Lewis "Even So"
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men of blood, we are the fruit of lust, filled with sin, death and despair. burning straw, this is a harrowing month; our dreams the smoke that fills air. there's blood on my hands. i can't clean them. there's blood. son of man, i give these words to eat, bitter wine for you to drink. four months full the rain leaves nothing left, but the roots go deeper than you think. there's blood on my hands. i can't clean them. there's blood. a kiss, please don't forget the signs i've shown. a heel to bruise your head, the last i hope. we're to blame for all the marks on you
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Bitter Days
03:48
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in jealous youth, we made angel wings. limits were our disease. but burning hearts like flames consume only ash left for the breeze. bitter days that you can't undo. all the violence of our youth. bitter days, though the light is off, will all the world just come undone. for helen's love, we will suffer blows. currents of distress and storms. a battered soul crushed beneath the waves, scattered like the ruins of war. bitter days that you can't undo, all the violence of our youth. bitter days, though the light is off, will all the world just come undone. you look tired, with all the winds conspiring at your back, and the salt on your hands. thrown into the restless sea, the undertow is writhing at your feet. bitter days that you can't undo. all the violence of our youth. bitter days, though the light is off, will all the world just come undone. unrelenting storms and shattered forms
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a day's burning light, shadows far behind. all you see through your eyes, desire. golden dreams i'm fire. follow fast like the wind, limbs are trembling leaves. although flight makes you beautiful, would you wait for me? burning fields i'm fire. what can i say, what can i do? you seem so restless, i'm after you. limbs of wood, i grab your hair of leaves. her voice. break every branch, strip every leaf. change me. you were my faith, you were my dream. all the birds in your hair look like stains of ink. for what do you sing? where's your purity? burning fields on fire. what can i say, what can i do? you seem so restless, i'm after you. limbs of wood, i grab your hair of leaves. her voice. break every branch, strip every leaf. change me. you were my faith, you were my dream
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The Path That Strays
03:54
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chasing angels, you lose your way, and through the valley shadows chase you. here is where i fear the words lose meaning. this is where i fear the words they leave me now. twisting scenes in and out of reach, blurring forms that bleed, melting into each. slow motion crash test, fractured memories, violence, all with helium ease...pieces. pick up what you need. overcome, spilling out and bursting at the seams. spinning seconds, pick them up. like dry leaves underneath your feet. the ghost of a moon, shadows at your back. there you pause and hide underneath the leaves. branches broke and bleeding, birds that sing of feeling despite everything... pieces. pick up what you need. overcome, spilling out and bursting at the seams. spinning seconds, pick them up, like dry leaves underneath your feet. love and death, a line on line, order on order, a little here, a little there
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Feet On The Ground
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who will put my feet back on the ground, when there is none to be found, at all? but you only speak a word, and the void gives birth. it's all lost, meaningless. make a path, only to lose your way. and you're always wanting more, a stranger to the shore. you keep a watchful eye on the horizon. who will gather remnants of a man, cast broad like seeds from a hand? but you measure everything, you fill the spaces in between. it's all lost, meaningless. make a path, only to lose your way. crave, crawl, grab at ghosts on the wall. and you're always wanting more, a stranger to the shore. you keep a watchful eye on the horizon. crave, crawl, grab at ghosts on the wall
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Counting Backwards
05:36
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pouring salt into the sea could not begin to repay every misstep that you took, or mend all the holes you've made. tossed upon the waves, the strongest rocks will be worn down. your efforts rest within the ground, from nowhere to nothing. the hopes you hide inside, ravaged by the insincere, the grasping hands will disappear, from nowhere to nothing. what is necessary, now that the marrow has been dried, is to keep on pushing forward, hope the sun will bring new life. tossed upon the waves, the strongest rocks will be worn down. your efforts rest within the ground, from nowhere to nothing. the hopes you hide inside, ravaged by the insincere, the grasping hands will disappear, from nowhere to nothing. set out on your own, running from unhappiness, reactions become meaningless, from nowhere to nothing. crashing from the wall, could you set things right again, breathe into the dust again, from nowhere to nothing
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Out Of Sync
03:54
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took a hammer to all things, looking for that still small voice inside, now there's pieces more than sand, and all that we've done is added to the noise. progress has left ghosts of our bones. we aimlessly walk. the writing on the wall is useless. we hold mirrors to what suits us. opinions abound, with deafening sound, shut up. you speak riddles. try to stitch the tongues back in, once they're loosened. left to sing to ourselves. thistles and thorns, i'm cut off, choked from the world, we understand little now. progress has left ghosts of our bones. we aimlessly walk. you're cut up, but you can find no endings. reasons lead you to beginnings. through chattering rooms like a perfume, your voice. i speak riddles
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Find Your Way
03:43
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by the waters, mourning for the dead, this foreign soil, it takes more men than we could give. the quiet rooms all have been ravaged through, and greedy dogs tear at the roots. so here you are, hiding from abuse, while the world moves on without you. wanting more, the scales betray you. numbered days, forced to choose. cruel fate, you brought me here, an arrow to the heel, what a funny way to disappear. so here you are, hiding from abuse, while the world moves on without you. wanting more, the scales betray you. numbered days, forced to choose
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This Won't Hurt A Bit
03:35
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with the rain there came your word, and soaked into my ear. woke me from a heavy sleep, and spoke to me of fear. it's understood but not understood. silence is a fire, laughter a knife. movement carried forward, here am i. i carry you. there's no turning back, no turning back. a flame that held up to the wind. at best a breath, then breathe it in. you give, and you take. violent moments, you create a change. what you break apart, you'll build again. it's understood but not understood. i carry you, there's no turning back. a flame that held up to the wind. at best a breath, then breathe it in. like laughter. who among us here will chance the night, and find good reason to take up life?
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Even So...
05:01
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what tie will bind us all, out of the cave, into the light? like a punch that steals your breath comes suffering. when every dream is taken, and every word is stale, when every bone is broken. roads crumble under feet, fractured lives among the dead. like dionysus torn to bits, you're born again. when every dream is taken, and every word is stale, when every bone is broken...is that all, is that all you want from me?
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