1. |
Thank You
04:07
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And curse the page the prophet writes.
The only thing I own are bones.
My soul reached out into the night
But never called it home.
They are not alien
Outside of the reach of man.
Simply a token we can glamorize
Within the palms of our hands.
Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.
Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.
As he returned into the stars,
A wish was left but undefined.
To see them march on holy wars,
They killed him for his mind.
Don't call the hounds now-
We have him in our humble sight.
I see no crown there.
He is just another one of human kind.
Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.
Thank you, thank you,
For teaching me just what I'm not.
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2. |
Bug Dance
05:57
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Music Video at youtu.be/Wmp8bZ6306c
I can feel my skin pull tight
against the void and flame inside.
What made the snake grow legs?
Was it the need to run?
It's there marking all your crime.
Demanding you declare your dreams shine.
Who plays the god?
Who plays the god in your life?
Afraid only in the night,
when forced to face the darker side of mind.
A course untouched.
We never understand as much
as we believe.
A curse not revealed in sight.
We are but corpses proclaiming might.
Tell me,
who plays the god?
Who plays the god in your life?
Are we ever really sure?
(I can't tell if I'm a ghost or fallen piece of rock from outer space.)
Who plays the god?
Who plays the god in your life?
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3. |
Sentimental
05:05
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I’m caught going to your hillside.
I’ll travel ‘till they’re all the same.
See the way my road follows me.
It seems like hanging on the edge
I never could quite put you down.
Turn soft.
Breathe instead of answer.
Your tall grass is to cover me.
Go slow.
Your body is a hillside
and I have been collecting rain.
It’s a perfect time
To be sentimental.
It’s a perfect time
just to let it all fall away.
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4. |
You Don't Know Safe
04:31
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All my dreams are dying as I'm watching her undress
In a systematic cold.
I'm too far away.
Surface my convictions: I am shackled by my blame.
I'm not used to this.
I'll never get used to this.
Open up my empathy and serve me to your God.
I'll pray to things I've never known.
Hear them cry themselves to sleep
And peacefully you'll rest.
I'm not used to this.
I'll never get used to this.
You don't know safe.
It's in their lies.
It's in the joy that will drown you when they sell it right.
Look at your reflection, you are just the snake you fear.
Your greed has a hold,
You're no longer dear to me.
Sucking at the edges of a selfish hope, you drain.
I'm not used to this.
I'll never get used to this.
I can't un-know
I can't un-know it now.
You don’t know safe.
It's in their lies.
It's in the joy that will drown you when they sell it right.
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5. |
Stones
04:57
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I only want these stones to be
Less than a strike upon my face.
If they were stars then I could see
As I stand on hills alone.
And all the chances I cursed out,
Like a class among the dark.
I never took to feeling frail;
My body never fell apart.
And now the curtain has been swung.
The loss of meaning has been won.
I didn't take the time to stray,
I only took the chance to run.
I hope much harder than I doubt
I beg much harder than I pray
But can't you hear that noise?
It's deafening
But they'll tell you your safe.
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Cheshi Frederick, Maryland
"Fragility at the edges, sensuality in appropriate doses, and ultimately – rage at the system." -Roy Ghim for Western Machines
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