1. |
Blood on Blood
02:42
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In the dark of morning
When the sun hits
The deepest corners of my soul,
The regrets that won’t pass
I’m sorry Dad,
The lines in sand for me
Were canyons for you
That you couldn’t cross
And oh, my mother
I tally up your sins
On the flesh of my legs
While you adorn your face in masks
Propane cascades across my soul
I lit the match so I must pay the toll I draw the lines and I
Count the sins
And someday my lies must come
To an end
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2. |
Just Like Mary
04:42
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Moving still life
On the other side of town
Lover in strings
Oh, won’t you take me down
I hear you as
I turn you free from me
You’ll disappear
As if you were never here
I have stolen
Missing parts and pieces
That I’ll fuse together
To make you my lover
But you’re never
Just quite right to me
Though you may be perfect
To everybody else
You run away
A prodigal son or daughter
The days are comin hotter
And still you’ll run farther
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3. |
Song & Dance
07:27
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I can see the façade you’ve erected
The ax to fall down
On my neck
I can see your burden when you get home
But don’t worry, my yolk is easy
To find
You paint your face so many colors
A mask towards the world
Yet it falls to the floor when you walk through that door
This cycle will remain unbroken
Put on your song and dance
Your song and dance
There is no chance
Obscure their eyes,
Cloud their view,
And pray your god they don’t see you
You worship your money
You know that it’s the
Root of all your sin
You show me that I’m Satan
When you turn that shoulder you’ve frozen
Prepare a face for the masks you wear
Come back in from the cold night air
April drowns in God’s black tears
Wept in regret for making your stare
Put on your song and dance
Your song and dance
There is no chance
Obscure their eyes
Cloud their view
And pray your god they don’t see you
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4. |
The Sowers
05:53
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Flyers of the execution
Are being sold around this town
Mossy greens and bloody reds
Paper the walls and the bathroom stalls
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
“From this seed we’ll build our gallows
On this rock we’ll sacrifice
The exercised, the outcast
Will dance from rope that we spun
From the seed, from the seed, from the seed”
We only said
There are more voices you’re not listening to
We only said
That we built this burning house too
Haunted man, our advocate
Stand for us, don’t go astray
Our silenced sorrows don’t bother them
There’s something more behind their eyes
Unknowable, unknowable, unknowable
We only said
There are more voices you’re not listening to
We only said
That we built this burning house too
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Thank God your eyes
Blinded, blind as Baal
Couldn't see the remnants
Of my bloody tales
Stories have been
Etch-a-sketched in skin
I was a ruthless child
Play-punishing my sin
Hidden in sheets
Your mind wanders far
Midnight, the candle burns
And your eyes are stars
I will love you if you ask me to
And if you're feeling sinister
We will go through
Our gentle night
Caresses the head of the screaming man outside
But we won't fear him
I will love you if you ask me to
And if you're feeling sinister
We will go through
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The outside air shivers and snuffs
Out fires leaving only the soot
To fall from the branches, skeletoned trees
Ice cream in the freezing winter
And leaves like paper under hooves
Prayers left kneeling on the street
It's not that you were so hateful
It's not that you were so full of pride
It's just that I didn't listen
It's just that I didn't hide
Some phantoms, they still live there
Barely clothed, cups in their hands
They'd go away, if they'd just listen
If only it'd stay this cold forever
Memories wouldn't fade into sand
In the cold I will forget all my sins
It's not that you were so hateful
It's not that you were so full of pride
It's just that I didn't listen
It's just that I didn't hide
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8. |
No Name 3
02:59
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We arrived too late
Our mouths were opening
I turned off the light
So, come on, night
You're a witness, you
You've seen me interrupt
A good, old-fashioned fight
So, come on, night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Watched the dying day
Blushing in the sky
Everyone is uptight
So, come on, night
Everyone is gone
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
Home to oblivion
I know we're not
Illegitimate
In our hearing
So, come on
So, come on
So, come on, night
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9. |
Looking Glass Saints
03:10
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The devil has a father, one
Who can bend and twist the world
Where I am, seated upon
My throne of white sheets
And meals through my silken arms
But oh, look at this, look at this, look look at this
You sit in your tower of mud
Drinking from your looking glass
Does your water taste of cyanide?
Do you know what you now feel inside?
Anger that my father, he's still alive?
The pen falls by the wayside
Now's the time for war and strife
There's no way of knowing what is to come
When you only see yourself
The draft you drink will be your death
Demons array against me
They kneel above my throne
They are two many to count
They both have no one around
They can't hear my sounds
And they're falling down
Down down down down
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10. |
Every Mirror
04:21
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And here I sit
Inside my rubber room
A strand of the sun's hair
Falls down on the floor
The only light in here
As my fire fades to black
Your face was my every flaw
Eyes that told tales of mistakes
I could see how they were right
I could see how I might
Have mistaken you that night
For someone I could love
I pop my fingers
And they fall to the floor
I've broken every mirror
And I've freed the hinges of their doors
If I ever sleep again
Memories will settle
Like dust upon the floor
I'll have to tear up the boards
But there's no food for
My fire that's dying
When the world rots
All around this rubber room
I will only sit and stare
My only worry or care
A strand of the sun's hair
Only inches away
I pop my fingers
And they fall to the floor
I've broken every mirror
And I've freed the hinges of their doors
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11. |
Ballad of Majorette
05:47
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You ask me if you'll survive,
A knife piercing your breast
And what can I say
But I don't know
I don't know
Marching away
The legions you love so much
Will come to kill you in your sleep
If you love them too much
If you love them too much
Too much
And what can I do to say
What can I do to say
"Go away forever!"
And what do I mean when I say
What do I mean when I say
"Get away from me!"
Now go away, go away from me
And go to sleep
In the hole you came from
And leave a feast for worms
And this is my song for you
And all the things you do
Cuz you're what got me through
From the good times
From the good times to the bad
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