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Survival / Tactics
03:09
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I will sacrifice what it takes that I may survive
Violence, reclusion, the blood of the tribe
Through this we all may thrive
A blade sunk deep, holy sacrifice
A wound named youth, never.
The code required of me
A dagger bearing sleep
For my salvation I must cull the herd
Painted blood red, ire in these eyes that burn
These words, my heart
Made still a world of
A mother's weight, borne with her eyes
..., that we may survive
Our wrists
Violence, such necessity
This well dug deep
No empathy
The code required of me
A dagger bearing sleep
No love
No empathy
Snuff out the warmth in me
The weight of a mother's eyes
Swelling forth, this tear-stained tide
Come of age upon the altar, a desperate offering
To a god who does not answer his childrens' cries
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A path traversed again and again
My stride grew long and reached across the seas
Misery come again and again
The sentence of our fathers' sin: to toil
Samsara, this machine we call life
The work of bearing wounds that will never heal
No escape
Find purpose in the pain
Your cold embrace
A state beyond rage
All the dreams that were never our own
The nails from our hands exhaled
My crumpled body into your arms again
Find me there, we will be shining with crippled
glory never known
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Violent / Apparition
03:36
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The sickle blade of the moon rises
A nightly harvest, your shadowed gaze haunting
every dream
Stand before me
Make of my home a shallow grave
Every memory, winding tendon
The very curvature of autumn leaves holds your
shape
Your words: the sound of gnashing teeth
We are each without innocence
Let this alone be clear
I have gazed into countless voids
Yet it does not appear
The demons of the day gather at the door
My tattered wings a smoking shield, battered,
spent and torn
Your vision and my guilt
The length of my halls and their deaf ears
I reach out my hands but it does not appear
When your spirit stares back, the features warp
My jaw, my brow
Offer tears, pound on my ribs
Expel and again devour
Let the door swing wide
Bear witness to my own apparition
White knuckles
Shaken breaths
Horns and halos near
Call these names together and it will appear
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I Can Tell You About Pain:
I can tell you about the ways that we can never
understand what another needs
The lies we tell, the roots we break
My tears rain down like broken glass
My body bears their mark
The burning days that I cannot face
Something in me that I cannot change
This city gathers in at its edges
At every corner the baying of hounds fill my ears
Grinning mouths, flashing eyes
Each enslaved to our own desires
I can tell you about pain
I never wanted to be born into a world that would
hate me
That would curl into avarice and yearn to hunt
me down
A panting deer, a caged bird whose song grows
ever weaker
A caged bird singing still
This city gathers in at its edges
At every corner the baying of hounds fills my
ears
Grinning mouths, flashing eyes
I will not be a slave to my own desires
Through my blood and tears I achieve eternal
grace
Through the rape of something holy within myself
Wisdom through suffering
The first lesson and the last
Watch as the light opens up
Every time I self destruct
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5. |
Hunger
05:09
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All the riches of an honorable life denied
My mouth wide, distending hate
The tramps and beggars in my throat pouring
forth
To wrest the riches of the flesh, to wrest any
moment of light
To never speak your name again
To never speak your name again
You who the light walked with
I will carry on
Our perfumed days have all gone down in the
east
My palms turned upwards for fate's blades
Their slow caress down the length of each and
every arm
To stumble across every yawning abyss
Past your reach and swallowed whole
To never speak my name again
To never speak your name again
You who the light walked with
The table at which we sat
My fruit gone rotten, my wine gone to vinegar
I will carry on under your disappointed gaze
The crushing waves of my yearning
The embers of our years washed away
Wash me away
Were my hands always so bloodstained
Did we always hate eachother so
I would ask the soil itself, just this once
But I know it cannot hear me anymore
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Itami Albuquerque, New Mexico
𝙽𝙼𝙷𝙲 / NI∀Ԁ
Sebastian Ward - Bass/ Vocals
Carlos Jauregui - Guitar / Vocals
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