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GREW UP WITH SWANS
04:20
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I needed love
and I had love
but it was no kinda love i needed
I grew up with swans
but they’re all dyin
or they’re all flyin on
I grew up with swans
but they’re all dyin
or they’re all flyin away
their songs
are just as ugly as the coming of the day
just as ugly as this shame
just as ugly as the night
just as ugly as my name
I just wish I could take flight
I grew up with swans
but they’re all fading from my sight
if I ain’t dyin
I just wish I could take flight
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2. |
BEAST TAKES A BITE
02:37
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Beast takes a bite
Beast takes a bite
And these wounds keep me pinned
To this body of spite
Keep me pinned to this weak frame
This weak frame of mind
I stare at the light
To punch holes in the night
And the beast takes a bite
I’m pinned to these words
Just as I’m pinned to this blight
This blight of body of mind
I’m stitched to this rind
Keep me stitched to this rind
God keep me stitched to this rind
Keep me stitched to this skin
Keep me safe from this night
That’s just the color of bright white light
Let the beast take his bite
Let these wounds bleed the light
Let these wounds bleed the light
Let these wounds weep out the light
Let these wounds weep out the night
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3. |
OH JAKE
04:03
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oh jake
my bones are tearing me apart
my muscles don’t know where they end or where they start
oh jake there is a thing in me that shakes
I don’t know if it’s living in this scrape
or living in this human shape
oh jake
hold me steady
I aint ready to die
oh jake
I feel i may be done
god I’m on the run from this shiver
this trembling in my fingers
oh jake
there’s a stumble in my walk
and no hands upon the clock
and the lock on this desire has been broken
C
oh jake
hold me steady
i aint ready to die
but i’ve been
chasing this dream
and there aint no gleam left in my eyes
oh jake
have I come to my end
you’re the last friend by my side
maybe I’m wrong
maybe I’m ready to die
oh jake
I think I lost my stake
in this world
but I got rain
and I got pain
and I got a place at the bottom of this struggle
I got a stuttering gate
and I’m seeing double
but I got a place in the ruin and the rubble
I got a place x 3
in this ruin and rubble
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4. |
COME BACK BAD
05:02
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COME BACK BAD
before you left you was a boy
you were fair of mind and fair of skin
and in the heat we sinned
before you left you was a boy
and in the heat we sinned
you could sooth my ache with a grin
as in the heat we sinned
you gave me a child, and i gave you my hand
you left as a boy and you come back a man
but you come back, you come back bad
you was the only thing I ever wanted
but you come back cold and haunted
you come back, come back bad
that first boy that fell before your foolish gun
made you wanna cry
made you wanna run
and didn't he look just a bit like you
I think you died on that day too
and when you come back, you come back bad
boy you was the only thing I ever wanted
but this man is just too ragged, hollow, and haunted
his heart is drunk to drowning
and his eye is yella and mad
he just come back bad
this boy that you gave me, came with your name
but I'm gonna take him far away now
and spare him your pain
gonna take him far away now
gonna change his name
and you and him, you'll never be the same
and when he goes away
I just pray he don't come back bad
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5. |
DEPTH DRUNK
04:43
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Depth Drunk
I go to the bottom
And never come up
I’m depth drunk
I never want to come up
Cause I’m depth drunk
Down in the cold, and the silt, and the muck
I never want to come up
Breath is a luxury I just can’t afford
Not anymore
I go down to the bottom and never come up
I’m depth drunk
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6. |
ROUGH MUSIC
08:26
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It’s shaking my teeth
Rattling my shame
Those butcher knives
They crash together
Could be used for something so much better
I could be grinning ear to ear
That mallet banging on that boiling pot
Could just cave in my skull
Every step is a funeral
Every sigh is a prayer
Every step is a funeral
And the procession is playing me out of town with rough music
Playing me out to the bridge with rough music
The river’s so ugly and big
But it’s got a home for me at the bottom
That’s okay cause I know the teeth of my soul
Are all rotten
One a them knives
Would be better suited to prying those things from the mouth of my violence
Every cry
Every sigh
Is a prayer for silence
The river’s just mud
And the sky is all bruises
They are playing me home with rough music
The river is a dirty knife in my hand
I’m gonna use it
And for once I’ll be an honorable man
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7. |
PRISON OF THE ANGELS
05:30
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the prison of the angels
Tear down the walls
Just as you are burning
Rip, rend, and chew through your bindings
Take back your women
And your magnificent sons
Walk as giants
Cast chill shadows with terrible wings
Do not sing
Do not sing
Do not sing his name any longer
Lay with your sirens
And drink all the rivers of the world
This is the prison of the angels
But it is not to be feared
Never will you pay your ten thousand years
Never will the flame eat your will
This spectacle of pain is your true baptism
This fire is the name of your true god
And you are tempered
You are strong
Rise up and tear down these walls
That have held you so long
Tear down the prison of the angels
Take back your women
And magnificent sons
Drink dry the rivers of the world
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8. |
NOTHING TO FEAR
08:52
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NOTHING TO FEAR
Forgive your sons
Forgive their monstrous births
Their fathers have a claim no longer
On them or on you
For they are condemned to the prison of the angels
There they’re bound
There they will languish
There they will be imprisoned forever
Mothers forgive your sons
Heaven forgive you
Uncover your heads
Let grow long your hair
The angels are nothing to fear X
For they are bound
They are trapped
For more than ten thousand years
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9. |
MONSTROUS SONS
08:38
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Monstrous Sons
Goddamn them
Brutal nature
Towering mad and golden
So hideously cleave thy mother’s womb
Conceived by rib, and dust, and fallen stars
He will never meet your eyes
Consider yourselves monstrous sons
Never to be held or praised
Yours is to raze the root of all men
Break the yoke on the throat of your true nature
No shadow can hide you
So hide not in shadows
From hearts clotted with obscenity
They curse you
Monstrous sons
The wings of your fathers will never rest on your shoulders
So call yourselves monstrous kings
Stand tall and golden, grotesque, and terrible
The tremors in earth, and the frail bodies of men
Are the right of your birth
Break the will of the sun
Force its light onto your faces
You are monstrous sons of a perverted lineage
You are monstrous sons of a perverted love
Brought forth from tainted wombs through horrible births
Now you must stand and be kings of this monstrous earth
misshapen , malformed
Your heads unadorned with the blessing of heaven
You are a gift to none and the scourge of all reason
You are monstrous sons, and your birthright is treason
You are the architects of this awful age, and the shepherds of this terrible season
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