morning and I am typing this for you to read...I hope you get something out of it.
I probably question too much. I should just accept what is and move forward...for me I see the good and bad of every situation. Question everything...
did you think about it? Well you can stop thinking now...I’ll think for you. Oh wait the government will think for you...just remember to obey them since they are the ones you voted into office. You are the one who gave them control over how you will live your life...oh wait the politician you voted for lost...you don't agree this person’s politics at all do you?
So what do you think the percentage of dreamers to doers to leaders to followers are in this world? Why is this world so scornful to people who think different from the norm? Would this be a better world if everyone thought exactly like you? And if your answer is no. maybe there is something you should correct in your life...if you said yes what a boring world this would be!
Wait...I said to stop thinking... no need to answer the above questions...
OK it's almost twice o'clock in the morn...maybe I should get some sleep...maybe I should ask you for some help to sleep...you never know, you might be a dog or something...
well, the revolution has begun if you came this far...spread the word...believe in yourself and have fun, life isn't easy but you could at least walk around with a smile...
the darkness beneath the veil
the scars are the lies
frightened skin turns pale.
the shutter of light now off in the distance
quickly covers the sky
entombs our existence.
their knees, bruised and battered
lifting of the veil
darkness of their world, now shattered.
with no one to listen the emptiness can echo
the last known life under ashes
rise above and continue to grow...
Who wipes the tears away when you cry?
Who holds your hand when you are scared?
Who listens when you have something to say?
Who watches your back when you aren’t looking?
Who do you run to when you get back home?
Who waits up when you get home late?
Who cares for you when you aren’t feeling well?
Who makes you smile when you are sad?
Who kisses you before you go to sleep?
Who is next to you when it’s time to get up?
Who is it that you trust and tell your secrets?
Who do you call to tell the good news?
Who is it right now that wants to hug you?
If the “who” is all the same person you are probably rich with life. Share your wealth... life is to short to be by yourself. May all your dreams come true…
I stare into your eyes, but you refuse to see me
Behind your so called disguise, your filth consumes me
Wrapped up in a world of sorrow and so scared to let go
As you drown me without love and this darkness starts to glow.
Sitting on the outside, looking in, facing my paranoia
Slowly fading with each passing moment
My pain is buried below in my roots deep down inside
Away from this window I can’t find a place to hide.
Empty stares and fading smiles
An empty glass full of denial
Drifting away sitting so still
Each dying leaf is my will.
I’m finding it difficult to follow all these seasons
Scared from not knowing the difference of right and wrong
What should I dine on tonight? This night is dragging taking to long
As I fade oh so slowly I try to stare you back
A room with a view yet I’m stuck in this unforgiving trap
In my world piece by piece swimming thru this shit
Looking around, and I’m puzzled that these pieces don’t fit
This empty glass still full of denial
Wind is cold the cause of this chill
Each dying leaf rests on the window sill.
Lying down on the floor crying you won’t hear no more
Trying to escape but I’m enclosed behind this closed door
Quilt of inner treason sorrow hides the guilt and the reasons
It will scar it won’t heal I just finished my last meal
May your ring of gold certified with a kiss drag you through the bottom of hell that you brought upon your children. YOU are weak old and frail. Your head on a stick bring to me so I can impale, your faith, your weakness, your shame. Money can't buy you time and money doesn't bring you home.
Sheep they are and you ARE the shepherd that leads the flock to slaughter...blood spilt and a bucket of soap to clean, the dirt and dust swept under the carpet you are. Downward you lean and yet I am the one who is questioned. I am wrong. I am the devil. I am the wrecker of this great society that you turn your fuckin back on!!! Yet, it is me; I am the demise of all that was good!!!! FUCK YOU for you have no shame turn your back and walk away. Blood dries and chips away. Scabs burn and scar and taste the shame. Die just fade away...die and let innocence rain with new life. Die and let the world breathe again. Die and let the free not sacrifice their love. Die you won't make it home. Your gold is tarnished from millions of wishes and kisses. Die knowing that you turned your back. Die let your heart burst in flame. Die and let the world never forget your pain...die
©2005
I want to live in a world that you fear,
Not blind to my visions of vanishing faces that won't disappear.
