1. |
Not of Your Waking World
03:13
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Tread the dim-lit lane, day expires to gray
Sleep now, trembling starlings of dawn
Fade the piercing rays of pervading day
With night antagonists appear gone
As man submits to fear, sheds a salty tear
Move now- a buck, a doe, and a fawn
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
I'll wade the tide alone as I wait for truth
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
Tread the dim-lit lane, retrace the steps I've made
Weave past the gossamer of my mind
And cast a shadow long, echoes of haunted song
Wrought still, with messages of a kind
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
I'll wade the tide alone as I wait for truth
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
Never thought I'd wait so long
Inside a waking dream
Never thought we'd wait so long
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
I'll wade the tide alone as I wait for truth
Of your waking world
Not of your waking world
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2. |
Under the Anvil
03:51
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So don't tell me "I can do it"
Don't believe your lying mind
"I will never let you down" is a myth
as are the words to "want" and "try"
As I can laugh and cry into the night
As I can wonder where you lie
As nine swords may keep you awake (at night)
a pair of cups keep me alive
Under the anvil again
turn a phrase for the escape
No break for those who betray their-
every urge to come away
Don't tell me that which is felt
when all I find is frozen sea
Movement lay staggered in time
finding breadcrumbs in a dream
As I can laugh and cry into the night
As I can wonder where you lie
As nine swords may keep you awake (at night)
a pair of cups keep me alive
Under the anvil again
turn a phrase for the escape
No break for those who betray their-
every urge to come away
Under a lock and key
Now numb the thoughts enough to feed the hole
Under a lock and key
Now numb the heart enough to be at home
Under a lock and key
Now find the strength enough to turn a stone
Under the anvil again
turn a phrase for the escape
No break for those who betray their-
every urge to come away
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3. |
Emancipation Day
03:39
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Sat still, by the marker alone
Time kills every hope one would own
One break is all it would take to free an open hand
at stake; every cross that was shared
Emancipation day rings
Our crest may fall
A sojourn of expectations
Was the waiting all for naught?
Raging flames are burning pages-
of every one to ever turn
This sacred conflagration
All the truths to ever learn
Long roads sprawl before the imposed
dense earth, leveled under erodes
one heart froze, bleeding out, still fails to comprehend
No sight, sound, or fact to defend
Emancipation day rings
Our crest may fall
A sojourn of expectations
Was the waiting all for naught?
Raging flames are burning pages-
of every one to ever turn
This sacred conflagration
All the truths to ever learn
Drop now your staff
drop now your sword
Stand down brave soul
In fast accord
Emancipation day rings
Our crest may fall
A sojourn of expectations
Was the waiting all for naught?
Raging flames are burning pages-
of every one to ever turn
This sacred conflagration
All the truths to ever learn
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4. |
Tourniquet
03:48
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We started a war; the blood of a thousand years
We feed in the interest of time
We feed on the fear
No more do we find a reprieve
No more do we choke
Aloft in a storm of deceit
Alight for the whole
Tourniquet, tourniquet
Tie it off or bleed away
Tourniquet, tourniquet
Or live to sin another day
And still we're finding bliss between-
cracks that hide within decay
Tourniquet, tourniquet
Tie it off or bleed away
How many more mothers must mourn a son?
How many more must die at the end of a gun?
How have we not leaned bitterly from our mistakes-
to bury our heads in the sand?
For what?
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5. |
Mine Eyes
03:49
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I've seen the morning rain
I've stormed the iron gates of our-
steadfast, staunch resistance on call
I've heard the tolling bell-
drown out the cries to quell at night-
said undone efforts not to befall
Under a blood-red sky- I sense a bracing pyre
that calls on every soul to not turn away
Rise up and release the raging tide
Strike out at the need to pacify
these blackened degrees that crack of mine eyes
Face down in the fields of artifice
Break north at the face of avarice
Layed out on the streets of conscience and time
Even as we turn
Even as we learn-
these embers smolder, render and burn
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6. |
Devout
04:00
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Tried to find an in, tried to scale your wall
Tried to mend the sin, even if I fall
Made the peace within, even if without
As the heavens fall, they remain devout
Even if this is all that we become
I can wake again, blessed beneath the sun
Out from hell again. Shall it be the last?
And devour all martyrs of the past
Do you feel loss, do you feel pain?
Do you, my love?
Do you feel love, do you feel hate now?
Do you feel loss, do you feel pain?
Do you, my love?
Do you feel love, do you feel hate now?
