1. |
My Confessor
04:35
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Well I warned her
Not to press me
But she came to my door
Tapping three
Aching heart frozen mind
Broken key
I have been sworn now
Back into myself
I’ve been slid so sweet
Back on that shelf
And I hold my spiral
To myself
My confessor likes to rake me
Over the coals
And teach his lesson through conversation
Of the soul
How they would love to
Trample on my free will
But I do well to pocket
Every pill
And I know that they only
Do what they will
And I have told my friends
Not to fold their hands
Oh but they never seem to
Understand
They like to leave such clean
Tracks in the sand
My confessor likes to rake me
Over the coals
And teach his lesson through conversation
Of the soul
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2. |
Mud Into Bricks
04:42
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I’ll pack the sleep from your eyes
Like mud into the bricks
Try if you like squeezing sand through
The holes in your fists
On the way down that mountain I realized my sin
I that by now I’d have shed my skin
Well until now I’ve had my stone in
Such a bad place
It’s shadow fell just short of
Falling on my face
The sliced hills seek perfection their young trees only pout
You know that when they bleed that they bleed out
Her words embedded
In the palm of my hand
With a lick and a flame they do brand
Her mind was headed
For the promised land
Her body cold and dead is packed with sand
When she asked me straight
Is there someone that
You would like to kill
I told her flat not at all
But I’d love to have my fill
You’ll never get away with it she said you got nothing on your side
But she don’t about how I’ll waste my hide
It doesn’t matter anymore I’m going to waste my hide
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3. |
Bloody Lafayette
04:38
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This avenue’s silence
Is earned ton by ton
Holding down
The blood of everyone
It’s light streams poorly
Through its grey cloud mourning out
Winter’s debt
And their lines move calmly
Through the door ways on
Bloody Lafayette
Tell your Mother
A lie to get away
Confess to your Father
The price that he’ll pay
His hatred brews low
You know it’s bound flow out
Hot and red
Their lives might stall there
To defend someone
On Bloody Lafayette
Your hard feelings
Are written on your face
You’ve got to find a home now
If it’s only just a taste
And if that house hold
Goes down low
And leaves you an empty bed
Well some soul might accept you
When you find your way
To Bloody Lafayette
Early in the morning
They hose the sidewalks down
Washing all their fury
Back down underground
So go on home now
Where you’re bound to roll out
In living death
Well there’s not much left here
And you’ve had your time
On Bloody Lafayette
There’s nothing left here
And we’ve had our time
On Bloody Lafayette
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Cain and Mosley Carter and Dean
All shared a loyal murder of crows
Each bird carries his own load of seed
For Cain's portrait in mutiflora rose
Their thorns do rest in cold grey rows
Their eyes lifeless gleam
Pride does rise like ash in the wind
From their fires to their hollows and streams
Hatred and yearning the devil's own plow
Bleeding out broken stalks
Your flesh will only burn longer now
That you have chosen to talk
Murder does toil in love and in time
To prove our mountain destroyed
Vessels of soil blood and of lime
Carry you through the great void
The touch of their hand would cast you in lead
Your body find silence from sin
The belly of love gets sewn up in thread
Pierced through his hot velvet skin
Tiles again brick up the mind
Proven and solid by flame
Driven alone by a nature unkind
Removed from the shadows of blame
You'd take it back now if you only could
You'd still give all to be true
You eyes grow empty you mind has gone cold
It's time now to take it on through
Wherever they look they always find
More willing to take this throne
Some slaves never know to open their eyes
To things that their masters have done
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5. |
When It's All Gone
04:49
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When it's all gone I'm
I'm ready all the time
To stow my trunk under the stairs
I'll go down alone and
Sketch out on the sand
Who it is that still cares
Diamond find weathered hand
Drag me down on my knee
I don't care now
What they do to me
Now I'm dead inside my dream
Now I'm dead inside my dream
There's a quiet voice
That draws out all the poison
But if I had my choice
It'd be whiskey of course
And back to that bed where I lie
The black door is now fading gray
It's pathway beneath rain-soaked leaves
It doesn't matter now
What they bring to me
Now I'm dead inside my dream
And when it's all gone I'm
I'm ready all the time
I've got my ear against the ground
I'll go out alone and
Seek out my atonement
And drift away without a sound
Diamond find weathered hand
Drag me down on my knee
I don't care now
What they do to me
Now I'm dead inside my dream
Now I'm dead inside my dream
Now I'm dead inside my dream
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6. |
All On My Bed
04:10
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A fire wraps around my wrist
Father’s eyes well with tears
Folded remains do not exist
Of any tangible fears
The ghost of stone wall
Curse in the deep red
Dawn of the wanderer
All on my bed
All on my bed
What have you done desperate child
In your preparation
You might feel the weight of your mile
Now that it is nearly done
The ghost of stone wall
Curse in the deep red
Dawn of the wanderer
All on my bed
All on my bed
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7. |
The Kid
05:11
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The kid hid his eyes he doesn’t want to show
What rides around their darkened rims
He’s gone now up north again
With his cup filled shaking to his brim
I’ve begun to care as a friend does
Though I’m not sure if that is what I am
The kid might need some kind of help from his kin
But I don’t know if they can hold his hand
His girl she takes good care of him
At least that is what she said
But she said he’s as happy now as he’s ever been
And that look in his eyes has gone dead
He’s confessed now of his criminal mind
Explained that there’s not much left to give
And I know now just what he’s feeling like
Well sometimes you just don’t want to live
But I’ve got to have a little faith in him
Give him the benefit of the doubt
The kid’s got himself into the kind of place now
That you’ve just got to find your own way out
It doesn’t make me feel like a big man
To be backed up now on the wall
I’d always hoped if I’d heard a valid cry for help
I’d been able to heed that call
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