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Ritual Love Everyone
03:44
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Sacrifice the time it takes to live, in place of a thousand lives
Let’s cut each grain of sand with a knife
To understand that tragedy is inherently never-ending (inherently never-ending)
To say that we understand is to say that we are lying
To say that we’d rather leave is to say that we’re not trying
Trying
I know you’ve heard me talk like this before
Sifting through your sacred scars
And I know
I know nothing’s kept sacred that isn’t kept to yourself
Blasphemy
It’s pulling teeth again and again and again
Now give me your fucking repentance
Repentance repentance
Dry your eyes with my affections spotlight
I’ll watch them evaporate one endorsement at a time
Sound echoes through our cavernous hearts
Nothing of value, our memories carved in parietal art
Shattered wind, please wash these walls clean
Echoes
To say that we understand is to say that we are lying
We are lying
Sacrifice
I know you’ve heard me talk like this before
Sifting through your sacred scars
And I know
I know nothing’s kept sacred that isn’t kept to yourself
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2. |
Death Exempt
03:34
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Abstain us from death's kiss
Free her from it’s violence
Silence met with silence
Silence met with silence
I’ll be hanging on the day you have something to say
Was this always the plan?
Oh, let us pray
She said “Let go of my hand”
If you’re leaving, I’ll follow you down
We’ve never been so damn close to the ground
I’m so sorry I wasn’t there
The sickness you couldn’t share
The verses they made us sing
Just to keep our souls from burning
When the color vanished from her eyes
Could you hear us screaming from the sky?
“Help us”
Deafening silence, bring us your light
Trade us a trivial plea for urgency
Microcosmic glass, pull out the shards
Just keep the word and have heart
Oh God, don’t let her die
Fall apart
Please, don’t let this love die
As above with a noose and silence
So below with my lovers hand
If I hang, I’ll be liberated
I cant live on with your fucking plan
I’ll be hanging on the day you have something to say
Silence met with silence
Silence met with silence
If this is how it has to be
Keep the word
Drag me down
Force me to breathe
She said “Let go of my hand”
If you’re leaving, I’ll follow you down
We’ve never been so damn close to the ground
I’m so sorry I wasn’t there
The sickness you couldn’t share
The verses they made us sing
Just to see you smiling again
It’s all irrelevant now
The highest of hymns came down
I’m sorry I let you go
But I am alive now
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3. |
Precious
03:57
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I could fold my hands
I am not feeling what you are
Holy
But your eyes are on fire
Smolder where the tears should be
Our lives
All our lives mean nothing,
unless they’re sold with grandiose, postured cut-out newsprint
Bed the mice
Now rise
Now rise up to claim your prize
Her rights
Her rights in flames
You want all of the pride and none of the shame
You take all their pride, but won’t give it a name
I could bow my head
I’m not feeling what you are
Holy
But your eyes are on fire
Smolder where the tears should be
We are so precious
And yet our lives mean nothing, until they’re sold with altruist preaching
All while you were screaming
“But it’s not mine,” you say
“Hey, it’s not my problem”
You want all of the pride and none of the shame
You take all their pride, but won’t give it a name
“But it’s not mine,” you say
Cue the choir
Let your wicked ego escape
Lacerate them with faith
The truth will pour out
Fuck it
Only heaven remains
Rip the cords out
Only heaven remains
Can you feel the love?
Lines drawn from antiquated fables
You’ve plunged your idle hands in vacant cradles
Cradles
A shallow submersion saved no one
What choices keep us decent when she has none?
Now rise
Sing of life
With pitch-fork tongues
Exhaling archaic soot to spread your fire
Cue the choir
Let your wicked ego escape
Lacerate them with faith
Rule out the rest of her life
Fuck it
Only heaven remains
Rip the cords out
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4. |
Limbo Conditions
04:41
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What time is it?
Lost in endless space between death and this
I think I was awake when rapture came
A distant snarl said “scorch this fucking place”
Or maybe rain?
I think I slept when rapture came to choke us
I swear, they heard us sing with perfect pitch, feathered wings
I did not say anything
Speaker with no words, with no outlet
It would tear me apart if I wasn’t stained on this blood-soaked prayer necklace
No words
No outlet
No map
No atlas
They taught us god’s will
I found there is endless choice, endless slants
But not enough second chances
Enough second chances
Is it too late to choose a fucking side?
Give another try
Forgiveness for all the spared lives
A trade of modesty from bloodlust zealot pageantry
Or wavering faith from deistic apathy
Cynic with no map, with no atlas
It would tear me apart
Prophets, trinkets, all just a juxtaposition of peace
Of violent stains on this blood-soaked prayer necklace
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