1. |
Your Majesty
03:58
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A huddled mass under a cross
Arms at his side bent at the knees
Seek out a pulse, recon, retreat
Do not interact, do not relieve
There’s something here, it’s overgrown
Don’t say you can’t feel
The great stillborn air, just look around
As all the lights have blackened out
Buildings spill out into the streets
Deep in a well the children sleep
The insects, they swarm around the weak
We are servants to a fatal flaw
Descend, descend
There’s nothing here, seeds left unsown
Don’t say you can’t feel
The great stillborn air
Are we merely here to bear witness to the fall?
Your majesty has gone
Your majesty has gone
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2. |
They'll Come For Us
04:12
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Keep the doors closed windows boarded up
Soon they will arrive
Play her favorite games by candlelight
Keep her occupied
They’ll come for us tonight
Burrow in the makeshift caves she loves
Toys lay at her side
Can you read that story once again
Right up to the end?
What will come if they do not return
and the beasts tear at the walls
Down the depths we’ll slip out through the cracks
Eyes locked on the path
We’ll come for them tonight
Under the gaze of satellites
Who’ll come for us tonight?
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3. |
It's All Yours
04:46
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Now you take the lead it’s all yours
Show your best step
Hair tossed back dress wound tight
It’s all yours tonight
Soaked in pure black sea we bleed light
like wine-drunk fireflies
Scuffmarks on the floor in circles
You always wanted more
There can you see that bridge is so far
Your hands slip through mine to ruin
all I have left
Heiress to the storm you drift off
and live only in my mind
There can you see that bridge is so far
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4. |
Non Nocere
03:38
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Sallow faces are drawn yet you want to go on
Bodies seeping blood yet you want to go on
There’s nothing more to be done yet you want to go on
The pressing weight of vows, little to no meaning now
No more meds, fluids gone, close your eyes and move on
Let go
Free me from your pain, this dark and sickly cage
Into the open grave, shadows to be saved
Still you haunt me from your beds
Bitter voices in my head
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5. |
The Measures
04:58
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Wake up and pack, the engine’s on
You take the moon, I’ll grab the sun
Avoid the shadows until the dawn
Aside from us there can be no one
I’ve got this saving grace wrapped up inside this box
Where cardboard people sit and wind their little clocks
When money burns and empires fall
Through the streets the blind silhouettes crawl
They make a move, we’ll take them down
Burn the bridges, lay ashes to the ground
I’ve got this saving grace wrapped up inside this box
Where cardboard people sit and wind their little clocks
Get out and walk, the engine’s off
In the guiding light, keep heading south
Float on debris don’t make a sound
I hear them coming
There is no saving grace wrapped up inside this box
Just a parting gift for each of us
I’m sorry, we have lost
Just tilt your heads back
Take it all in
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6. |
Beacon
04:18
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Out there somewhere a live beacon hides
Buried in sty
Shining through ash and debris
The hollowed people don’t believe
Don’t tell me I’m wrong
Out here nowhere a plague ruled by fire
Burst from the mire
Orange clouds shield out the sun
The blackened dust seeps in your lungs
Till the last one falls to a cold blank stare
The engine must rumble on tracks of disrepair
Keeper of beacon light you are
Envoy of poisoned minds you are
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7. |
You Fed Me Lies
04:52
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Here we come undone
We will be changed just like you said
Loved ones laid to ground
Gone is the place where I used to turn to
Behold hades blaze
Soak up the joy
The time has arrived for only the few
The fortunate few
When will trumpets blare to signal the end
as you have devised?
Or have we been misled
A lifetime bought in only to be sold out
Lies, all lies
You fed me lies, masterful lies
All fattened up with lies, all lies
No one to save us now
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8. |
Bled Dry
04:17
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No more second guess, no tied up to the pole, hovering
The ladder sits in waiting, no more shall I climb
Leave me down here
Forked-tongue acrobatics, spewing from the tubes
No, no, only silence
The birthright paints a landscape
Remains stacked to the sky
Never will I wonder when the waters will run dry
Bled dry
Don’t fight
No wisdom for the leeches or bargain afternoons
No, no, this is solace
None fittest for the bloodline or point to classify
Leave me down here for the hours to decide
Bled dry
This retrograde will happen
Don’t fight
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9. |
Watchmen Never Speak
03:49
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Your bastion thrives deep in the trees
You won’t see me come
but arms will open wide
Look at my scars, sob-story, bleeding hearts
Such easy prey
Rosy cheeks get kissed goodnight
I’ll wait, I’ll wait
Trust a fickle captor outright
You won’t see me gone
Stripped of all you have
Slumber is defeat
The watchmen never speak
The watchmen never speak
Curse this circumstance
Revenge is what you seek
Now you’ll understand
If not I, then someone else
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10. |
They Take
05:16
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Your bastion thrives deep in the trees
You won’t see me come
but arms will open wide
Look at my scars, sob-story, bleeding hearts
Such easy prey
Rosy cheeks get kissed goodnight
I’ll wait, I’ll wait
Trust a fickle captor outright
You won’t see me gone
Stripped of all you have
Slumber is defeat
The watchmen never speak
The watchmen never speak
Curse this circumstance
Revenge is what you seek
Now you’ll understand
If not I, then someone else
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