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Prayer for Mosquitoes
03:51
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I wanna be different I wanna be full
I wanna be compacted at the center of a black hole
And in that eternal moment just before everything stops
I swear just for a second I feel or I am god
I'll tell you that I'm sorry but we both know that's not true
It's just me and this mad hunger there is no room left for you
Now you're screaming spirit prison trapped there for eternity
I think is this some addled vision or is this reality
I wanna be better but I'd settle for being gone
When the going gets tough the weak just run along
I guilt trip like a master you pour out free ethanol for me
Soon I'm breaking into our friends' rooms stealing pills while they're asleep
I'll tell you you can trust me but we all know that's a lie
I just wanna fall apart completely let out what dwells inside
Now we're swilling this unholy blood like we're mocking the devout
Drinking demons to cast these demons out
Oh mercy mercy mercy please
Can you banish what's left of me
Dark star's growing stronger and this skin don't even fit me
Mercy mercy mercy mercy
Mercy mercy mercy please
Can you banish what's left of me
Dark star's growing stronger and this skin don't even fit me
Bury me face down under my favorite tree
They say the dead shall rise I hope that isn't true
Just wanna close my eyes and slowly sink into
One long unbroken moment of deep dreamless sleep
After all I've done that's all someone like me deserves
Still I want the last word
I hope those wings you built carry you home my friend
I hope they write books about you long after your end
I hope those wings you built carry you home my friend
I hope they write books about you long after your end
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Seraph
03:45
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I feel you pressing against my skin
And I am burning up oh I wanna let you in
See you there at the corner of my vision
taste your sharp truth on my tongue I wanna destroy our divisions and cleave to you
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy
Raise your voice and scream
I'm on fire in my dreams I'm on fire in my dreams
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy
Reach for Perfect Nothing
I'm on fire in my dreams I'm on fire in my dreams
After annihilation comes the final clarity
Nothing in me that is not you this is all I wanna be
Let your oneness overwhelm me into noneness I will cease
Oh brought by fire into your dark light undone by your awful beauty
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy
Raise your voice and scream
I'm on fire in my dreams I'm on fire in my dreams
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy
Reach for Perfect Nothing
I'm on fire in my dreams I'm on fire in my dreams
Fear is just a shadow
Hesitation no
Just to touch you and be whole
I let you swallow my soul
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Before the bridge collapse were you there
And in Pripyat did you proceed the terror
Oh Watcher why were you sent
Are you warning taunt or lament
Like giant wheels with many eyes
You crack the skies and terrorize
Swooping down out of the West Virginia night
Your Seraphim stare sets my soul alight
And in those fires strange visions writhe
I wake in cold sweats forseeing the end of times
Everyone is worried that I have lost my mind
See your face in blackest night and I'm sure that they're right
Oh fearsome winged thing do you prophesy
Like beings of old sent from up on high
Is this fear holy this trembling sanctified
Do you carry messages from the inscrutable divine
Or are you shadows caught in streetlights
No more than blurry photos of a bird of prey in flight
Or are you some demon sent to hound us
These nightmares madness these catastrophes nefarious
Your strange visions stranglegrip my soul
I wake up screaming spitting words that I don't know
Everyday I'm worried that everyone will die
Hear your wings whisper in the night and I'm sure the end is nigh
I believe I believe Watcher protect me
I believe I believe guide my feet
I believe I believe I believe cast your aweful shadow on me
I believe I believe I believe I believe
Teach me how to see teach me how to speak
Teach me how to see teach me how to speak
Teach me how to see teach me how to speak
Just off the road
Outside of Point Pleasant
The messenger waits and watches
For its prophet
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Let's make a sacrament out of me and you
Come with me we'll take our bodies down Drexel Avenue
Lay down on that altar white the blood in your veins
It's singing it's singing it's calling my name
Carve the sacred numbers let us begin
You look unspeakably lovely with script scrawled across every inch
Stretch every known boundary to its breaking point
And I am reaching for you cross this ever-thinning void
Our knives cut deep our ecstatic shrieks
Fill the sanctuary like hymns red-tinged and sweet
Let me take you into the Mouth of Madness tonight
We'll pluck out our eyes and pull out our tongues sing such praises see such sights
And in the black beyond something smiles
And its eyes burst through our skin we are so tenderly defiled
We blood stained angels built to rise
Every loving wound brings us closer to the sublime
As everything breaks down as two melt into one
Our fluids are congealing on the altar of our love
Consciousness wafer-thin ascendance beckoning
You look in my eyes surrounded by white light say my sweet one we are becoming
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5. |
Catalpa
02:15
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I remember sky-tower strong leafy arms
unassuming calm power tough rigid bark
Center of yard
Nexus of heart
Reach my arms toward the stars
And split me apart
Hot summer nights just getting on dusk
I ran from inside where storm clouds billow up
In the center of
This cold rigid thing
Small green leaf white bloom
Fleshy Petals flecked with dew
Wet ice cream bar clutched tight in my fist
Watching last night highlight your branches
Center of yard
Nexus of heart
Reach my arms toward the stars
And split me apart
In the center of
This cold rigid thing
Small green leaf white bloom
Fleshy Petals flecked with dew
