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Blood and Water
02:32
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Disconnected lines atrophy lost somewhere between blood and water. What new rituals do you perform inside your shrine of discontent?
Bodies fall but more often stay silent, can we begin this life again? Lost memories can we break the silence written inside these lines that silhouette?
Disconnected lines atrophy lost somewhere between blood and water. What new rituals are there to learn to earn my place inside this longing?
Bodies fall but more often stay silent, can we begin this life again? Lost memories can we break the silence inscribed besides these lines you won’t forget.
And don’t forget that this story has a middle and an end.
This forced retrospective, this awkward introspection is all that’s keeping us down.
Lost somewhere between blood. Lost somewhere we won’t forget.
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Against Deliquescence
02:23
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We’ll sabotage the stability of me, this circumstantial conspiracy of good intentions. Simplify this Complexity, ignite the pyre of your apathy.
Immolation sparks cultivation, this unrepentant execration. We’ll light the fires, we’ll flush it out. Purified we’ll watch it all go down.
This is the last time you’ll see me.
We’ve lost it all.
We’ve gained it all.
We’ll Sabotage the Stability of me, imbue it all with energy. We’ll Simplify this Complexity, create new structures, live life on our feet.
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Nod
02:18
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Escaping, evading, eluding tomorrow.
Can we take it back and start again?
These days of sun-born reverie, our bodies to exalt. The distant spires beyond the pale, these days of fire and salt.
Escaping, evading, eluding tomorrow, the sun sets, and rises once more. These episodes will decompose. Together we’ll combust.
Can we take it back and start again?
Remember those days?
The star rising on the plain reminds me that all of this must end. Our foreheads bear the mark, and so we march on from the dark to the dark.
These days of sun-born reverie, our bodies to exalt. The distant spires beyond the pale, these days of fire and salt.
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Rejoice Not
02:11
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Your glory faded once the dark covered your eyes, and now you’re nothing but a lifeless shade.
Drinking the victim’s blood you wax repentant, oh how far you king of violence.
Shadows call for us all.
A heretic’s heretic.
Apocalyptic voice drowns out the silent ones, dragging the fathers through the ruined streets.
Infernal rhetoric blinds onyx eyes, but not I, I choose this blasphemy.
One by one, Eschaton.
A heretic’s heresy.
Walking through the dark woods, not every wild voice you hear is a prophet.
Dancing with the darkness, not every wild word you speak is prophecy.
A heretic’s heresy.
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Every Generation Boston, Massachusetts
Every Generation is:
Vocals: Jim
Guitar: Matt
Bass: Terry
Drums: Strunk
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