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Purr
06:51
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They bend out of shape, They stay that way
Five words replaced by one,
One hope replaced by none
Criminals! Criminals!
Crawl through the streets, Slip through your windows And under vour sheets
Criminals!
Crawling through your sheets
Criminals!
Underneath your streets
And they purr behind your ears,
These tigers in your bed
Seduced by gluttony
And all the things you've ever wanted said, are lost
You find comfort in that
Oh you had some stunning words
inside that heart of yours
Reduced Reduced
To the everyday, So commonplace
Seduced Seduced
and you lie complacent, and you lie
as they move in like wolves upon your daughters
I can't describe the color I taste
When the lamb is sent to slaughter
The grayest of reds,
The reddest of grays
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Lares
05:20
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LARES
nothing is pure, there is no crystal clear
you can reach, but you won’t touch the sky
nothing
hands, heathens
build reasons
and all the hands of all the heathens
won’t close to pray for the warmth of salvation that couldn’t be further away
the things we build for you
like a child reaching for mother
your arms like temples stretching for father
the things we build
and all the hands of all the heathens
won’t close to pray for the warmth of salvation that couldn’t be further
brothers, sisters, heathens use your hands
and build me promise
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Patience Does Me Wrong
03:12
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PATIENCE DOES ME WRONG
i keep my head down, down, down
too heavy to keep up
the concentration of words is the light dripping off my lips
protest, please let us not regret
Or resist this touch , similar to song
conveying my nature, conveying our nature where words have proved wrong
the concentration of words is the light dripping off our lips
protest, regret
the concentration of words
and your hair, let it down
but your dress, keep it on
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4. |
We Follow Our Footsteps
05:08
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WE FOLLOW OUR FOOTSTEPS
tell me, tell me is it instinct?
tell me tell me is it decision?
our wants, our needs, impulses tell me,
is it sin?
we cannot be forgiven there's no one to forgive our painter, we have painted
we follow our footsteps into an end, self created erase it, erase it
meager legs into eager sand
sink, sink, sink as we stand
our painter, we have painted
a god pure electric for men made of neon our hearts alone pulse electric our words alone will drench the sky with lights so bright
we're in heaven now
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COMPLACENCY IN A BEAR TRAP
unclothe myself, expose myself
so bare and flightless, thin and heavy
stumbling pride fumbling words
i tried i searched
for me for you
i tried for me i searched for you
unclothe myself
unclothed, exposed
your hair is white white like snow
but i can still see the black in it
uncloth myself expose myself
so scared and silenced
mumbling helpless
because your pattern has left us
stumbling pride mumbling words
i tried, i searched
for you, for me
i tried for you, i searched for me
unclothed, exposed
in a life abbreviated
i ache for purpose but lose to convenience.
your hair is white, white like snow
but i can still see the black in it
we are veined, we are not wired
turning brown, don’t cover me
don’t cover me, color me
turning black, don’t cover me
don’t cover me, color me
we are veined, we are not wired
color us
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The Temptation Of Saint Anthony Boise, Idaho
2003-2008
Boise, Idaho
Colin McKenzie
Mike Laurence
Dustin Derosier
Blake Luker
Thom Byrne
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