Tried to mute the din, tried to scale your wall
Tried to square the sin, with a silent call
Made the peace within, even if without
As the heavens fall, they remain devout
Even if this is all that we become
I can wake again, blessed beneath the sun
Out from hell again. Shall it be the last?
And devour all martyrs of the past
Been quite some time since I've seen your photograph
The mist of years between are obscured
Been quite some time since I've seen your photograph
The fog of days to pass (are a blur)
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We feel alone. We feel the pace subside
Do we heed the tomes?
The past again unwinds
Inflict the human form, conflicts the mortal mind
What have we learned thus far?
What will the future find?
Here fall the vacant years, stoked by the fuel of fear
Our failures ever front to behold (hold fast)
feel the shame of all, stole from a seething maw
Brandished and ever rote to be told for you
And we are alone, as instinct shall dictate
Our conscience hold a sense of righteousness
Soaked in a sea of tears, regret that finds no end
Are we the victims of a prevailing arrogance?
Here fall the vacant years, stoked by the fuel of fear
Our failures ever front to behold (hold fast)
feel the shame of all, stole from a seething maw
Brandished and ever rote to be told for you
Time to wake your heart, past time to wake your mind
Are we so numb to watch it elude?
Time to wake your heart, past time to wake your mind
How farther must we let it slip through?
Here fall the vacant years, stoked by the fuel of fear
Our failures ever front to behold (hold fast)
feel the shame of all, stole from a seething maw
Brandished and ever rote to be told for you
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8. |
Red Holiday
03:44
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With a broken keel, drifting in the sound
To approach the wheel, metaphors abound
Blessed of souls i keep, still I navigate alone
Weaving through the lies, to defeat the loss
Cutting waves of sky in a northern cross
Still I falter here, contemplative of it all
Ever thought of taking a holiday?
Watch a dead world fall away
No need to wake me up
Ever thought of taking a holiday?
See the dead wood float away
(Red Holiday)
Over a sullen reef lay the spent desire
Just beside the cay; two bold licks of fire
Spy it as I may, seems to fade as I approach
May I hear your word echo in the wind?
May I help you dear, to forget my sin?
May you take my breath, either here or in the next?
Ever thought of taking a holiday?
Watch a dead world fall away
No need to wake me up
Ever thought of taking a holiday?
See the dead wood float away
(Red Holiday)
From the shallow ebb, to the fathom long
From the shores of fear, to the bluffs of dawn
Ever thought of taking a holiday?
Watch a dead world fall away
No need to wake me up
Ever thought of taking a holiday?
See the dead wood float away
(Red Holiday)
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9. |
Bless Your Heart
03:58
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You've really made a mess of it
Bloody, bruised and bound in a blanket of sin
You've really made a mess of it this time
Drag marks and repercussions, shovels of lime
Damn your eyes, God bless your heart
You saw the end right from the start
Damn your eyes, God bless your heart
You put the "death" in "death do us part"
Why did it have to come to this?
Knee-deep in black accomplishment, you dig
You've really made a mess of it, my dear
replete in guilt and consequence, and fear
Damn your eyes, God bless your heart
You saw the end right from the start
Damn your eyes, God bless your heart
You put the "death" in "death do us part"
You've really made a mess of it
A trail of crimson footsteps lead me to you
Yeah, you've made a God damn mess of it, oh, my dear
haunted till death do us part, year after year
What have you done?
Damn your eyes, God bless your heart
You saw the end right from the start
Damn your eyes, God bless your heart
You put the "death" in "death do us part"
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10. |
A Tale of Tribes
04:19
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Handed a loaded gun, point it at everyone
Demons along the way are dancing out in the sun
A secular on the run, not tied to anyone
Replete in their majesty, no scraps or crumbs here for us
A long-form fade; defy or break down
Hold me close, 'fore I wither away
If I can't make it another day
If I don't breathe fire or walk the sea-
know that every step I take is made for you
Here you bray, hear you crow
Only heed the words that make a sound in your soul
Handed a loaded gun, point it at everyone
Demons along the way are dancing out in the sun
A secular on the run, not tied to anyone
Replete in their majesty, no scraps or crumbs here for us
A long-form fade; defy or break down
Hold me close, 'fore I wither away
If I can't make it another day
If I don't breathe fire or walk the sea-
know that every step I take is made for you
Trial and failure to hear a plea
All the shackles that set you free
Not every frail heart needs to find amnesty
Here you bray, hear you crow
Only heed the words that make a sound in your soul
Here you bray, hear you crow
Only heed the words that make a sound in your soul
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