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And The Spokes Broke
03:51
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I think it’s an omen
Omen.
Noun.
Prophetic significance.
Something which portends, or is perceived to portend, a good or evil event or circumstance in the future. An augury or foreboding.
I think it's an omen.
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2. |
Borrowed Time
05:56
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The little hand chases the bigger one
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It’s a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
We’re all on borrowed time
We’re all on borrowed time
Stumbling for peace of mind
We’re all on borrowed time
The little hand chases the bigger one
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It’s a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
The whipping hand lashes the working one
As the killing man judges the bodies hung
Now he’s a thinking man ethically overcome
As his bloodied hands question what they’ve become.
We’re all on borrowed time
We’re all on borrowed time
Stumbling for peace of mind
We’re all on borrowed time
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I’m screaming
Wishing i was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
The shriveled hand envies the eaten one
As the shifting sands cover the fallen nun
She’s had gentle hands now they are all but burnt
As these rippled lands give praise their final verse
We’re all on borrowed time
We’re all on borrowed time
Stumbling for peace of mind
We’re all on borrowed time
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3. |
Uncanny
04:04
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Electric god in my arms I see your flower
Electric god in my arms I see your flower
Call me a lotus the blue magic of potions
Pensively seeking knowledge that’s so easily flaunted
By someone like you, someone like you
Breath life into death from the mud
Contemplating the meaning of love
I never knew I’d be brought to my knees
Wanting to die with you, die away with you
Baby come on kiss me slowly
Let me feel you
Baby come on kiss me slowly
Let me feel you
This uncanny valley of my mirror picture
This unworthy talley of my inner victim
I feel it’s breath
On the back of my neck
Hair stands up, hair stands up
Whispers and moans
Chills through my bones
Hair stands up, hair stands up
Take a deep breath
Shivers and sweats
Hair stands up, hair stands up
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4. |
Ritual Fires
09:09
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We’re all headed to the ritual fire
We’re all headed for one last pyre
You daylily flower
Open up to land
Color water’s hours
So we understand
We’re in your power
And on her hands
Before you lit the fire
You were a kinder man
Amon-Ra
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5. |
A Change in The Wind
06:24
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I think it’s an omen.
My child a change in the wind forces us to smile
Favoring sin, choices of denial
Brings us back in chains to Daddy’s trial
With our lock step
Two smoking barrels they seem to breath dread
Pushing our bullets when we don’t need them
A change in the wind is what we are breeding
With silver ions in our rain clouds
Call of sterling patricidal clout
With our argent skyward obfuscated bow
Take a bow I’m a monster
Hit you in denial you imposter
Have you dropped to your knees with the wind on your back
Yeah Daddy had his last laugh
Yeah Papi got his head dropped like a monster
With a sword in hand called Excalibur
Ha-ha now you got the fantasy, it’s real
Now you see the fallacy, know the deal
Now I make your women scream, feel it all
The crimson wings of wind and stones
Dropped line and bought new numb
I’m a monster, pop your head drop him
Daddys on his knees son
Excalibur is pleased now
With the fresh blood of the patriarch dropped
The little hand races the bigger one
As the young man gives to the elder one
It’s a brutal stand giving your all for none
When the little hand catches the bigger one
We’re all on borrowed time
We’re all on borrowed time
Don’t forget to live your life
We’re all on borrowed time
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6. |
Stories in The Stones
07:32
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Blind to crystalline carvings
Cosmic wheel of foolish minds
A life embraces the fallen
Etched out runes of forgotten times
Sublime in its recalling
Read the stone or play the mime
Look to the stories hidden in the stones
Stones throw away I am your seeker
Hit me upside the head with a brick
Building the steps of the temple is medicine
Pyramid Builder
Rock and extol
Have you ever heard the tale of the two Gods? No? Oh, now one of them is slow. He takes his time with grand movements and creates all we can see with our eyes by having a strange connection with the void. He pulls from it slowly, pulls from the shadow. But he’s there to help us. As the other, his brother, his peer, now he’s the quick one. Moves fast. He’s the one that plays with the lights and the starshine. Now it’s been said that these two Gods, they have been in an eternal battle with Mother Death and all Her kin. It has been foretold that one day Mother Death shall kill all the pantheons of the Gods. But our two Gods specialize in making Gods. And so on the death bed of the carcass of our fallen Lords and Queens, these two shall create a mortal child. Now this child will be of the flesh, will be one of us. But her past lives will be that of all the old Gods and she shall become a living deity and shall conquer Mother Death herself. And lead us, and lead us to a new day. Bring us to a new age. So always heed our two Gods, the Slow and the Quick.
What you want from the day of the old one.
They will say it was magic. They will say it was magic.
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7. |
Mother Ripple
06:19
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Ah ah Mama
Everytime you dance for me there’s no more trauma
Just swimming in your ecstasy there’s no more drama
There’s only our affection see
Your my lover and I love when you move with me
In this city of raindrops love
The way that we appease
Every bit of our emotion
In this city of raindrops love
The way it feels when you with me
Everything can stop
But my heart won’t stop the beat
Ah ah Mama
Everytime you dance for me there’s no more trauma
Just swimming in your ecstasy there’s no more drama
There’s only our affection see
Your my lover and I love when you move with me
I was looking for you, you was looking for me
Trying to get God in my waters
You was looking for me
Mama, I don’t need to see the sunny days
When your raindrops wash all of my shame away
I don’t seem to mind I’m feeling much the same
As when I treated life like I was playing games
I’m looking in you for lust
Loving you searching in me for a mass dance
Love coming for me, coming for free lust
Loving you searching in me for a mass dance
Love coming for me, coming for freedom
In this city of raindrops love
The way that we appease
Every bit of our devotion
To your turning, churning teeth
To this city of raindrops love
The way it feels when you with me
Everything can stop
But your pulse won’t miss a beat beat
Ah ah Mama
Everytime you dance for me there’s no more trauma
Just swimming in your ecstasy there’s no more drama
There’s only our affection see
Your my lover and I love when you move with me
Mother Ripple
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8. |
A Murder in Flight
05:04
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Murder, murder, murder on your tongue
Let it out you
Flying devil looking at birds in flight proud
Nurture nurture looking for blood
Let him bleed out dry
Murder murder murder on your tongue
Let it out
Slow down, exit the moon
Late curved in the light
With silver spoon
Rocky dissension
Of a sound I cover with my mouth
Remember where we’ve been to next
Remember where we’ve been
Remember where we’ve been to next
Remember where we’ve been
Remember where we’ve been to next
We temper an old new codex
Remember where we go to next
Hold to the lineage, lineage
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9. |
Undying
04:45
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I think it’s an omen
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dead gods are the new gods Providence, Rhode Island
ᛖᛚᛁᛊᚢᛒᛖᚦ ᚹᚱᚨᛖᛏ ᚱᚢᚾᚨ
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