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The Bog
02:52
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From the rivers of the world below
To the bog runs what Charon sheds
Pockets emptied of all that's owed
Down in the bog they do collect
All these passengers won’t keep
Fall in rivers cold and deep
The ring, the mirror, the story, the song
Down in the bog they all belong
Impedimenta, a lifetime’s hoard
Cast them away, there’s always more
When all the world is repossessed
And still unpaid, that earthly debt
Abject, scrape the clay with plow
Digging for the bog bedecked
Charon’s lamp swings at the prow
Down in the bog they do collect
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Rex Imperator
03:09
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With primal forces tilling earth up below our feet
Wild manes whip in the breeze
Like myths of speed and strength
Lit by the spark of a fuse
Chasing three ships leaving Spain
Down the road reflected
In the glow of hearts electric
Ride the double helix
To impossible Edens
Beyond the eyes of death
Circling in black pools
Stealing little pieces our machines replace
Beyond the gates of reason
The drums are not yet stilled
Three ships smash their prows
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3. |
I Used to Be a Crow
02:49
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I used to be a crow
Got bit by a snake
I escaped from the tomb
With some fucker’s face
I used to be a crow
I got a family curse
Chewing at my heels
I got a stranger’s soul
I'm a human shield
The devil comes to collect
And steal everything I have
A promising career
A box office smash
There was an accident
But do they exist
Broke every last heart
Worst cardiologist
I’m trapped in a frame
A spirit in a cell
Living on in pictures
Flip book from hell
Do you see what I am
Does anyone care
If there’s nothing outside
Am I even really there
In the coal black sleep
Where it rains all the time
I used to be a crow
Every motherfuckin' night
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4. |
We Bring Fire
02:52
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Forgive us our fires
We only feared the cold
A world of night, a starless sky
Fields of pandemonium
We are home
Carrying drums of bone and wire
Offerings to stone
Sing only for those who set fire
Water yet unknown
Mourning choir
Calling us back home
We bring fire
In our hands of smoke
Nomad child
A season to roam
Freedom knows the roads are liars
Silence stands like soldiers in rows
We are home
Seedlings, tremble as you face the sun
As we burned that future
So now we burn our relics
Learn to peel, learn forgiving
Balance the jars
Carry them home
Learn the songs no one knows
You will not be alone
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5. |
O Villainy
01:49
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Midnight, let the games begin
The wraith arrives
For the reading of my crimes
Showtime at 3 am
Wide awake to watch the past repeat
Ecstatic flagellation
There’s a decade at least I’d be delighted to delete
Condemned to decency, I’ll ride out the bid
Hose me down, dress me up, but he knows what I did
Bodies and plunder locked away in the basement
There’s a demon in the vault who knows the combination
Midnight, another fresh hell
A montage of madness plays in my cell
Dizzy and squirming, torment as art
The demon cackling - he loves this part
Don’t ask what I’ve done
Preserve the present intact
When God opens up a window
Catch me slipping out the back
Memories make enemies
Of time’s merciful repairs
I shudder with shame
And go numb from despair
The dead live again
To swallow happiness whole
The demon bows deep
Then reprises his role
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Swollen wolf with a shepherds crook
Takes a hundred hides for one holy book
In the holding pen, you don't know whose
Never dwelled too much on that pile of hooves
Calling a wolf to lick your wounds
A bolt of truth from the blackest cloud
Your little friends can’t save you now
A prayer before the lights go out
Your little friends can’t save you now
A knife shows up, the lambs lie down
Your little friends can’t save you now
No, your little friends can't save you now
Madness stalks another season
Drives a panicked flock off the edge of reason
A kindly fool claims ignorance
When he’s letting wolves inside the fence
Never was too fond of the pets
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