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To nameless sons
05:52
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"To nameless sons"
Gather the nameless, sons of time,
Dress up for success, it's a funeral,
Congrats to all, you made it real,
The north of the compass, just lost south.
Here we are, stuck between,
A race for triumph, and a will to live,
High expectations, never matched our plans,
Just modest dreams, of beauty and peace.
The lives you take, they die in your arms,
The plastic taste, of love in your mouth.
Speaking from the mouth of a cut out tongue,
A dead language fills the room,
It cries out loud:
"Love me, for I am the one to cover you with
Hatred, in the pale rise of the morning sun and
Silence, to be broken with words you'll choke upon when you
Awake, so bitter to part with the ghosts of ours."
So love me... and hate me... in silence... you'll awake... so bitter, so bitter...
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Gospel of the dead earth
04:23
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"Gospel of the dead earth"
Get your black dress on and comb your hair,
Time has come for a hammer swing,
Mistress, we knew...
In her darkest hour you'll repent to her,
And call her "Mother".
The agony you fed her will fill your lungs up,
Godspeed now lover...
Let's pray for tidal waves to come to shores,
For songs of seas to flood our lives,
Rapists, we are.
In her darkest hour you'll repent to her,
And call her "Mother".
The agony you fed her will fill your lungs up,
Godspeed now lover...
Repent on your knees,
We had it coming...
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Iota
06:09
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"Iota"
We silenced the living to rule their lives
Under laws of the cynics, the spirits died
I still hear the same rhymes coming from the pro-life
An equation of hatred labeled diseased the gay
Heart says "it's a sad world"
I say "what a sad breed"
Oh my, it's a free world
Compassion, acceptance, consideration
Lying on the floor
Constantly being pissed on
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My closest foe
03:42
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"My closest foe"
Shut the lights, toss them out, please, let them die with the rain
Blacken the streets where we'd meet and fill hearts with hope's disease
Because I find your faces there and they remind me
Of what we'll never be
I fear the road I'm walking is not my own
This path paved with doubts and bitter thoughts
The one I thought I'd never know
Has now become my closest foe
So much more was craved for when we thought we bought ecstasy
Now gone with the wind, fill your cup, dine and toast on cheap copies
And still I find your faces there and they remind me
Of what we'll never be
I fear the road I'm walking is not my own
This path paved with doubts and bitter thoughts
The one I thought I'd never know
Has now become my closest foe
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Acrobat
05:50
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"Acrobat"
Time, how much have I wasted
I heard this line before
When William said "carpe diem,
Don't lose sight of today"
We dance on this horizon, like the moon was our sun
A filthy acrobat, hung from his sky
The season of loss is on now, blooming tonight
With those at your front door, licking their claws
The question is, can I offer more
Than what I have in store?
The silence, the sickness
The echoes of progress
The humble, the modest
The blood in my veins
I'm running out of ways of calling your name
Of washing my breath from the weight of their reign
And I just wonder about the future
When death comes knocking on the wood of our doors
There'll be a million things our hands never held
There'll be a hundred million things our eyes never saw
And as many others that we wish we had done
There'll be a choir of angels here to sing our regrets
How lovely would it be if there mouths were close kept
By trading our heartaches for the satisfaction
Of finding peace headed in our direction
So we don't want no bright lights just a place to come home
Like an ocean to a sailor, just two eyes to call home
And I need you to tell me that things will be alright
That's it's fine to live small, that's it's fine to want that
That the smile in our hearts is all that matters
That the beauty is not in all that glitters
And I'm sorry for all I never will do
I hope it's okay, I don't want to miss you.
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Thirty cents Judas
04:42
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"Thirty cents Judas"
You see I kind of always wondered
How it is that you pray to the ones who died before us
And how it is that you recognize
A sinner from a saint
There was a time where I would get the picture
But somehow now, it's over
So burn the bridges to long robes
They are the ones to lead you down
When the choir cries for love
Take your hatred out on me
I'll be your Judas for thirty cents
I'll be your Judas, yeah I'll be yours
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Chalk outlines
03:14
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"Chalk outlines"
I said I'll meet you there, on the other side of town
Yeah I'll meet you there, it's as far as I can walk
A little late on time, as I always am
A little desperate to, just to be like you
But these lines they show you exactly how it ends
In chalk outlines, broken glass and blame
So yeah I found you there, on the other side of town
Where tire tracks had drawn a path to mourning clothes
It took me back to class, where we sang songs of life
To find a better way to break the walls we said
But these lines they show you exactly how it ends
In chalk outlines, broken glass and blame
Just chalk outlines...
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A landscape of its own
08:03
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"A landscape of its own"
Promise of glory, misguided ideals
Throw in the stranger, the threat to your labor
Years of oppression breed seclusion
Decades of hatred sewn in the seeds of a scam liberation
Reach for your flags
Reach for your martyrs
Your life weighs nothing here
Reach for your flags, reach for your martyrs
Both will be used to justify yours
The sky shows a landscape of its own
Under showers of lights and explosions sighs
Sad painters of misery lines
They turn to her and say "you shall fear the coming day"
But this is the place her children played
And this is the place they called home
Before western feet in all their certainty
Walked on eastern land
Before both sides reached for their flags
The flags of fear they wave high
Sad painters of misery lines preach
And men turned meat sing...
"As the sky shows a landscape of its own, we'll touch the skyline
Under showers of lights and explosions sighs, we'll touch the skyline
Our preachers call, a warning shot, but we'll touch the skyline"
The fathers and sons of rival nations digging graves for masked men ambitions
They die for them
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