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INTROMISSION
01:44
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Jesus had a son.
It was me.
He is not proud.
But won’t put me down.
There’s a birth on the hill
The son for a son
Eat the fruit less devoured
Die on the cross under God’s hand.
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DAMPE'S INFERNO
02:33
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I wonder if the man with the boneyard in the back is proud of what he has.
He walks around with a look on his face
Of sweet macabre and an invincible rage.
Happy to let the flowers die under his loathing eyes.
Every petal down is a love he’s lost trying to fit the mold of everything he’s taught.
Am I in a ditch, dressed to the 9’s?
Or a stump you found on the side of the road under a heedless rain?
Am I a story you’re gonna tell when I’m gone?
You’re a silhouette of a seed
Growing nothing where something used to be.
There’s an inquiry burning in my mind.
Will you start at the end and laugh your way back
Or cry your heart out when my death knell rings.
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BROOD AWAKENING
03:54
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Fill the time
Fill the space
Fill the void
Fuck this place
Came home too late
But look what I found
A briefcase full
Of flowers and gold
Won fair and square
In a heretic’s game
Where the rules are scribed
In the blood of saints
Bull true fan
Dynamic man
Kiss the hands
Of your black mass
I’m done with staying inside
A prismed mind
Colorful eyes
That you wear with pride
We prance around
Like dancing lambs
Eating ash
Round a fire
This night has gone on too long
Lust has lost its luster.
Tomorrow I’ll come along
To undo all of these wrongs.
Be free
Or be obsolete
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CRUEL RUNNINGS
04:02
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The dichotomy of being a savior with a split tongue
You can burn white hot and shiver yourself to bed
You’re left wide open
I edge my demons when I’m bored
Not to mention this abscess
Made up of all the straight and narrow roles
Do I look good in these clothes?
Do the sleeves hide the garbage well?
My shell flips me off with a smile
Adds another notch in their belt
It’s a good day for a reckoning
I wanna help but I’m in hell
I had heroes but they all fell
Was it easier when I didn’t know I was dead?
Can you take me out to the shed?
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5. |
DR.ED BOWL
04:11
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Broke my mother’s heart again
Every day that I don’t pray is another day in hell to mend.
What’s that count up to now?
That guilt stretches for a thousand miles
All the way down the aisle
There’s so much unsaid in this land of free speech
There’s so much untouched between us and these sheets.
Just let go
Of the plague
That binds you to a fable where you’ll be saved
Hell is risen, and I think he likes me
You gave me wings
But kept all the feathers
Now we’re old ghosts
Is it ok to be ok?
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Jadewick Memphis, Tennessee
Zo-Guitar, Vocals
Sameer- Drums
Barrett- Bass
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