Terminal Commuter

by Minotaur Project

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released June 19, 2016

Enormous thanks, and a big up to the following:

Nico from NOEIN for the feedback, ideas and guitar tracks
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Seku Ouane for the Minotaur drawings
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Minotaur Project Strasbourg, France

Minotaur Project is the musical journey of french-hungarian bassist/composer Matt Gabnai, writing fusion-metal music with a wide variety of classical and jazz influences, often themed on literature, mythology, movies, or his own experiences.

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Track Name: Terminal Commuter
TERMINAL COMMUTER
Written, played and recorded by
Matt Gabnai / Minotaur Project


INTRO
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Confused and futile we all are born flawed but
When losing everything and run out of time we stand up



VERSE
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Benighted distance slowly clears the landscape
I am driven to this new day ahead
Deep within, my demons wait, they know me well
From below they grow right over my head



BRIDGE
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Confused and futile we all are born flawed
You powerless witness, "Now where is your God?"



VERSE
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I'm on the edge and now I'm pushing further
How can I question this order all around?
And my vessel, this speedball of a casket whispers
His laughter leads to my demise
"Now where is your God?"



CHORUS
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What is a bigger trial than watch your hero crawl
Witness him struggle with his ultimate transformation
Hopelessly stand by and wait on mechanical shutdown
This voice of hypocrisy says this all was meant to be



VERSE
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And now that you are gone
I thought I learned to live

Without sentiment
Just have to win a day
All to give with nothing left,
We're all less here without you
I don't wanna go on

Losing myself, inner absence
To this world I can't hold on

Skeletal spirit calls
Take one more step towards
All is broken
Let it go
This way I can't go on



DOOMSDAY PRIESTS
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Confused and futile we all are born flawed
Terminal commuter:
"Now where is your God?"

Confused and futile we all are born flawed but
When losing everything and run out of time we stand up
"Now I'm my own God"



CHORUS
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What selfish denier belief, delusion of grandeur
Obscure this wretched reality embraced by damnation
One being this close and yet too far, made to be this letdown
Consoling humanity says that's all I'm meant to be

What fragile departure was his pain-induced sprawl
This virtuous existence is gone, no prospect of salvation
Remains this deafening void, fun like a forest burned down
Predicting apathy says what I'll turn out to be



BRIDGE
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Confused and futile we all are born flawed

Now where is your God?
Now where is your God?
Now I am my own God