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We will not let this go
It's not over 'til we taste the copper
It's not that we feel cold
we're just aiming straight for an eversion
Let's screw up every right thing completely
for you and me
We're burning down the places
that we dreamt of at seventeen
I can't shift the sun
You can't change your frequency
I signed I never wanted to leave
Can we light this up and
rub the sulfur into me
This is abalone for you
And we won't go down believing
Do away with healing
This compound's far from being whole
Your scars are made of gold
These strains cascading oh so beautiful
Morning light from weary eyes
Contorted tracks helped shape this scenery
While the straight and narrow path may never grace
our footsteps
I can't shake my bones
You don't talk an awful lot
At least malfunction seems so sincere
Can this light a spark
to fuck it all up?
There's a million of a kind
but to us there's no loss
When the skies come down
We'll become azurite
Celebrate the void
Grasp what's left
There'll be neverending tremors 'til bonds reconnect
Tiny broken parts make works of art
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Let's start calling all the moths and thieves in
Their avidity may break the mold somehow
Our dust adorns the surface
Auriga is out so we may strike Orion
To leave a speck of light
beneath the moons tonight
We distort vestige towards Mercury
Our zodiac's correspond
as traction comes undone
Saturn will rescind all flaws
When the time has come
to face pitch black luck
this hub's procession's begun
to celestial space
The best aid
is to see us off
rident at the sunset
Every interest's paid
Every account is stale
This amounts to nothing
We'll awaken to the sound of trumpets
In the twinkling of an eye we shall be changed
We're sown a natural body
which will not yield nor will it feel the sting
So take a steadfast stand
Our labor's not in vain
Our spirits shall be raised in glory
So where's your victory
in matter's atrophy?
Shiver not, we will prevail
And if you reckon
there's nothing left,
exited to give in
and deny all cycles
then i can't fix that
there's nothing left
It's neither sink or swim
your entail is floating
And i can face that
I can face that
I can face that
there's something left
I can face that
Yeah, i can face that
I can face that
This amounts to something
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Convulse on pressure like an ocean floor
endure until the cadence calls to war
these are hard times to make it out
Defeat may cloud the mind
as broken vessels shroud the light
and plaster bursts like panic in the eyes
Now there are sick leaves to testify
untroubled by the volley
but bled out in friendly fire
Airlocks tight, Firefights
heedful leering at the time
hate your guts, drop behind
cause this may end tonight
cause this may end tonight
Each advance meets it's end through vengeful blows
like conscious efforts to expunge all hope
Let's just plead for an armistice
this deadlock evokes spite
since every motion blurs the sight
these brittle bones won't withstand one more try
cause all those jammed hinges lacerate
white flags will cut the tissue
if the briefing's ill-advised
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Perfect Crime Party
03:26
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Hey Hey
Drag the spectres out
To rid our faces of
this cover up
We will never make a cross to bear
As we try on try on
and elaborate
then stride on stride on
to illuminate
We will never wear the crown of thorns
The voice of reason has an ugly face
no tattered page of bigot tales
The truth ain't buried in ancient graves
compassion paves the lion's den
One cannot fight what's predisposed
and we can't conceal that
we will lock hands with who we adore
Can't you see how
your dogma belts out
that our nature is doubt?
We will never bow before the throne
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I'm on constant leave
could you cover me?
Feels like falling
through a cloudburst of wadding
Now the grounding pleads
to interlink what severed me
from the magnetism
of the lifelines
of the faultlines
The dampening pipe dreams
are burning bright
this isn't my only life
yeah, this is an exclusive lie
Caveat conditions
of bleak opposition
holed up to reach for the sky
Bar the way
from abstractions to truth
as i dissect the grind
i wish i'd leave a light on
I shouldn't have spoiled the instant
shouldn't be so far removed
should be listening to you
Noone could follow this askew stream
Vespucci would lose his sight
if he was taking a stroll tonight
Through unhampered transit
there's slender remembrance
Upward to head for the ground
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Our union at the stake
left lines across my face
like chalk outlines
Underneath the billboard's flames
I may have cursed your name again
I know if we reconcile
we will find peace of mind
as print works turn to ashes
I know if we reconcile
we may just utilize
the oversight of sign posts
We will stage a fight
fake distrust and lie
about each ordinance
Read between the lines
of what's yours and mine
secession meets its end right now
All they told me
was to fight my demons
All they told me
was to quench my beacons
Each passing thought
every change of pace
each flash of wit
made friends of foes
The shattered glass
a canopy of a parachute
I fall back on you
Besides every wrecked limelight
things aren't so clear to see
Under a bright crescent
parallels shall meet
I know if we reconcile
we will find peace of mind
as ashes turn to ground plots
I know if we reconcile
we may just utilize
the small print on the inside
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