1. |
Boundary X
04:20
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2. |
Leather Wings
03:16
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wings beating madly against the glass
the day proceeds with an excess of
profit taking
never enough, never enough
finally, at home with the wife and kids
all needs met, but never quite enough
thank god, he thinks, they need me
leather wings folded for the night
the titan of finance makes his plans
for the next day's carnage
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3. |
Locusts
08:19
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I know the times are changing
I know the day is coming
I know the day of reckoning is near
black locusts fill the air
riding winds of avarice
on wings of greed
smiling grinning
posing leering
hailing taxis
clicking wings
the locusts have their way
godly ones unite
gather all their might
parlay with the Right
they know not
that the devil smiles upon them
seeking riches
from the pain of others
sinister scheming
with like-minded brothers
wealth flows up
the path of greatest suffering
caring not for
the wake of destruction
thread the needle
with the camel
road wide and easy
passage to destiny
start walking
godly ones unite
gather all their might
parlay with the Right
they know not
that the devil smiles
upon them
bread and circuses
fill the days and nights
mass market heroes
provide the image
the shared illusion
perpetuate the myth
of greatness
from the ashes
of the shattered dream
breathes a voice
of empty promises
agent of change
more of the same
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4. |
Puppet
04:14
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pull the strings
and nothing happens
puppet dying
on the floor
empty eyes
fixed on shadows
of all the time
that passed before
of all the time
that lines the future
time those eyes
shall never see
all those moments
frozen crystal
each reflects
a piece of me
gazing
through the mist
searching for
the other side
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5. |
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pocket full of dirt
rattle of bones
a dry wind whispering low
strangling vines of
the seeds you've sown
crucify you with their thorns
nurture your desire
in a pit of need
strapped in a slave ship hold
race to the bottom
lashed to the bow
waiting for the ebb to flow
it's a long night of sweat
when the dreams of the past
tremble in the shadow of fear
there's the heel of the boot
on the face of the truth
saying what you're wanting to hear
cast your gaze back
at the flickering world
and the deepening pitch of the night
and it's a long, cold way to daylight
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6. |
Paradise
07:23
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won't you follow me
to paradise again
just like all the countless
times before
we'll slip through the shadows
in a shimmering light
chasing back the darkness
of eternal night, again
won't you cross
the chasm with me
on a bridge of desire
just to gaze into the face
of the sacred fire
we'll warm our hands
against the belly of the beast
take our leave
and head into the east
again
river deep, river wide
the way is lined
with the corpses
of foul dreams
the bloated bodies
of the ones you left behind
bob to the surface
with their faces
coated with lime
the shadows
of the many
who have come
this way before
fall across the road
like the branches
of broken trees
you can learn from them
die from them
it's your choice how you
tick away your time
river deep, river wide
won't you follow me
across the sands of time
it shifts beneath our feet
and falls to the other side
we'll cross the endless sea
on a ship of lead
casting off the shackles
of impossible dread, again
I stand in the shadows
I fall down to my knees
fear is all around
it is the thing that feeds
the hunger inside of me
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7. |
Black Sun
05:40
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the sun is black
the sky is red
the future is past
where the path has led in this hollow land
skin glistens with the tears of the world
beacon of light eclipsed by the sword
in this land of plenty
hallowed be thy name
I know what I can do
I see tomorrow
and my head's on fire
I hear the thunder
and my head's on fire
I see nothing
and my head's on fire
hear nothing
and my head's on fire
I see nothing
I hear nothing
I know what I can do
I'll strike the spark that sets the world on fire
searing anguish through the halls of power
fan the flames on the funeral pyre
plunge the knife into the heart of desire
birth pains to a world of sorrow
dance in shadows of a new tomorrow
I dream a world where the sun is on fire
dream a world where the sky is blue
dream a past where the future's alive
dream a future where the past is true
I see nothing
I hear nothing
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8. |
Rapture
05:03
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turn your eyes to the east
no savior in the clouds
only clouds of poison waste
illusions die without a trace
lift your voices in despair
at the suffering you have wrought
your children choke on your excess
nailed to the cross
of your arrogant blindness
you cry out in desperation
o hear my prayers my jealous god
where is the rapture? take me away
rescue me from this hell I've made
night falls slowly
your final rest is on its way
you thought you could
hit the ground running
you thought you could
make your escape
you thought you could
take what you wanted
you thought your god
would save you from fate
turn your eyes to the east
no savior in the air
no avenging angels there
just you and the world
that you've created
night falls slowly
your final rest is on its way
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9. |
Heartbeat+13
06:13
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garden of pleasure
forms from the night
transubstantiation
darkness to light
eat of my body
drink of my blood
murmur hallelujah
wait for the flood
ashes to ashes
dust into dust
blaspheme the host
do what you must
hallelujah
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