1. |
An Introduction in Blue
01:42
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2. |
Snakeskin
04:15
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I've come to blows with everything I would stay for
All of the tension inside my bones, I'm ready to let it go
I speak too sober for my generation to hear a word I say
How do I cope with what they're working towards?
Spending hours soaked in bile from their own decay
How do I grow when all their are laced with gold?
I've come to blows with hopelessly waiting here for
All of the anger inside my gut to finally take control
Turning me over
Daunting, it makes its way towards
All of the virtue inside my heart
Forcing me to let it go
No!
I speak to sober for my generation to hear a word I say
But I won't roll over
I'll tear away at the skin until their paths are frayed
Creating new ways to shake the diffidence from my tongue
Creating new paths for me to disseminate the rest of my blood
Enough is enough
I'll stand here and salvage what's left
I'll carry the stones and wayward bones to try and build my life anew,
But I'll never find my heart among the chaff leftover from my past
Such a daunting realization cast in so few words
Too few to keep them running through my mind
The wires won't align and permanence won't be assigned to any of my thoughts
They are fleeting with my eyes towards home
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3. |
Stargazer
04:23
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At the birth of my sonic creed I said, "My sentence is almost done."
I hold an open arm to the cavalry
Run me through and see my blood churn
A gavel formed in chivalry
As my skull crashes to the earth
Fractures will arbitrate
To free myself from your wicked ways
Chewing the flesh off my bones
Splintered teeth and a rotting tongue
Pull me into the clime
I'll never know how the weak became so arrogant
Now the saints curse for the hell of it
I feel so low while virtue is collecting dust on a shelf where character starts to rust away
All we agree on is decaying lines of old poetry and hope.
Hope? I've held that in prose,
But the wolves came down and tore the words from my throat
To keep the message from the shore
When death came down to look at me I said, "My sentence has just begun."
So I took his cloak to patch my wounds
And left that bastard on his own
I'll never know how the weak became so arrogant
Now the saints curse for the hell of it
I feel so low while virtue is collecting dust on a shelf where character starts to rust away
I can't learn about my own design without giving up a part of my life that I came to love
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4. |
The Timekeeper's Dilemma
04:24
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I hum to keep my mind straight
But my arms beat like vultures wings in excitement for the kill
I sing to stay alive, but I thrive
When my heart is out of pace, I'm out of control, and my skin is at war with my god damn bones
I despise
All of the rings left under my eyes
I despise
The violent ways with which they waste my life
Time slows
Whenever I let her go
That's why I chose
To pass time away on my own
I said it
But you meant it
Now you're undressed, cold, and alone
You're my tower
Built from bones
Signify all of my wrongs
Because time like love is a tide
I've caught it in stride
And now it's carrying me out to sea
Where both mean nothing to me
I feel the hours pass
As sand falls from my bones
The wind completes its task
And wears me away
I've tried, but this blood letting is wearing me thing
So I willingly give in to nature's sway
No forward motion
The dead in my hands, the dead in my lungs and I grieve
For the ideas of a generation censored by themselves
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5. |
John W. Lake
02:16
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oh my brother
where were you
when white washed walls
pulled my eyes from my skull
crushed them, put them back
into their holes and stole my pulse
[what a shameful seed you seem to see]
when there is no light to refract and no blood in your arteries
I watched you like a vulture
betrayer, devouring her souls
wonting, waning, wishing
that I was blind aside from the gall
in the back of my mind
oh my heavenly father
is all I keep hearing you say but
you forgot about your daughter
and the makeshift clay she became
[such a shameful seed you seem to see]
when there is no light to refract and no blood in your arteries
all I see are
{Savages, savages}
barely even human
Savage
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6. |
Old Blood
04:29
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We need to find a way to keep this old blood running
It's flowed too long to end this way
try to find a way to keep the skin from turning
Revealing more than man can take
It's too late to save us from the thought of our own deaths
It creeps in and ignores us
It takes hold of our loved ones and our elders and wont leave
We need to find a way to keep this old blood running
It's flowed to long to end this way
You don't have to lie
I've played it over in my head
It was my own design
I'm just trying to run away from the truth again
Tell me the moves I make
That they're not all in vain
Tell me the words I chose
Will not be lost on those I love
Because everything around me
Is more permanent than I
And everything we've learned won't
Help us stay alive
But I write so I can last in the faintest sense of the word
Where I am only the words that I chose to leave behind
But where is my direction?
Where is my decision?
And why can I never bring myself to listen
I'm just trying to run away from the truth again
Death you are the one who makes me understand
Love you are my only reason to avoid death's hand
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The Author Tempe, Arizona
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