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Lost
07:49
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Looks like we lost,
Nostalgia like a cancer for days that never were,
you were miserable then your miserable now,
Yet never before did that thought occur,
Take up that torch,
Handed down by your fathers, and fathers before,
Take that torch now,
Burn down all you see,
Yesterday, today, and furthermore...
Given the blade I would cut off my hands,
Given the chance I’d forfeit my feet,
Take them to stifle plans,
Take them for fear of where this path leads,
Calling on the gods,
To show mercy for the violence of your own hand,
Watch the death toll tower,
And question their grace as you kill all you can,
A loaded gun gifted to thieves,
The storehouse keys placed in the hands,
Of the ones who'd gladly watch us starve,
I have no words to speak,
Says the wise man,
While the fool takes his crown,
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Between
06:13
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I lie awake tonight,
Seems there’s some rearranging to be done,
Putting thoughts in to tangled heaps,
With no hope of ever making sense of it,
Too busy hating on myself,
Too often something,
There are jobs and kids and bills to pay,
I want you more than ever,
And I don’t know what that means,
To exhort,
Desirous,
Advancer,
Thereof
Between you and me,
I’m just not brave enough
There’s a million miles,
I’m afraid to even try,
There are a thousand memories,
This secret you must keep,
We’ve built this wall brick by brick,
I understand it all now,
Though to put it in word would be an act of futility,
You wouldn’t like it anyway,
Some realizations prove terminal,
Perhaps it’s not worth saying,
The thought came and did it’s damage all the same,
Maybe it’s a kindness keeping it to myself?
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3. |
In Holy Violence
07:47
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Hands blue from a cold world,
Longing for the warmth of your fire,
Flesh bringing life to the wild subdued,
Quenched and contained in holy violence,
Embers covet the fuel to burn,
Before giving way to frigid ash,
Before surrender and after which conclude,
In one last act in whole defiance,
And I will not let you go.
And I cannot let you.
Today is the last one,
Yesterday means nothing and tomorrow never comes,
Matters to attend to tend not to matter at all,
The beating of my heart subsides to the beating of the drum,
Today is the last one,
Before giving way to frigid ash,
Flesh surrendered to the wild subdued,
In one last act in whole compliance,
I see in your eyes,
This is the last time,
Soon memory will be the only space I occupy,
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Ghost
04:27
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I am a ghost of your past,
A distant memory carried on your back,
Sleep beside you every night,
When the tears fall - I blur even hindsight,
And we all know,
That you’ll be gone by daylight,
I am the thief in your bed,
I steal the days, your years - lock you in your head,
I promise safety and I take your hand,
Lead you down treacherous roads and tell you it’ll be alright,
And we all know,
That you’ll be gone by daylight,
I still dream too, you know,
Trembling hands, fire, and glistening snow,
And with that to dream comes nightmare too,
Open your eyes to see the latter coming true,
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The End Always Wins
08:07
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She grasped at breath with frail hands,
Knowing full well it would soon slip like smoke,
In a gown most undignified,
In a room cruelly lit and free of comfort and cheer,
All triumphs and failures to her seem the same,
Words pointless to employ,
He sits atop a cliff’s edge,
With all the strength poised that did alight him to this lofty perch,
Freewheeling and longing to be free,
To redistribute this wealth of carbon back to the soil,
Like lightning in haste to the earth from which it came,
With words pointless to employ,
In as much as it starts where it begins,
No matter how you play it,
The end always wins.
She spent her years like tinder,
Sparked and gone only to light the flame of another,
Dedication and sacrifice like water to the sea,
She swam and would drown much the same,
How funny to be a creature so detached from will,
To exist as a cautionary tale alone,
He took everything as though a supernova,
Roaming the earth with insatiable want,
Fractal connections and fractured paths,
Simple pleasures as foreign as the stars,
How sad to have all you want and nothing you need,
To exist as a cautionary tale alone,
In either case and whatsoever chosen sins,
No matter what path,
The end always wins.
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6. |
Life Gets in the Way
06:45
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Would someone break me out?
Observation takes hold,
Drift away flesh and bone,
Life is not like we were told,
Second hand experience,
Manipulate to make some sense of it all,
Report back,
Evaluate,
Grasp at words to communicate - all these things that slip through my hands,
Would you, my love, break me out?
Observation’s taken hold,
Lead astray this flesh and bone,
Life is too short to withhold.
Lose yourself,
And take me with you,
Far from these thoughts,
Far from this cage,
Touch my skin,
Help me break through,
Out from these knots,
To the now engage,
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Murderbait Portland, Oregon
A melting pot of post-punk, psychedelic, 70's kraut-rock, and dark space rock, Murderbait's music/lyrics reveal themes related to the hardships of the human condition, trauma, chronic depression, etc., from a very personal/first-hand point of view, with a strong resolve to conquer these elements through psychedelic art and music, and the eventual acceptance of life as beautiful, in and of itself. ... more
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