1. |
Cold Hands
04:06
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Come to terms with light and dark.
The presence of one gives weight to the other,
And try not, not to break yourself.
This fight is not your last.
In youth, we praise the moon,
All the stories that we’re told
Our eyes, our skin, they gleam
Turned earth between our toes.
No looks exchanged the night is creeping at our feet.
We pierce the air with warmth,
Every word that we speak.
We are infinite soil envies us.
The sky and sea will meet
But they’ll never touch.
You’re my confidante, my only one.
These numbered days the fight of moon and sun.
You don’t walk your path alone
It’s killing me to know,
That it’s killing you to go
Head first into the night
We will make our escape unknown
If they want, they’ve got a fight
Our eyes against the night
We won’t turn back
It gets harder to breathe with the
Time placed between our hands;
That last time that we spoke.
Well we’re older now and though it hurts,
No taking back, I meant every word I wrote.
We’ve encompassed a notion
That our eyes are all tired
But the truth spans an ocean:
The shadows conspire.
So consult the writings
Our journey is not a waste
Though the end is inviting
Refer to the start of the page.
They would have
us become
silhouettes,
but I will not
be moved to
a state of
hopelessness
and constant
Loss.
You don’t walk your path alone
It’s killing me to know
That it’s killing you to go
Head first into the night
We will make our escape unknown
If they want, they’ve got a fight
Our eyes against the night
We won’t turn back
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2. |
Speak Like Butchers
03:40
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Caution to the eyes that wander to
The baited snare
It’s prize is a beauty unmatched,
Guarded by jealous and writhing beast(‘)s(.)
Crimson teeth will,
Mark your end
And everything you love
Will fall prey to earth,
Lust make a meal of your heart
Mark my words brother
Your soul is meal, is fodder.
Her life is in pictures before me
There’s blood in the air and I can see every drop in your smile.
Clench your teeth,
Wet your jaws.
The cadence her pulse beats is manic
Those drinks and that skin make her prey in all of your eyes.
No restraint,
No control.
You coward.
Bathe in urge,
With your dilated pupils.
Ain’t it wild,
That we speak like butchers?
Look to me,
When the sun gives in.
Clench your teeth,
Fired synapse meets sin.
You’re so familiar,
When your hand traces mine.
It’s cold on the rooftop.
You’re so familiar,
When your hand traces mine.
And I won’t lose you
To a monster like him;
To shortness of breathe,
to sweat,
To alcohol,
And regret.
I will part Heaven and earth,
to end this game, to get to her.
I will part Heaven and earth,
To end this fight, to get to her.
Mark my words child.
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3. |
Ankle Deep Water
03:21
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Where we stand is brief, but a moment in time
And we may or may not, may not open our eyes
Walk in wicked,
Walk in righteous,
Walk in sequenced steps.
Walk in wicked,
Walk in righteous,
Walk in sequenced steps.
He is not unarmed
He is not unarmed.
Posture is a myth.
Funeral march will start.
Definitions vary.
Lenses create harbor.
Convictions can’t be buried.
Old friend.
Conflict.
Again
Conflict.
Rejoice
In tenet
Repeat
Again
Chorus
I’m afraid I’ve spent my time alone and lost
[alone and lost]
A captive of my right or wrong, beliefs and thoughts [beliefs and thoughts]
Lifetime of Canvas,
Lifetime of second thoughts.
I’m afraid I’ve spent my time alone and lost
[alone and lost]
A captive of my right or wrong, beliefs and thoughts [beliefs and thoughts]
Rise and Fall
Rise and Fall
Admit Cliché,
Admit Disuse.
What we are is brief, but a moment in time
And we may or may not, may not open our eyes
I’m afraid I’ve spent my time alone and lost.
A captive of my right or wrong, beliefs and thoughts.
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4. |
Deuteragonist
03:46
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Same march,
Same pen,
Same night,
Same day,
Same now,
Same then,
Same fight,
Same change.
You long for your stage, and your light.
While I carry this armor, this battle’s my fight.
I stand on the edge of the city we fled,
Compass in hand, maps left for dead.
While you seek, a new king, an outcry
The city’s in flames and you’ve forfeited everything.
You’ve given away,
You’ve given away,
You’ve given away everything that we built to break.
I am a traveler of roads, have become a pilgrim of lives,
but I will always be, just half a man in your eyes.
Don’t speak, the river will quiet our steps.
Don’t speak, the river will quiet our steps.
Look to me, when you’re wandering.
Look to me, when you’re lost.
Nights, are like the lives
of people, you close your eyes and they’re gone.
You close your eyes, and you’re alone.
Don’t shake, it’s brief.
And through, the passage of time,
We bear our mistakes on our arms,
We are no strangers to strife.
Your pride will seek, your
Resurrection,
Blind Ascension,
Resurrection,
Resurrection.
You’ve given away,
You’ve given away,
You’ve given away everything that we built to break.
Built to break.
We’re built to break.
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5. |
Myself in the Rearview
04:38
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Sway in time to the current’s, the current’s ebb and flow
We’ve been seeing with our hands, but we’ve got nothing to show
Everyday, the ground soaks up the rain
Our days are spent learning to numb the pain
We’ve been shown the door so many times before, and now the chance to make amends.
Move, [We move] in time to the sound of
noise and Everything [We’re fragile and break]
We have come to
Know and love this touch. [Comfort]
But a moment’s glance reveals we’ve lost too much
Stress, and care, and anger have gripped us all too long.
Hold your tongue my friend, your wrath made you wrong.
Everyday, the ground soaks up the rain
Our days are spent learning to numb the pain
Move, [We move] in time to the sound of
noise and Everything [We’re fragile and break]
We have come to
Know and love [Comfort this touch.
