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Predates Recording
05:22
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Some nocturnal chime
of some antichrist
Flew in the window
On raspy wings
Floats motionless
Above the beds
Peer long and deep
at sleeping beings
The kind of evil
That predates recording
Had plenty time to grow
When we were just dust
Plenty time to grow
Some say that's right and just
Evil should have
A chance too
And that's just what it's got
when it's breathing over you
in the dream you ran
And if there was time
to catch your breath
you'd stand a chance
Tossed over the edge
by wind that must breathe
or the hands that seek
Pitch pit full of tar
In a lake of gasoline
Sound of one match dropped
deafens me
The kind of evil
That predates recording
Had plenty time to grow
When we were just dust
Plenty time to grow
Some say that's right and just
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2. |
New Plight
04:36
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There's an endless search
A sentry over night
Eternal freeze and burn
Progeny of a new plight
Another pail of cinders
Gathered from the flames
Excommunicate the others
Sanctuary for the insane
In the age of what seems
Axis are angled sharply
On high points reason
Has taken its leave
Uncertain on legs
Too high to hold it's weight
Acclimated to nights spent
Locked in their hideaway
I'm walking into the dark
Cause the houses are all wrecked
The lights lost its charm
Broken limbs all heal
Bottlenecked
Must have thought
Each hill was the last
Then they faded out
Like the light
Gone out of the glass
Left parcels unattended
Bones to be still
Never a sheet lifted
The ground at their feet
Pact with traces up to the hilt
Trapped in a motion
Running from your gods
Slow down reducer
The hail never stops
A new plight
Looks like a new plight
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3. |
Fall Apart
02:23
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I've been bathed in dust
also a stalker on the side
nature is seconds to none
I can't get across these lines
So I stub out the sun
in an ashtray
Cherry fades in the eyes
In the eyes
Waited for a meet
in a rheumed down bar
runaway needs a guide
but the train has left
Stay here and levitate
in your chair all night
stay here and levitate
in your chair all night long
Brought back the dogs
and sank all the guns
in the tunnel
On the way metronome pipe drips
and I drift down the subway
Outliers beyond limitations
have no guides
No guides
No gods
Invasive gift
in a search
finds a grip
Becomes a latch
Latched on
Hatched gone
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Nothin'
02:55
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Coughin'
04:54
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Austin Gonzalez Sacramento, California
Is an artist residing over Sacramento.
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