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Bullrun
05:38
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Blinders and Reins
03:41
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We're circling a target painted on a drain
Shed our kinder skins
Get fitted for blinders and reins
We are pulled apart fiber by fiber
Redefined branded and sold silent
By night crash our senses
Until we believe
After our years fenced in
We'll be set free
Too afraid to drain toxins
I will not function or feel
I've broken every mirror
I've forgotten what is real
In the arms of the threshold in cold light
Breathing acid through tremors
Convulsions keeping time
You speak under streams
Wrapping us in your sound
When all your color leaves
Recall the time you felt
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Gypsy
04:45
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I've seen our red skies
At the end of an empire
God's relinquished time to us
Spitting out gasoline
Gnashing match teeth
Tongues to touch off that blood lust
We trample our own young to feed
The trust
Spawned and then returned right back to dust
Like lies like sand through your fingers
Like bonds like bombs to your foes
This march is engineered to be endless
Someday we'll hang you by your throat
Lead streams and silver linings
Irradiated children still fight
Hemorrhaging for warhead tithings
Haunting all the ditches tonight (tonight)
Whistlers carve the countryside
(A simple reconstruction)
Your bullets have gentrified
(Your skin's just reluctant)
Your metal rain has killed my bride
(Fits the collateral budget)
We have no choice but to unify
(A single target)
Will we make a recruitment cry
or the next nursery rhyme from this genocide?
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Host to Host
04:29
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Counting all I’ve left
And you’re not amongst them
God’s cursed my flesh
His devils count my steps
House upon the sand
You’re a goddamned ghost
Festering leech in our skin
Crawling host to host
All of these idols I’ve built have collapsed onto me
All the seeds I’ve sewn have grown to weeds
With my stolen tongue
My song’s a scent or sight from weeping
And I’ve cursed your young
Though In dreams I’ve felt his heart beat
Confounding my own conflicting pulse
Trying to beat the sense into me
I’ve drank the distance between us
It’s all so defeating
All of these idols I’ve built have collapsed onto me
All these seeds I’ve sewn have grown to weeds
How many fools have been caught in this web?
How many trophy hearts will you wear around your neck?
And if life can be measured in death
Why aren’t you satisfied yet?
I’ve replayed everything scene by scene by scene I
Can’t find just where you grew your horns
Of all of the promises made
You only kept one
You said someday I’d meet your scorn
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Agency
09:02
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I'm courting the frost
Days from your souls
Our expressions fall
As the years stop your hearts
Hallowed souls, my lord
Broken soil, my god
I hold your ghost
And fade in time with you
Our sins all absolved
In dreams of youth
Hallowed souls, my lord
Broken soil, my god
In isolation
Your forlorn faces
All become one
Truth makes apparent
Youth lost in arrant
Failures
All undone
I can feel your teeth in
The crutch that left me weak
How can this loss feel so complete?
Swept out the delusional
Stockpile of useful folk
These heavy handed funerals
Are played out
Cut out your tongue to spare a thought
Lest your soul be questioned
Back and forth opinions lost
No one pays attention
No
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