But a moment’s glance reveals we’ve lost Too much
Anger, is the root of our problem
We move on as soon as you let go.
Everyday, the ground soaks up the rain
Our days are spent learning to numb the pain
Back at this, I’ve worked so hard,
And yet, you must play God.
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6. |
Dusty Hymnal
03:41
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You’d be surprised at the damage that a friendly face can do.
I close my eyes while tracing steps from waiting room to room.
I can’t count all of those sleepless night, I spent while in my bed
Lucid dreams in stagnant air, all the demons in my head
And your blood still courses through my veins
There’s more to this life than just a name
Things are set to change,
But the pain’s still there and I know, I know
That everything is changing slowly.
Our bones all move so strange,
But I’ve forgiven you and I hope, I hope
After everything you’ll leave here knowing.
That my family and friends have parted ways
That a marriage can be torn apart by days, and change
Though our eyes catch light the same
Our anger puts sparks in the air
My knees are week from prayer
And your blood still courses through my veins
There’s more to this life than just a name
Things are set to change,
But the pain’s still there and I know, I know
That everything is changing slowly.
Our bones all move so strange,
But I’ve forgiven you and I hope, I hope
After everything you’ll leave here knowing.
That a dusty hymnal’s the first thing I saw
When I got that call from your hospital bed.
My body so fragile in weakness and awe
And a flooding of anger then filled my head.
Well I’ve spent two decades praying for Grace,
I’ll bury this pride one way or another.
‘cause now I’d cross oceans to see your face.
I’m too young to bury a mother.
I know, I know that everything is just changing slowly.
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7. |
ZRG RSH
04:19
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Send for the physician,
To set the bone,
Those longings and thoughts that we
Thought we thought were not our own
Pieces don’t fit
There’s no need to belong,
Pieces don’t fit
There’s no need to be awake.
And yet I am, awake
To a thousand nations of sand.
Suspended in air,
By the smoke that we push out of our lungs.
And I know it gets hard to breathe,
But if we don’t, there’s no point in moving our feet,
From side to side, from side to side.
A beacon of light stands in front of us
We’ve only to demand that it’s real.
Though our bonds seem innocuous
Every moment is a life that they steal
Be brave, be firm and stand tall
And know that they fall
Banners and nations fall,
To the knees of those bent down in worship, Golden.
Constantly pushing on and out,
Push out.
These monuments fall, these monuments.
I am not the counselor for throwing stones.
Broken will for mortar.
Gates wrought from severed bone.
Pieces don’t fit,
There’s no need for crowns,
Pieces don’t fit,
There’s no need for crowns,
Pieces don’t fit,
Eyes wide, I’m awake.
Awake.
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8. |
Beach Party Pantomime
03:13
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Force, needs not apply
We are poised and ready to abide.
Mannequins.
Controlled
Mannequins.
Every step.
Mannequins.
We are
Mannequins.
Plastic
Mannequins.
Posing
Mannequins.
Unsure
Mannequins
Controlled
Mannequins.
We are the
Oh, we’re poised to relish every step.
We are spent it’s not an accident.
We’ve climbed
The tallest trees.
What we found,
Would bring a nation to their knees.
Oh, what a shame
We’ve been forced to taste the fruit.
Oh, what a shame
We’ve been forced to taste the fruit.
Father time turns grey to blue
Walk on infinite youth
Senses dulled, made to be mute
Speak only when spoken to.
Feel only when told to feel.
See fiction, never what’s real.
Taste nothing but bitter fruit.
Hear nonsense, never the truth.
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9. |
The City on the Coast
03:56
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How long have we been chasing daylight?
It feels like weeks upon months upon years.
We’ve stood, and braved, the cliffs and the sea.
Our limbs our bound by our mistakes and our fears.
Every step that we take, to the city on the coast,
Is a procession of ghosts
[A funeral procession of ghosts].
And we carry her body, as if it is holy.
Or rather, holier than most
[At least more holy than most].
And there are cowards in our numbers
Who feign, and weep
No better than those they mock,
But even parasites have teeth.
And every wave that crashes the shore,
Is a blow against my ribs.
Her voice was lover’s touch, sweet fruit,
Red as the scarlet on her lips.
To the children condemning her touch
Your voices have done harm
One mistake, a thousand times
But the sea waits with open arms.
The measure of a man
Is not what riches he’s found
Everyone’s fighting a war.
Lay your armor down.
Everything, everything
Grows in it’s intricate way,
Her body and mine now embrace.
Soul free, my body to take.
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10. |
Give & Take
03:43
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For what it’s worth I,
Prayed for you and sought the counsel
Of the wise men from the east.
But you set your sights on burning bridges.
If time is so precious,
Why is it something that we’re always trying to kill?
I’m at opposing ends of the beast,
Where empathy meets will.
Take your life,
Back from those who would
Place you on a scale and measure.
Wasted youth,
Bare the noose.
You’re as guilty as those you condemn.
Man your post,
Fix your eyes.
You’ve been kept in the company of cynics.
We are not, a dead culture,
Bound to earth by inanity.
Revolt.
Revolt.
I’ve been trying to shake this off, but I can’t.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Look for progress in this walk, but there is none.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Revolt.
Revolt.
I’ve been trying to shake this off, but I can’t.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
Look for progress in this walk, but there is none.
It keeps coming back, we keep coming back to
This is not a call to arms,
It’s a call to lay them down,
No comfort, no martyr, no saint, you pushed my face in the dirt
And I have watched you grow,
You were meant for so much more.
Than these hurtful things you’ve brought as weapons.
I am the final hope of my people.
My daughter’s eyes,
They guide me home.
We made a promise in youth to be steadfast.
This conflict pierces me to my bones.
My walk must now change.
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