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Repetition
03:13
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Tall men don’t march as straight as young boys
Their curved spines are wearing thin
Crippled from the effort of holding up their heads
This’ll never be their year
Exhausted from the act of sleeping in
Something’s dead and barren inside his head
I don’t know if I’m ever coming in
My frame won’t fit
So I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go
Can you lower me to better ground?
So I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go
Can you lend me a shorter stance?
What skin must I love for me to be a man?
The rough grooves don’t pull in
With that I can take my heigh to somewhere else
Something far from here
So I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go
Can you lower me to better ground?
So I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go, so I’ll go
Can you lend me a shorter stance?
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In Spades
03:34
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Brothers born in white light always have time
In youth they will be kind and won’t disown
Firm hands and rare harsh words never touched ears
Brother wash your hands now for the evenings
All I want is you right here
To save me from my danger years
Pull knives on me, hang me at night
Arm up your wit, that razor sharp slit
Brothers born on wrong coasts will face low tides
In time they will both drown from the pinpoints
Flimsy in their footing they will draw marks
Brother stick your blade here, make a fresh wound
Pull knives on me, hang me at night
Arm up your wit, that razor sharp slit
Pull knives on me, hang me at night
Arm up your wit, that razor sharp slit
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Commonwealth
02:59
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They told me of colors far up north
Buried from my reach, buried in dirt
You won’t find them until you’re too old to dig
Happiness won’t come until you’re sick
You won’t find true love, you’re not worthy of hands
You’re too far from heaven to even stand a chance
Unfaithful boy, you’re so arrogant
Ungrateful soul, you’ll suffer under it
I screamed out so loud I woke up the clouds
Awoke a lust that cast a heavy shroud
God did not mutter, God did not speak
No words were spoken for so many weeks
You won’t find true love, you’re not worthy of hands
You’re too far from heaven to even stand a chance
Unfaithful boy, you’re so arrogant
Ungrateful soul, you’ll suffer under it
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Battle Trance
03:02
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Drawn-out stories that resonate with glory never really march inside my head
Dark complaining with twisted anchors swaying always seem to suit my needs the best
And I’m so used up due to all my luck
There’s no end for me unless I take it all myself
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Every thought in my head tonight ends with eyes under vicious lights
Looking at my pupil’s lack of life, you’ll see it’s better off when there’s no more light
When there’s no more life
When there’s no more life
I used to think of the night as a friend
Someone who was there from beginning to end
A scarecrow dream pecking at my hand
Stuff me with hay, don’t discard me
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