1. |
Cold Feet
03:23
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Welcome to another Halloween,
masks are off.
You spit and shake outside the frame/Broken mirrors
Lines we read/time recedes,
hang the noose,
cut me loose.
Lines we read/time proceeds,
hang the noose,
don't cut me loose.
Frost is now under skin,
catatonic/blue.
A perennial holding past its due,
words left for you.
Lines we read/time ain't free,
Hang the noose,
I cut it loose.
The rain,
like acid,
to your face.
I taste silver and 63’s,
Everyday.
Do you need an audience to feel the ground?
I combust,
but you're nowhere to be found.
Speechless yet here I am,
the goat slaughtered/the whining lamb,
crimson leaves in a sullen hue,
words are ash and you will too.
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2. |
Ritual
03:14
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I started a cult and invited you,
but you didn't.
I wrote a song in blood for you,
you didn't hear it.
Did you cast a spell of obscurity?
the cauldron spat it back at you,
the lake sang a different tune.
Last call and I've been waiting for the fall,
I feel it.
Last call and no more writers block.
I sang your song to the universe,
did you hear that?
I let the moon speak for me,
did the phases change inside of you?
Last call and I've been waiting for the fall,
I feel it.
Last call and no more writers block.
Last call and the widow seeks another bed.
last call and they're pouring wine like cement.
first fall and your frozen in lake nine among the dead.
Does it feel wrong?
I ended the cult with a drink or two,
didn't need it.
I ended the cult with a drink or two,
not one but two.
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3. |
Gabriel's Horn
04:16
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Swallow your pride.
Embrace death on the outside.
Remnants of time,
belief becomes thought crime,
third degrees and nothing is fine.
Retract the hand,
such cyclical madness,
an empty chalice in the sky.
Lie awake in the tomb,
what is left to lose?
Your lungs fill with air/heart isn't there.
ashes of yours are rising
Lie awake in the tomb,
that you'll never leave.
Leaves of your changing seasons,
so naive to think that storms need reason.
Gut myself upon your stage,
please tell me again how it's just another phase.
Lie awake in the tomb,
what is left to lose?
Your lungs fill with air,
but your heart isn't there.
ashes of yours are rising
Lie awake in the tomb,
that you'll never leave.
Lie awake in the tomb,
let the roots consume.
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4. |
Floral Green
03:02
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We owe not to you.
You weep like you're trying to prove;
so pure/so bold,
is a touch from you gold?
Ice smashed to teeth,
coal sizzle on feet.
I should've died in the womb,
still awake in the tomb.
Sunrise is shining free,
burning floral green,
content in apathy,
are you all that you need?
Forever in the air,
I'd pray if I thought you'd care.
Reach out to feel the flames,
taste the sulfur and all you claim
Sunrise is shining free,
burning floral green,
content in apathy,
are you all that you need?
I've seen it once or twice,
three, four a thousand more.
It seems like quite the chore,
to be the one keeping score.
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5. |
63 Deaths
03:04
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Mediocrity is here to stay,
I've got hell to pay.
The frost runs deep,
walking circles with cold feet,
Who'd wait for this?
Interpreting bliss.
Fall/Grace,
Reasons to fight the grave.
You let it all inside.
You're hoping it's safe.
The constant drip,
from finger to parchment,
You pay a debt,
without understanding it.
Fall/Grace,
Reasons to fight the grave.
You let it all inside.
You're thinking it's safe.
Death/Decay,
Reasons to fight the grave.
Open wide your arms.
Mediocrity is here to stay,
I've got hell to pay.
Mediocrity is here to stay,
what is left to say?
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