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Stories
02:40
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We are nothing but stories
be careful what you speak into motion
We are threads of tapestries
be careful what edges you pull on
If you play in the houses built by moths
be sure to leave the lights on
If you birth the thoughts of sinners
be sure to cradle them close
In some you play demon
In other’s the tabula rosa
Projection and phantasm
Be careful, write the ending well
The ones who are happy
are just telling a fairy tale
The ones who speak magic
They know it’s all just a ride
If you say you are too much
then child you are too much
If you say you’ll always be alone
sorry son, you’ll die that way
What yarns are you spinning
We will hold each other til the end
The old myth of separation
Is the key to our undoing
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Snow 2019
03:36
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They told me it was a case of will power
They told me it was a case of will power
Lying in your bed
Naked saint bare chested liar
All of your wrongs
Made such fabulous stories
used to soothe the wounds
with more fire fire
They told me it was a case of willpower
And I didn’t have any
Lying in your bed
I was the one that took without asking
All of your songs
we screamed and out of key
I used to soothe
the wound with acid battery acid
They told me
It was a case of will power
and I and I….didn’t have any
Lying in your bed
The snow fell for hours
Lying in your bed
Waiting for the night to surrender
All of your words
Fell like glass and shattered
used to soothe the wound
with more with more with more
They told me
It was a matter of letting go
They told me
It was a matter of letting go
I tried to take it back
Tried to take it back
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Altar
02:04
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Bring your sweet beauty
To the blood covered steps
Don't come empty handed to the altar
He has given the witch his name
Now we must feed his limbs to the fire
Chaos Junkie riding high tonight
Chaos Junkie break them apart
They'll make monsters of the sweetest ones
We'll crown them all in the dirt of the world
So don't come empty handed to the altar
The sad ones lie down for the feast
Bring your sweet offering to the bloody steps
We must make another pyre for the rest
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Eastwind
03:59
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so high above it all
could see the shape of the coming…. storm
there’s an eastwind blowing over the land
they have a place to hide
dragons who burn it all down and sit on their wealth
laugh at the rest of us, the ones on the ground
but there’s an eastwind coming, who will fall?
eastwind coming, before they run
in my dream we’re still alive but there’s no more flowers
the world is only sand and sea, no lavender fields
I hope there’s an eastwind blowing, to shake it all down,
I hope there;s an eastwind growing to shred it to the ground,
I know there’s an eastwind coming, to reap what they sowed
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