1. |
Swallow You
03:53
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2. |
Stone Mirror
03:57
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On time, symbols, and stress
The skin on your back
The hair on your neck
A clean blade, a flower, and rest
Hand on your hilt
and one on your chest
A fable's beginning
The morals are thinning
The world is your lover
And you are in slumber
Ooh
Too eager to take up the sword
Ooh
Too eager to take up the sword
A millstone, a mirror, and tact
A brick in your hand
A carpenters' mask
A bulwark, a conquest of form
Sit it in its' path, meet death
In its' course
And a fable's beginning
The morals are thinning
The world is your lover
And you are in slumber
Ooh
You're ready to take up the sword
Ooh
You're ready to take up the sword
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3. |
Lullaby
03:11
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May these words give you peace on the road
Give you thoughts of the cold
May your reeds become friends
That bend as creeks to their end
And the paper of your rhymes
Are the crepes of the times
And this love that we fight
Where the deaf lead the blind
May elude even time
Give us a taste of just the rind
To where the feel of a kiss
Becomes hard to miss
So may these words give you peace on the road
Give you thoughts of the cold
Mhmm
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4. |
The Sentencing
03:35
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Full of sighs of an underage king
He was all that I wanted to be
Grim and tired of constituencies
I was all that it meant to be free
We are spent on the words of the Earthmen
Who tremble at an effortless sea
I was hoping for the best
Crowned "Most Likely To Be A Mess"
Give all my love to the torn up saints
They could only think of one way
The sable nights that their soul was razed
Gave them all of their strength to say,
"We are broken on the tip of His tongue
A simple thread between His teeth.
I am blinded by the mud of the Son,
Please withhold your gifts to me."
Give all my love to the worn out saints
They could only think of what to say
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5. |
Crypts
07:17
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We applaud the death of our emotions
We sing happy songs for a sorry disposition
We chided the crowded suspicions
That hung in our mouths
Tuesday morning for a mother of fathers
Of brothers and sisters
Who fell into tighter cracks
Stay this pain away
The crypts lean in in tall arrays
And the carobs grumble
And hold up the rain
Hooray!Hooray! Today is Today!
Hooray!Hooray! Today is Today!
What comforts are rushed!
What banes are sloughed!
To step is to move on
To talk is to gore
Oh gravity! Oh gravity! Unclasp unmoor
Stay this pain away
The crypts lean in in tall arrays
And the carobs grumble
And hold up the rain
Hooray!Hooray! Today is Today!
Hooray!Hooray! Today is Today!
Hooray!Hooray! Today is Today!
Ladadadadadadahahh
Ladadadadadadahahh
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6. |
I Won't Cave
02:42
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And the waters that mixed
Under creek beds asleep
Tasted just like our times
But without all the grief
And the lies that your told
Lay starving in the streets
Like every other man
You kissed so sweet
But I won't cave
No I won't cave
To those singing hills sounding
Over every retreat
So come on you grateful
And come on you dead
Living and able
To wake up the rest
Heartfelt and used up
And drunk off your cause
The worst of your nightmares
Has forever begun
And I won't cave
No I won't cave
To those singing hills sounding
Over every retreat
No I won't cave
No I won't cave!
To those singing hills sounding
Over every retreat
To those singing hills sounding
Over every retreat
To those singing hills sounding
Over every retreat
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