1. |
An Involuntary Witness
06:26
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I'm not in control
I don't know who I am anymore
Like sitting passenger to myself
While we drive straight into hell
I'm not in control
I don't know who I am anymore
This holes too deep
And I refuse to hold the light anymore
I stand in my own shadow
And expect to grow
Great Collossus
I climb my own back
And thrust this holy blade
Into my head
From my corpse
A garden grows
A flower of every color
From my mouth
And from my eyes
And from my ears
And from my nose
I bleed a thousand different colors
And not a single fucking one is ever realized
Throwing rocks at your window
To see if my face will peak out
So I can say what I've always know
That I've shirked myself 'til now
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I shed my skin again
And as it falls to the floor
I regrow horns
I regrow fangs
I will always be this way
Comforted by this weighted robe
I wear it well
I beckon my soul forth to show you
That I am myself
I am me
I put it on so proudly in display
In hopes that you can know me
Can't you see I've grown a brighter shell
Can't you see I've shown you myself
I've wrapped my body in stars and
I glimmer then I fade
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3. |
Missing Old Pains
05:06
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Break into me
For I will not let you in
Masquerading as an angel
But even the devil himself once had wings
Float above me
I am nothing
My empathy has atrophied
And so has my love
Its the kind of thing
When not used enough
It just fucking falls apart
Even Judas would revel at the tenderness of your touch
And the walls of Jericho tremble beneath our broken hearts
Relinquish your hands from my throat
I will no longer be held subject to your throes
And who said
That you get to call the shots?
And who said
That you get to play god?
I will sit vacantly upon my throne
Your dagger tongues mean nothing to me
My skin is made of stone
I've got my arms stretched out like Christ
I've got a nagging spear stuck in my side
Do I bleed water?
Do I bleed wine?
Is this crown of thorns affixed upon my head?
Am I the divine one or am I just another of the young dead?
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4. |
Making Room For the New
05:16
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See you like a beacon
Through the Aethers fold
I see that you left your light on
I'm asking you to come back in
It's so easy to see you
When you shine this bright
I think I can feel that somethings different
I can feel him here
I think I can see someone standing outside
There's light coming from his mouth
There's light pouring from his eyes
It's God
Tetragrammaton
Putting thoughts in my head
He's sayin'
"Reach out and grab fate
Reach out grab by the throat -
Pull back"
Is it everything you thought it would be?
Is it the picture perfect image of self release?
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It's done
Don't look back upon setting suns
Nor into the eyes of lost love
What's done is done is done
It's not hard to see what''s happening
I need relief
Is this what hell is like?
Just being?
Just breathe
Breathe
You are the company you keep
You are the same as me
That's what complicates this
You're just another piece of shit
Can you feel it?
Cause I can't
I cannot feel myself
You took my arm and you led me into it
There's gotta be a way out of this hell
There's gotta be a way to love ourselves
It's just not meant to be
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A Two Headed Snake
04:25
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I will not be fitted into your shape
I will not break
I will not become one of you goddamn filthy
Snakes
You feed each other venom
In the form of empty praise
Is there no variety in the cult?
is there something special about being the same?
Snakesoil salesmen
Speaking in holy tongues
That only the chosen can understand
Dispensing sheepskin cloaks
For the wolves to adorn
Whats more
White knuckled fists clutching roses
Open hands holding out poison
A glass tree
I shatter at the first swing
And as the cracks crawl up me
I miss being
Complete
An exchange without words
Let our hands speak for us
Holy movements; I am but a worm
A prayer for dirt is my most honest one
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8. |
Praying For Death
10:39
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I still dream of you
In a clandestine light
I still dream
Of the longest winter I have ever seen
Countless nights spend surrendered to the drink
And if I could go back
I would shoot straight
If I could go back
I would kill myself twice
If I could go back
I would do it right
A vehement shroud falls upon me
With every spell cast on me
I can still
Feel your
Hands upon
My humble chest
I will never forget
The day I fell from your grace
I have never been the same
With every spell
Cast on me
I can still
Feel your
Hands around
My tiny neck
How could I forget
The day I fell from your grace
I will always be this way
I can't change
You took me with open arms
And I was made clean once more
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Sangha Fargo, North Dakota
Guitar:
Mitchell Moe
Bass:
Sean Harrison
Drums:
Zackorie Schroder
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