1. |
Covetous Smoke
03:06
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Hold, let go.
Hold, let go.
Pungent, cold cologne.
Walks the cobblestone.
Radiates a fog.
Stopped you walking home.
Better to not combat the hold,
as the covetous smoke captures your soul.
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2. |
D.C. Al Fine
03:39
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VERSE 1:
Seated, tightly buckled. 8 and 4.
My muscles seized, and I can't reach the floor.
The column's locked, or maybe it's these bones.
The more I contract, the less I control.
CHORUS:
D.C. Al Fine.
It's the same old dream.
D.C. Al Fine.
What does it mean to me?
VERSE 2:
I've found myself akin to the depraved.
A family of cannibals that I cannot escape.
I watch them as they hunt and kill their prey.
My heart wants to run. My fear says to stay.
CHORUS 2X
VERSE 1
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3. |
Under the Umbra
03:44
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Bright flag, b-roll footage of the crops.
Papa gone da check the locks, he heard a noise.
The monsters stand outside the solemn chalk.
Consequences if they cross, will be deployed.
In the name of God, in the name of dog-eat-dog.
An entourage of pawns, pitches camp in the fog.
From the bravo castle to the blood-soaked abattoirs.
We storm the oily shores, tracking mud across the floor.
CHORUS:
From under the umbra.
From under the umbra.
We march on, everything.
VERSE 2:
Kerosene, there is me. There is you.
And I can't help myself.
A drunken, manifestation of destiny, laced in
That fresh franklin smell.
(That I could smell all day)
Where's the line? Yours or mine?
Is it time, to decide who will write the next stele of vultures?
Take the trees, build machines, fill the tank, eat the meat.
Press repeat. And don't let it haunt you.
CHORUS 2X
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4. |
The Corduroy
05:36
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You're weaving to and fro.
The Corduroy woke up you up,
from a lovely slumber.
You were never one to color, inside the lines.
VERSE 1:
The cousin of death awaits,
on her stump. A stone's throw away.
I can feel her gravity swinging me,
to a quiet place.
I've learned to keep the water below my chin.
These legs must kick or surely I will sink.
A war is being fought behind these eyes.
Two quarters rest upon them, til Horus is revived.
Til Horus is revived.
Til Horus is revived.
Just gotta find the Corduroy, the Corduroy.
Just gotta find the Corduroy, the Corduroy.
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5. |
Trebuchet
06:00
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Drag.
This ball and chain.
This model plane looked bigger on the box.
Such hollow things these promises become.
Load the trebuchet.
You'll find a net to catch you when you
(jump)
Barefoot, I want to touch all that is new.
Be careful. A healthy life has rituals.
Time passed, is time never returned.
And that literally scares the hell out of me.
Load the trebuchet.
You'll find a net to catch you when you
(jump)
(I am floating. I am just floating)
I've been tossed in the pulchritude.
Time has lost its' parachute.
I've been tossed in the pulchritude.
Time has lost its' parachute.
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