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Swan Song
02:02
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Holy ghost
Why do you hold me down?
Sometimes it feels like the end of days can't come fast enough
If I could change my shape and float away
Then I would turn to dust and ride the skies
'Til I was somewhere closer to you...
But I can't
Still don't know why we're here
Or where we'll go
But under all these stage lights everyone's immortal
Everyone's immortal
Everyone's immortal
Everyone is mortal
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A bird with singed wings flies above
Abruptly eclipsing the sun
The former matriarch misplaced
In the manufactured dusk
Yet, sky-yearning lanterns grace the night skyline of Tokyo
While observers stare from the streets
Displacing the stars
But their radiance can’t pass ours
As descending sparks burn in reprieve
An unforeseen collapse to land
Will we ever take-off again?
The flightless bird mouths voiceless words
Its earthbound hymn of eternal grounding
Still, turbulent waves crash along the Golden Coast of Mexico
As on-lookers gaze from the shore
Entrancing ocean mist
Beckons the cerulean abyss
So, let coursing gulf currents drift you home
To a desolate Midwest state
Shrouded in sterile, off-white sheets
Weary wayward eyes search the heavens
For remaining signs of flight
Burning through antiquities
With space constrained, all senses fade
Abandon earth, sky, and in-between
Last fleeting seconds of an eternity’s day
Passing through the phantom tunnel
Obscured mind you find escape
Tattered fragments of memories past
Once forgotten, now fall back into place
Vibrant view of the ethereal kingdom
Now you're off to a greater estate
Set ablaze by luminous shards
Overlooking a celestial cliff face
Cascading blue and green serenity
Swirl and fold, mesh and fuse to be
A brilliant bent turquoise
And an effervescent aquamarine
Forgoing manmade constructs
Beyond the depths of the midnight sky
When tracing new constellations
Your steady hands guiding mine
Soaring on fractured porcelain wings
Your former vessel previously contained
My eyes forever scan horizons
In pursuit of your royal flames
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Little Birds
03:29
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Nowadays when I open my mouth
Little birds fly out from between my teeth
And I can no longer hold them back
Between every fragile word that I speak
When did you lose that fire
That once burnt bright inside of you?
An exposed and unwilling participant (a simple kind of man)
My cover's finally been blown (four walls are closing in)
Featherless wings flap, and collapse finally feels imminent
Now these thoughts are not my own
Try to embrace this chance to re-renovate this empty space
And reform a renewed sense of self
Now I remember when I lost that fire
My passion, my pride, my energy
But do you still think that you can change the world?
For me, it feels so out of reach
I'm out of reach
Out of reach
Out of reach
Out of reach
Out of reach
Reflect on those days when
When we were young and could compete
But those days are long gone now
We're out of reach
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Vestigial Fangs
03:15
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Carnivorous beings creep around unseen
With a stalker's stillness
Their golden glowing eyes
Keep staring back at me
We haven't caught our breaths in weeks
Nothing but the rhythmic beating of soft sod beneath our feet
Our skin glows; bleached a ghostly white
Step out of the shadows, my children, and bathe in the ever-callous light
We can't afford to make a sound
Lest we get found out
The world may force a change
But know you're not stuck in place
Cast out into the wilderness
With only primal fangs to bare
In survival of the fittest
I'm not even there
Cast out into the wilderness with
Only these primal fangs to bare
In survival of the fittest
I'm not even there...
...here or anywhere
In between
For I've long vacated this body
The shamanistic visions I prayed for
Were nothing more than mere fever dreams
I can feel the earth still thirsts for blood
An urban canopy of rebar and concrete begins to swallow us up
So, lift your lacerated hands up to the heavens
And grasp at the last light beam plunging down
Your bruised bramble mitts reach to meet the hand of God
Bless me, Machina, for soon we'll all be gone
God dammit, I'm awake again
God dammit, I'm awake...
The world will try to force a change
But, no, you're not stuck in
Cast out into the wilderness with
Only these primal fangs to bare
Yeah, it's survival of the fittest
We're all well aware...
...HA!
Cast out into the wilderness
With these primal fangs to bare
It's survival of the fittest
In this scorched-earth warfare
So thrust me out into the great unknown
Where their barren bones walk the littered streets
We're predators on the prowl now
They're fading carbon
They're obsolete
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Sunstruck
04:02
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Well it'd be swell if you'd take my hand
Yell our deepest secrets as we run through the sand
Let's frolic through the garden and just be merry
Take some pictures by the spoon and cherry
It's like lighting fireworks on the Fourth of July
Above us, an empty canvas of a starry sky
Will we light the fuses and paint our masterpiece
Or let the suspense define our story?
Spare me songs about your sun-bleached life
Bonfires left burning on the coast tonight
Out here it's still dead leaves buried by fallen snow
Until the summer sun returns to save my soul
Spare me songs about your sun-bleached life
Bonfires left burning on the coast tonight
Out here it's still dead leaves buried by fallen snow
Until the summer sun returns to save my soul
Take an evening trot across the stone arch
The pale moonlight's all we've got let love hit its mark
A photo memento for the memory
Sometimes love can be so temporary
If I sing into this seashell will you hear me?
A song of beaches, breezes, and sunny days with me
I just hope that my heartfelt message can get through
And you will know how I feel about you
Spare me songs about your sun-bleached life
Bonfires left burning on the coast tonight
Out here it's still dead leaves buried by fallen snow
Until the summer sun returns to save my soul
Cicada drones provide the
Soundtrack to the infinite stars
This still life: a midsummer vignette
Framed by the hood of your car
Waiting
In the dark
With the high beams on
Sycamores sway
To those same
Old heartbreak songs
We loved
How it was
When we were young
As a band from
Our past life sings
"All you need is love"
Spare me songs about your sun-bleached life
Bonfires left burning on the coast tonight
Out here it's still dead leaves buried by fallen snow
Until the summer sun returns to save my soul
So, I wrote this song about our sun-kissed lives
Our summer skin shimmers in resplendent light
Thought I'd leave this place some years ago
Stuck in a steadfast state of Stockholm Syndrome
Summer sun save my soul
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Zombie Surf & Turf
03:27
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Cast a stone
Through a stained glass window
To let the trinity out
Manifest a shrapnel rainbow
And I'll get into heaven
If not by faith then by force
Deeper...deeper...deeper...deeper...
I've been watching your pitiful lives
With a thousand hidden eyes
The ground it feels like it's moving
The air around me is blessed
In unease of variable pressure
Acerbic visions coalesce
Lest I get my salvation
My righteous flames shall ignite your skies
In this shroud of maddening isolation
I am now become Death
Deeper...deeper...deeper...deeper...
Dismantled the father and son
The holy ghost exercised, now you have no one
Do you feel that unfamiliar shiver up your spine?
Inside you, sacred spirits now run wild
Your god has climbed down from his cloud
A red comet crashing to the ground
Broadcasting immolation to you birchwood blasphemes
Get on your knees and submit to your supreme being
(???)
Cast a coin for the fortune of your god
Bound by a transient Zeitgeist
Ticking Doomsday clock borderline midnight
Crisis breakdown pivots towards full collapse
Breathing in the back draft
Turn back, turn back, TURN BACK
Deeper...deeper...deeper...deeper...
Holy ghost, why the fuck do you bring me down?
(Given the choice, would I walk the right or the left hand path?
Holy ghost, who haunts who now?)
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