1. |
Dead Time
07:28
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All the things that I know
seasons change
and people go
of all the ways
that I have sinned
Engage my life:
Begin.
All the things that I know
seasons change
and people go
all the ways
that I have sinned
Engage the lie,
begin again.
All the things that I see
none have ever really
meant much to me
If I die
before I wake
wrap the tail of the snake.
Yeah.
All the things that I know
people change
and people go.
If the day will come like this,
will I move
or miss?
All the things that I know
Seasons change
and people go.
All the ways
that I have sinned
Engage my life
begin again.
All the things that I've seen
if you could where we've been.
Every day
and every night.
I will see
the light.
Look and stop and won't you see?
What the sun has done to me.
All is bruised and all decay.
Will I leave, or wait?
Look and stop and won't you see?
What the son has done to me?
All is bruised and all decay.
Will I leave, or wait?
I know the answer clear
one day it all disappears
I know the answer clear
one day it all disappears
(I don't know.)
(I don't run.)
(I don't know.)
(Anyone.)
All the things that I know
seasons change
and people go.
All the ways
that I've sinned,
engage the lie
begin again.
All the things that I know
seasons change
and people go.
All the ways
that I've sinned
engage my life
begin again.
All the things that I know
seasons change
and people go.
If I die before I wake
wrap the tail of the snake
Look and stop and won't you see?
What the sun has done to me.
All is bruised and all decay.
Will I leave, or wait this day?
Look and stop and won't you see?
What the son has done to me?
All is bruised and all decay.
Will I leave, or wait?
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2. |
Virtue
01:45
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3. |
Justine
04:51
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a body will sink with cast iron shoes
a body will sink with cast iron shoes
a body will sink with cast iron shoes
a body will sink with cast iron shoes
a river runs red with such beautiful dreams
a river runs through the narrow twisting streams
and evil exists
as our gods permit
and evil exists
as our lords admit
a body emerged from beneath the swamp
a child's body from the old lady's pond
a body emerged from a fisherman's net
wrapped up in plastic dripping and wet
i will be your dog
i will wear your leash
you will be my marquis
i will be justine
stabbed to death in the old wooded ridge
drowning below the old mormon bridge
a body will sink with cast iron shoes
there is no glory in a life of virtue
when i spread my wings then i will hit the sky
when i spread my wings then i will hit the sky
when i spread my wings then i will hit the sky
when i spread my wings then i will hit the sky
then i take flight and i will hit the ground
then i take flight and i will hit the ground
then i take flight and i will hit the ground
military sniper come to shoot me down
birds of a feather they will flock together
wings of a champion broken break down
birds of a feather they don't last forever
you call for help and there is no sound
i will be your dog
i will wear your leash
you will be my marquis
i will be justine
i will be your dog
i will take the hit
i will grovel
and i will eat
i will stomach your shit
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4. |
Hell6
04:06
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5. |
Monologue
04:45
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He was caught in the shuffle, he was caught by the balls.
Forced too early out of his youth, to be nailed to that wall.
As green as the meadows, like a lightning superstar.
He was blown to pieces on the battlefield, now his friends are forever scarred.
Buy and sell your shares
we'll go there
we'll kill them all.
Pitch black gun.
He was forced in the sirens, taut like a bell,
he was ringing, and he was singing, c'mon boys, let's go to hell.
He walked in the fire, the heat rising high,
like a frog in the kettle, didn't see he was burning alive.
What is one man's life to a thousand.
Suicide?
That's just for fun.
Pitch black gun.
He was the fiddle, they were Charlie Dan,
standing over, standing looking, laughing down at him.
And so he was played, like a little fool,
now he's sitting, now he's thinking. What's a man supposed to do?
Hey would you like a little slice of pie,
Hey would you like to live a meaningful life,
hey would you like a spark back in your mind,
we can give you everything, we can give you life,
that's what we like.
That's our design.
It's suicide,
we're in the schools, like a growing tide.
We're the ones the men, the heroes of the land,
we are born to defend,
we'll kill them all.
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