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Rituals (demo)
03:02
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Rituals to thrive
Rituals to die
Rituals we need
Rituals deceive
Patterns of the modern age
Patterns upon the wheel
Behavior of the masses
Behavior to the kneel
Who holds the grain to eat for the mother and her child
Who holds the grain to eat when no grains left to field?
Construct in accordance
Construct the master plan
Devouring every coin
Devour and obey
Rituals to thrive
Rituals to die
Rituals we need
Rituals deceive
Circling destruction in chaotic array
Dancing for nothing locked up in a cage
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The Fence (demo)
04:14
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I can see past the boundaries from this cold quiet room
Rooftops full glow in grayish of the moon
Lanterns now dim five hours until the sun
When saws are cutting wood making haste I shall run
Lost in the gravel so sick and so subtle
We can't stay here
This world is not right to me friend or an enemy
Who even cares?
Beyond the fence is anyone out there? (is there survival?)
Let's pretend our lives are stable (we have control here)
Sleeping so peacefully in the watchtower they've built
Keeping so warm stitched up in your quilt
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Painted Faces (demo)
03:50
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Decadence, the shedding of skin
We ponder while we lay in our molt
Having much hope, while crossing the toes
We ponder while we lay in our molt
This is the garden, Earth up in flames
We ponder while we lay in our molt
Painted faces stare at me and I know why
I don't have a mask on to cover my eyes
We keep our mouths shut just to swallow our tongues
We only need our jaws to dine on crumbs
Apathy, a little wooden box
Losing time as the kettle burns
Shower with salt, your body's a wound
Losing time as the kettle burns
Here in the daylight, the growing of mold
Losing time as the kettle burns
In the chair, now we rot
In the chair, now we rot
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Smoke from bombs, soldiers as pawns
They plunder a village in dim light of dawn
Songbirds will sing to deaths coming ring
A father's blood spilled in the name of a king
No hope, no peace, citizens who flee
Executions for all who try
No hope, no peace, citizens deceased
Executions for all who defy
Come my neighbors and friends, please take my hand
Escape to the highest peak, abandon tyranny
Our small town covered in ash, relieve us from our past
Don't fret, a new day shall come, we'll need no longer to run
Sleet and wind, a cattleman's kin
Her guidance brings strength to those who are meek
A perilous time through rocks and vine
A burden that burns like fire to pine
Her lead, her voice, patrons rejoice
Fair lady for whom they pride
Her lead, her voice, patrons anoint
Fair lady for whom they confide
In the dead of winter, bones burned from conquers
Courageous child, a desolate migration
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This drunk man crossed the hill to the peasant land
This drunk man traveled far to the merchant land
He lost his hand he stole a ruby from a clergyman
He lost his hand he drinks left handed in his shack
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Caliban and the Witch Nevada
Anarcho Doom Folk from Las Vegas
Rebecca:
squeezebox,
vocals
Samuel:
banjo, vocals
Alyssa:
cello, vocals
Patrick:
washboard, badassery
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