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Judas of Azalea (Live)
04:15
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When I'm drunk I can feel the good times wash over me
All the smoke of the bar, bathed in collective suffering
But when I'm high I can feel the devil right behind
When I reach for his neck fear shifts it's weight
And it's my face I see as I go plummeting back to earth
When it's you and the darkness separated by this existence
What reflections do you find in the shadows there, brother?
Is it the world we were told of by our dear mother and father?
Is it echoless?
Is it silence?
Or is it the world still raging inside us, recycled forever?
My inescapable fate has followed like a shadow
To meet me here at the edge of the wood
I'm no sort of friend in this wilderness, a darkness lost in wanderlust
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Brother Goliath (Live)
03:56
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And I was awake
Alive in the life you made
Born of my fathers eyes
Really it was no surprise
Oh, how blindness leads to anger
I was born no lamb for the slaughter
Ever since I'd left home, dreams of when bronze meets bone
But I'd learned better than to believe campfire prophecy
"Come here that I might feed your flesh to the heavens
Come here that I might leave your bones for the dogs"
Time would remember our fate and favor your name
Even through the oceans of blood that you brought
We're only separated by a valley
Beset by holy snakes
I've yelled for forty days
My only answer in the echoes
I've waited a lifetime of silence
Now, armor 'round my legs, a tight guard 'round my neck
Is the violence in my eyes really any surprise
I'm no friend in this wilderness
Bloodlust arrogance
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A hardened heart can take you like an ocean parted
A moment of clarity before death rushes in
What did you expect when we spoke in Midian?
Give me the sword and I'd cut him short again
Forty years leaving forgotten graves
Fire by night, mist by day
What did you expect when you gave us snakes and spoke from a bush set ablaze?
Were we all sacrifices on the altar of the desert?
I'd begun to think I followed the snake from the garden to the desert
I was never much for words
And I was never much for this world
My body lays in some forgotten place hidden by the glare of your brilliant flame
Forever lingering in my grave
Caught between the words of Michael and the Devil
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I was angry and I was drunk without enough rope to hang it all up
We were sold a tent revival, but brother, it was only a trash fire
So we let it burn
And I returned from the shadow of the wood
One broken wing, distorted memory And now I am all darkness can sing
Ever since I've been awake, I've been engulfed in light-less flame
I can't unthink the thoughts that've led me to be
Or be unborn again
When I was a kid we brushed the blood over the doorway
And watched death pass down the street
God, I just want to sing about something else
To sing about more than eternal rest or ever wrong that's ever been
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What great words could I have to describe the boundless edge of the infinite
When every word is incomplete
Only an utterance as the sounds disappear
Moses couldn't bear the burning bush, and I, a look into the stars
"This can't be it. This isn't real," I whispered to the indifferent silence
Love's not a spark but a fire burning this side of life and the other
Someday when the stars are still again, will you breathe life back into a world not worth loving?
Or are we to be forgotten, reconstituted without our knowing?
Were we already here for millennia before?
After the silence we'll wake up to a new life
A promise of an empty grave and a new world at our feet
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Faux/Fox Pensacola, Florida
RIP 2014 - 2023
Noise from the bastard part of Florida.
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