The world in which there are two way streets,
A world were your selfish needs don't always repeat.
I want to dream of more than a home,
That won't leave me; leave me burnt, tired, drowning and alone.
Where trees are the forest that shadow me from a burning sun,
Not the monsters leaning over youth tearing away at life's fun
Same streets hold the same faces
Same town always the same places
Room by room and face each face
Day by day, gone without a trace
A one way street has brought me back,
Were fires burn can't escape but I am not trapped.
Close my eyes stare at my soul,
Like wind swept papers blowing out of control.
I want to live in a world were you don't exist
A world were one could resist.
I want to wake up and put aside all my temptations,
Wake up without all my frustrations.
I want to walk on streets paved in both directions,
Walk into a world without speculations.
I want to eat without poisoning my brain,
Swallow life's greatness without the pain.
I want to sleep in a world were I don’t have to lock my door,
Sleep in a bed in a world I could explore.
I want to live in a world that you fear,
A world where its one way streets will just disappear
©2005
©2005
So if the blue kangaroo jumps thru the back house and let's the deer and the antelope play who will drive the bus full of penguins on this cool spring night? The rustle of the leaves a snake finds its prey. Under the skin of the dying world an owl watches the night. Who is the one who is restless and fascinated by life? Water from a creek washes away the silence caused by the lack of a breeze stalled by a front that can not pass. Still the air reflects a carbon copy of a shadow. The moon guards the cheese from the mice stalked, a unique part of the food chain. Morning soon will break and the pace will always continue.
©2005
listen
look
cherish
buy
stop
go
under
control
sit
drop
roll
combust
fire
burn
water
wake
dream
ice cold
taste
sour
rolled
slaw
jaw
quake
bake
drive
rain
insane
trust
must
gone
live
life
question
a mark
on the window
see
pain
have it stain
crush
soul
eyes
see
house
hat
rack
pair
sun
shades
wisdom
gone
night
moon shines
flowers sleep
we dream
a world
for all
to live life
sunrise
river
flows
blood
cut
bandage
life
bleeds
feed
cold
starve
heat
melt
die
dry
pain
cry
over
now
bye
©2005
So I sit here alone the darkness stares me straight in the eyes.
Peace I found and over my shoulder my shadow stares at me.
I stare back but I can only see the blackness of the ghost who I once was.
Yet the air lingers and consumes me with its hollow being.
I struggle to stand, but soon I realize I shall sit to see the world around me.
I question the thoughts that echo outside my true self, can you hear me?
I call out can you tame the wolf that treads near me. Still I stare and the darkness that is my home.
I follow until my path has expired. Save me, hold me; be me, so I can leave.
My window is now open so I escape through the night; don't wait for me I will not return,
I am young and I am free I will tear your control over me. I can step forward and release me from my hell.
Thank you for not caring to share the drink from my well. I can see and I can see those lies beneath, Still I walk a step at a time for all to see. You can’t stop me I am ahead and I will not fail, You put your trust in to me and now it's gone the flower that flourished in the winter’s morn.
I am here and you are gone but no regrets and I am true, true to myself to my whole entire self.
You let yourself down by shutting me out, so I walk 2 steps ahead and leave you behind and I can not look back.
I’m sorry to say this but you cant take me down, I wont be alone and I have what counts. My corner is full of life, Not the hell that we had, thanked you for your pain the tears that hid deep inside.
So 'ill forget your taste and my thoughts will become a waste, as you can feel me now with all my control I can only wish you happiness, and for you to prevail, your next generation you can pass along and keep from being so frail.
We did not fail, but we didn't succeed. Thank you for your time and for your help I am strong and I will never hang my head in shame again
Thank you for you love and fun thru the years but now we are gone and the feelings have just disappeared.