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Service
02:21
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2. |
Bright Black Box
03:48
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I can't trust my mind
But I won't say goodbye
I get lost from myself
But I suffer well
Relax all your worry
Hold close to what you carry
You've written their show
Nobody should know
Your secrets
Keep you safe
So I ask myself
Who is the villain?
Tell me what I feel
so I don't have to feel it
Keep your voice down
This circle comes full
Until it’s broken
You can't be god
Without the dark right hand
Paint your picture now
Pour yourself into vision
Show it in the dark
Then put it behind the curtain
Relax your worry
hold close what you carry
You've written their show
Nobody should know
Your secrets
Keep you safe
So I ask myself
Who is the villain?
Tell me what I feel
so I don't have to feel it
Keep your voice down
This circle comes full
Until it’s broken
You can't be god
Without the dark right hand
Your secrets
Keep you safe
So I ask myself
Who is the villain?
Tell me what I feel
so I don't have to feel it
This circle comes full
Until it’s broken
You can't be god
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3. |
Sermon
03:58
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You look to the sky expectant of returning gaze
You pray to your god with claims of consoling word
You preach your faith to the broken and the weak
What they don’t know is...
You hear evil in your ear
No, there's no angel on your shoulder
My sermon is your fealty
Oh, Ensure the good have a fight to live for
Counterpoise of the pure
Your eyes as clouded as the sky forged in your mind
Your prayers as desolate as the elysian fields
Your words forsaken as your heart and promises
Oh how unaware they are…
Hear me whisper in your ear
No, there's no angel on your shoulder
My sermon is your fealty
Oh, Ensure the good have a fight to live for
Counterpoise of the pure
Unveil uncertainty
Deflect salvation plea profess assimilation
Lascivious plea for what whispers in your ear
No, there's no angel on your shoulder
My sermon is your fealty
Oh, Ensure the good have a fight to live for
Counterpoise of the pure
No, there's no angels
My sermon is your salvation
Oh, Ensure the good have a cause to die for
Counterpoise of the damned
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4. |
Mourning After
06:09
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Savor the sweet
Savior is weak
Lust goes unfed
The glaze of red
18 index (the fairest singe)
Single point perfection (vanity sin)
Fluorescent glare (cranial ache)
Purge unholy scarlet (rid of dishonest clot)
Help along disposal path
Sour nectar for mourning after
The birds that hum will not feed
(Heads are bowed, black sun silhouette)
Sorrow will not suffice as sacrifice
Dancing warmth will have never been
(Healing lament, habitual repent)
Protect your knees
Pray with me
among the trees (silent fall)
from grace
Honey flower scent (lace of preserve)
For those who rue (void of deserve)
Incandescent glow (illuminate the flow)
Purge all hieing clarity (fracture fervent mask)
Obstruct along mercy’s path
Sour nectar for mourning after
The birds that hum will not feed
(Heads are bowed, black sun silhouette)
Sorrow will not suffice as sacrifice
Dancing warmth will have never been
(Healing lament, habitual repent)
Rise..
Rise..
You're not done here..
Fear
Graveside bitter air (Chilled despite summer glow)
The gathering of hollow stare (Release body and mind)
Broken ground, spoken in round (Detached comfort, solicit convert)
Purge of stricken embodiment (only spirit dregs remain)
Eyes closed, Believe what you see
Sour nectar for mourning after
The birds that hum will not feed
(Heads are bowed, black sun silhouette)
Sorrow will not suffice as sacrifice
Dancing warmth will have never been
(Healing lament, habitual repent)
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5. |
Ad Astra
04:13
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The fear grips the heart of the soul
Murmurs surround, spin and spin around
Go and go among the lonely pacing crowd
Thoughts destructing, creating, intimidating
Scream to the ground, dream and dream aloud
Take the hand of nearest traveler, it’s the only way to fly away
:
To the end of the road
Leading to, the barricade of cloud
Ascension of mind, the soul declines
The hierophant defines
the martyr’s end of path
Falling through the splitting of ground
Descension of will, the soul deserves
Only the dirt of the path we chose
The panic grips the heart of the soul
Murmurs surround, spin and spin around
Stop and rest and wait among the lonely pacing crowd
Silence destructing, creating, intimidating
Scream to the ground, scream and dream aloud
Shun the hands of the passive travelers, it’s the only way to fly away
To the end of the road
Leading to, the barricade of cloud
Ascension of mind, the soul declines
The hierophant defines
the martyr’s end of path
Falling through the splitting of ground
Descension of will, the soul deserves
Only the dirt of the path we chose
Slow we go
Silence grows
We go alone
Stars are home
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