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Caldera
02:12
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Release, release, release
Give us some goddamn relief
From the sin that we do without cease
Release, release, release
Caldera, Caldera, Caldera
Wider than our darkest dreams
Ash enough to cover all screams
Caldera
Release, relief, release, relief
Caldera, Caldera, Caldera, Caldera
Release, relief, release, relief
Caldera, Caldera, Caldera, Caldera
Release, relief, Release, relief
Caldera
If something isn't done
We'll burn down this whole entire earth
Redeem us of our wrongs
Be the one who blinks first
If something isn't done isn't done
We'll burn down this whole entire earth
Redeem us of our wrongs of our wrongs
Be the one who blinks first
Oh Caldera be the one who blinks first
Oh Caldera be the one who blinks one who blinks one who blinks one who blinks one who blinks first
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Drexel Avenue Death Church whizzing by on a late winter night
And I'm driving with you tryna go the speed limit I don't wanna rush these good times
I wanna hang out with you in every basement
We'll make fun of oogles and scream Hail Satan
And when we get home we're gonna watch cartoons and eat junk food
Me and you fuckin' rule
You love me cuz I'm a creepy dork no longer tryna be cool
And I love you my angry commie twink don't give a fuck what anyone tells you
Let's get married and tour across this nation
We'll live off Taco Bell and sleep in gas station parking lots
If we get lost sad angry or tired
Our love will light the way like a scrappy trashcan fire
Keeping us safe and warm through the night
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Bad
02:17
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You say it or you feel it every day
Depression digging claws into your brain
Sometimes not even sad but still insane
You think there must be a reason it don't change
You think you're bad you think you're awful
You think that you deserve this constant pain
You think you're bad you think it's lawful
That you should be under all this strain
I'd just like to take this chance to say
Your's is an inaccurate refrain
You're beautiful and strong in many ways
The things you make and do truly amaze
And you're not bad you're not awful
Your small victories don't get the medals they deserve
You're not bad it's not lawful
In fact my friends it's quite the reverse
I know it's bad I know it's awful
I know you think someone must be to blame
But I know you're good I know you're awesome
I know this song won't fix it
But I'd certainly be remiss if
I did not insist that you are
Good
You are great
You are perfect
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9. |
Prayer for John List
03:46
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You fought and fled
I think I know why
On the inside you felt nearly dead
You would rather survive
Did you talk to god before you did it
What did they say
Did you ask forgiveness
Did they beg you to stop or to stay
And the DJs play their dirges as their souls went up to heaven
Was it regret or relief in your heart as you knelt and prayed over them
Shrouded in old sleeping bags left to rot in that cold house
Did you think about how they bloated and sagged or did you just block it out
Before you left you said you were going on vacation
Isn't that funny a vacation from what from the dead bodies in the ballroom
Dead bodies in the ballroom and your neat cursive script spellt out exactly exactly what you did
But when they caught you you said no that's not me
I'm someone else I swear check with the office of social security
And the DJs play their dirges as their souls went up to heaven
Was it regret or relief in your heart as you knelt and prayed over them
Shrouded in old sleeping bags left to rot in that cold house
Did you think about how they bloated and sagged or did you just block it out
Was it true belief
Was it just a habit
Were you just trapped and scared mimicking parents' patterns
Do you still hear god's voice did you ever even listen
What did you tell you students about Job and about Jonah in the ocean
18 years of freedom for you to turn yourself in
But I wasn't surprised when they said they had to go looking
If I could I'd tell you there's more love in god's heart than anyone can understand
I hope at least that they obsolve you I don't think anyone else can
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10. |
Psalm for the Risen Dead
03:24
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We faded away one day
After a long process of decay
Nothing left to say
Just headstones with old names
Thought for sure we wouldn't make it
In my dreams my heart stopped dead
Woke up on fire screaming Jesus
Can't escape what I was back then
Don't look back keep your eyes on the black
Strain to see light hope you're doing it right
On that last day we'll tear down the cemetery gates
Rise singing from the grave everything's gonna be remade
No sinners and no saints everyone's gonna get saved
On that last day, on that last day
Let this old town slough off its skin
Let something fresh and green begin
Everything forgiven all made new
Under hope's arch I'll wait for you
No dry bones only full spirits and souls
Strain to see light pray you're doing it right
On that last day we'll tear down the cemetery gates
Rise singing from the grave everything's gonna be remade
No sinners and no saints everyone's gonna get saved
On that last day, on that last day
It went wrong before it began
But you smashed that bottle and I held your hand
Sorry I wasn't a better friend
That I was just a buzzard in human skin
There's a lot that I would forget
But I still remember those cafeteria steps
Playing with you into the night
Got most of it wrong but that was alright
I know just why I can't be there
But God dammit I'd fly to you from anywhere
I know just why I can't be there
But God dammit God dammit
Day's new light let the scales fall from our eyes
We're all perfect grace doused in blood or dressed in lace
On that last day we'll tear down the cemetery gates
Rise singing from the grave everything's gonna be remade
No sinners and no saints everyone's gonna get saved
On that last day, on that last day
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