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Track 01
05:32
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When the roots have been tainted
and branches begin to decay,
no longer will there be a perch
for the birds to sit upon and sing.
O' father,
I will find a way to save you.
I'll tear the cancer from your limbs
and take it for myself.
And when the leaves envelop me,
let them bury the scars
of a boy whose wings
were not fit to be king.
Just take my hand.
I'll find a way
to tear the cancer from your limbs
and take it for myself.
Just take my hand.
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Track 02
04:52
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A noose hangs from a tree
containing all my dreams.
I count them on my fingers,
never reaching past three.
I trace your visage in the fallen ash,
Misery is so good to me.
The vultures circle above,
as the sky changes shade.
Or is it my vision failing me?
Through the ash, I see locks of gold.
But the last thing I see?
Your eyes staring back at me.
The serpents uncoil from the green and bind my knees.
I've never felt anything so serene as they pull me under.
They pull me under.
If I sold you my soul,
would you grant me peace?
Only in this life and not the next.
Would you take my sorrow
and drown it in the sea
of my sins and wrong doings?
Take it out back,
and put it on it's knees.
And when it begs for sentience,
kill the beast, but leave the crown.
Kill the beast, but leave the crown.
Nearing the end with a crumbling heart,
my anguish is loud and furious.
I care no more for the light of day.
What's done is done, decisions can't be unmade.
Even a bitter man learns to love his suffering.
Designed grief greater than what fate has assigned,
yet still I cling to the roots with no way to climb.
Indomitable.
My sins.
My wrongdoings.
My sorrow.
Indomitable.
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3. |
Track 03
04:04
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The chalk faces are smiling at me now,
while Mrs. Death laughs on in the background.
The pictures frame breaks, the foundations collapse.
I'm searching for answers to the questions I have yet to ask.
The pictures frame breaks, the foundations collapse.
I'm searching for questions to the answers I have yet to tell.
Working backwards hoping that the truth will wake me from this nightmare,
But life doesn't work that way.
Memories repeat in my fragmented mind,
replaying scenes through multiple takes.
Dissecting each key frame because someday that might be all I have left.
The chalk faces are smiling.
Life doesn't work this way.
Working backwards hoping that the truth will wake me from this nightmare,
But life doesn't work that way.
Memories repeat in my fragmented mind,
replaying scenes through multiple takes.
Dissecting each precious breath.
That might be all I have left.
The chalk faces are smiling.
On in the background,
foundations collapse.
The chalk faces are smiling at me now.
Foundations collapse.
Foundations collapse.
Foundations collapse.
Foundations collapse.
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Track 04
04:01
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Quiet now, put your ears to the ground.
Hellhounds are coming, they're coming.
Blood covered fields, blood soaked feet.
Premonition or present situation?
Elahrairah, Frith, Inle.
I beg, I plead, I'm bargaining.
Hellhounds are coming, they're coming.
As cunning as I pretend to be, it hasn't slowed death.
Where we're going, darkness doesn't even flinch.
"What is, is what will be.
There is no bargain."
My courage is so much less than it once was.
My spirit is so much less than it once was.
Dream, brother.
Asleep in the sand, with the ocean washing over.
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Track 05
04:49
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The roots sprout from the floorboards.
They tether to my spine.
I can hear the walls breathe.
A storm of leaves envelop me.
Each branch; beautiful fruit.
Each piece, a memory.
Paintings of days gone by,
that I deprived of sunlight.
The roots sprout from the floorboards.
They tether to our spines.
Tree trunks coated white keep the citrus alive.
I come undone.
My spine becomes mangled by your roots.
My limbs deconstruct and grow anew.
The threads come apart,
ripping at the seams.
I try so desperately,
to bury it beneath.
I can't hide this hideousness.
No one knows.
No one knows.
Pick up your feet and run, boy.
The flesh doesn't matter anyway.
I am what once was me.
I come undone.
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Track 06
04:13
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Someone please tell me I'm dreaming.
Serpents slither out of the dark
and into the light wearing familiar faces.
This symbiosis burns.
Crestfallen, we are.
Her voice rises up like a choir
and the melody is deafening.
I place my hands out in front of me,
bracing for the fall.
Wait.
When you lie awake wondering what went wrong,
I want you to remember my mother
and when you threw her against the wall.
I need you to feel her fear.
I need you to feel her pain.
Feel her betrayal.
Feel her shame.
Please tell me I'm dreaming.
Wake me from the nightmare.
I place my hands in front of me,
bracing for the fall.
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Track 07
04:41
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Revitalize all of my fears,
and speak to me through dream.
Gather what we need, ragged cloth on our feet.
Beware,
Don't touch the vulture's wings.
Don't touch the vulture's wings.
The scavenger has stolen my heart,
and part of my soul.
Message received,
Though I know not the language.
Traverse the cavern in search of truth,
with fear as my guide.
Hesitation.
Figure it out.
Figure it out.
Revitalize all of my fears
and speak to me through dream.
(Now put your ears to the quiet.
Slow.
Abandon ship.
Take but consume.
Crawl.)
Someone wake me up.
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Track 08
04:59
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The dullest white I have ever seen paints these walls.
Your gown and sheets match just the same.
Rain clouds form outside your window,
leaves flutter like hundreds of scurrying feet.
Glass shatters on the floor, swept away by wind.
I wonder what caused the tree branches to become so bent?
I remember falling, but I'm trying to climb.
Your gown and your sheets match just the same.
Time slows down during the crawl,
as I sink into quicksand.
I place my head on your chest
and I hear your voice clear as day.
Do you see the stars?
So beautiful, so carefree.
Gather them up. Gather them up.
I'll see you soon.
The moon is falling from the sky.
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Warren of Ohms Tempe, Arizona
One-man noisy noodle band.
[Ohmu Collective]
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