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Quijada/White Eyes
04:24
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(Quijada)
Not to scream out
Please don't let me fall
(White Eyes)
A stifled breath in a rolling column of ash
A blinded watch against an endless fog
To power a purge to greater suffering
Beyond this haze an even greater doubt
Into the fields a carrion arm
Reaching for a greater hell
Prayer for cessation
Into every setting sun
Every pallid sunrise
atrocities to come
I see a clearing
A false horizon
But even in the light of day
A prayer for cessation
Until we leave as no more than what we have left
Until every one of us has gone
Into the fields a carrion arm
Reaching for a greater hell
Into the fields a carrion arm
Reaching for a greater hell
Than now
A prayer for cessation
Into every setting sun
Every pallid sunrise
Only atrocities to come
I can see a clearing
A false horizon
But even in the light of day
A prayer for cessation
Prayer for cessation
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Cutters
03:12
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Writhing at the foot of the mountain
Convulsing in an ocean of flies
There’s a flickering in the distance
Flash of green in the sky
Flailing naked into the tundra
Embroidered veil glass & ice
Specks of light out of blue air
Emaciated face in the sky
There was no light
There was no ascent
Cut off
Chopped
Cutting
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Hollowed
03:00
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Marching onto to us
We are weeping on an island in hunger
Always this falling
Always this falling
This growing stagnation has left me hollow
Always this falling
Always this falling
Fading into a greater incertainity
Always this falling
Always this falling
Leaving me hollow
Marching
Onto us
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4. |
Small Prey
03:24
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Obscenities from the burning distance
White masked children in animal shapes
Looking forward to the barren savannah
I began to scream uncontrollably
CLASPED HANDS NO RESISTANCE CLASPED HANDS NO RESISTANCE
I’m not to keen on fits of repentance
You go on carving me up
In pieces after memory
Small prey, small prey
Our miracles are meadows on fire
Our miracles are animals in flames
An inhuman voice
I begin to scream uncontrollably
I’m not to keen on fits of repentance
You go on carving me up
In pieces after memory
Small prey, small prey
Small Prey
Small Prey
Small Prey
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5. |
Gulls
03:23
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6. |
Rattling the Teeth
03:21
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There is no reason
To hide your face
Cover your eyes
Blot out the sound
There is no future
Never release
Always this now
There is no reason
There is no cause
Only this torment
Only this calm
Born in a panic
An ocean of tears
A flesh colored hell
Always this now
There is no future
Never release
Always this now
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Fate
Has left me here
And struck me blind
Sore eyes slashed out
And left to die
Unceasing peace
Asleep in ruins
The grinding teeth
Immobilize
I am speaking
For human beings
Amputations
Disappearing
Whose best guillotines
Massacres converge
Weeping in tall grass
Catacombs succumb
A GREAT SILENCE IS WAITING
Sing tongues peel, a warm sound
Garments of Light……
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8. |
Untitled
04:04
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