1. |
The Witch Will Weep
02:27
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a eulogy cruelly bears my youthful sentience
crossed by a cross i wear this brooding confidence
a hell of hells swells beneath my aching feet
bury me six feet deep when he speaks
the words of man are twisted spite
the work worn hands won't put up a fight
my callous breeds the scars of the omen
my witch will weep for i have been chosen
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2. |
Drip Fed
02:56
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the smell of smoke, the tint of pink
the glass is filled so take a drink
you’re old enough to know youth is dead
the difference stilled and drip fed
only you would know the horror scene of what you’ve seen
gleam of diamonds buried underneath you on your knees
you sold your soul before you knew what it was
to be a glint in the eye for the rest of us
deceiving the body for lucidly dreaming
frequencies beaming the signals to test
eyes of beholders are scanning us over
price is transparent, a lifetime at best
and the cicadas sing
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3. |
Unbecoming
02:18
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fending off the grim reality i seem to piece into my unbecoming
weakly i will greet you at the gates of hell in peace
and show you promises i told you i would keep
a little pain never waits, accumulates in me
pressure from whom
rapture for two
i give you everything you said you'd never need
a little gift, a whisper drifts into the space between
pressure from whom
rapture for two
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4. |
Pagan
02:22
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swallow
me
you
can
feel
dead
too
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5. |
Reprieves
02:12
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still wringing out this sense of doubt
i'm finding how it moves me
while i believe in short reprieves
i often see it's haunting
what becomes of the buried
what lies ahead to be carried
well done my holy father, graceful and can't be bothered
a fabled one, a bastard's son
a long goodbye and a welcomed one
i'll become your unbecoming
there's gaps in your noose for nuance
how simply you make the art of death
comparing acts like they can detach
hearts and headless beg for breath
the dead don't speak in tongues
anymore than the living twisting one
this fire isn't lit by the sun
hell is my heart completely broken
praise to be the only thing left for me, hoping
praise will be the only thing standing
when you're kneeling in apathy
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6. |
Tapeworm
02:52
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life is a tapeworm
its selling the heartburn
imposing the next turn
exposing my death germ
do we ever reap what we sow
these numbers don't show what we all know
we're pushing back and pulling teeth
we're left intact with our defeat
do hands build houses or destroy
do mouths still speak what we enjoy
do they command what we employ
there's no free will and we rejoice
tearing myself away to pull together
something i fear inside lives forever
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7. |
Lotus
01:17
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grew up in lotus and fire to keep
all at bay what we weep from
the showering ashes to grasp at the deep
grew opposed from the growth of the vines turned to weeds
the thorns in my side will continue to bleed as i try to retreat from another defeat
you've pulled all the punches and crunched all the leaves
dead underneath the stirring of feet
i'm buried aware that words won't be secrets
i'm carrying fairly the world as a cryptic release
i am reminded
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8. |
Fourty-Two
03:22
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a masquerade of gold and blue
from miles away, you're fourty-two
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