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Nil
01:28
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The Maw
07:11
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Cutting wire with your canine bite
Grinding down on coal and graphite
Spinning steel of this Ferris wheel
Shedding skin as you cling to the ride
Claim a penny for your crime
And build your copper throne
A belief so dignified
Written in laws of your sunken underworld
In the dark
We are the foolish
Your patriarch
A name to tarnish
Jaded talons clutch
The jewels you left behind
Isolate their splendour
Earthen fur obscure their shine
Claim a penny for your crime
And build your copper throne
A belief so dignified
In your sunken underworld
An imposter to incite
A friction we deserve
And with every step you climb
Cutting closer to the bone
We are the foolish
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3. |
Pilot Dread
04:34
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I don't remember when we were
None the wiser within our harbourage
Treading the water back to the source
Renewal searched in our pilgrimage
I don't remember herding the culled
The spark sustaining this wildfire
Go finding thrill in the fall
We're playing fool in this pantomime
We find ourselves
In different shoes
To walk the line in
Hide in our shell
A metal suit
Built to repel
The rounds they're firing
We fight to feel again
To mend the cracks in spines
A sweet defeat again
To fate we can't decide
These knives have lost their edge
Throughout their latent time
Relive our pilot dread
These laden wings refuse to fly
We find ourselves
In different shoes
To walk the line in
Sink in our shell
A metal suit
That we reside in
A final call
To disembark
But there's no answer
Our future sealed
In ritual ink
Our ignorance
Remains our bliss
A sweet defeat again
To fate we can't decide
A flame to feed again
To burn us out of the sky
Now we're feeling the pilot's dread
Coming down in a foreign airspace
This is not what the tyrant meant
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Looking over
All the images
We sketched within the sand
Now we're older
We make sense of
What we drew with tender hands
Finding footsteps
And they beckon us
To follow into depths
Where we placed them
Unconcerned that we'd
Unravel this again
Now the thick fog
Spills the lighting
And we're blinded by the glare
This epilogue
Started earlier
Than we could ever bear
Captured silence
In the belly of the beast
That struck the blow
Redesign us
Into mannequins
Who we will never know
Now the thick fog
Spills the lighting
And we're blinded by the glare
Hear the echo of guns
And run
I'm the stairs to your ivory tower
I'm the haven from the feud
To stabilise the blur
Be the focus to harmonise
The noise of our stead
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5. |
Glasspane
05:04
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Old worn pane
You weathered time and still
Let the daylight through
All the same
Reassured
The cycle always spins
The end always begins
Like before
Constant flaws
With curious tools
Until we flourish
When we don't exist
Remind our future
Of what came before it
When they are amiss
Let them reminisce
Through remains of
What we formed
Remind our existence
Of what stays beyond this
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Ritual Ink
03:48
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Motions of this ritual
Run like ink on our palms
The words we sing
To our kin
On these quiet nights
Will raise a scare
We cannot bear the loss
Tend the metal
Your sacred symbol
Will cut the cloth
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Matador
07:06
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Matador
Wield that power in your hands
Dripping red in tooth and claw
Washed white in cleansing sand
Hold on tightly to your weapon
And taunt me with the cloth
Pioneer
Did you say the coast was clear
As I watch you through the woods
Am I just misunderstood
Just a thorn in your intentions
Pull the ground up from my feet
And I'll follow your direction
And I'll catch you in your sleep
Give us the signal to ascend
Just a glimpse of light
To build our momentum
Keep us crawling 'til the end
We lived every day
But we never felt alive
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Noct / Of Kin
07:33
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Cast the dawning glow
Break the solitude we find
When we let the thread unwind and slacken
The comfort we enclose
Once and exit we devised
Is now barred from the other side
Watching the feather
Wilt from the weight
Of the seeds that we've sewn
The cord of the tether
Starting to sever
The sky we face intimidates
Now we're drawing close
Cast the subtleties aside
And stoke the embers to arise
Senses unimpaired
The more the lights impose
Watching the feather
Wilt from the weight
Of the seeds that we've sewn
We're hoping for better
Holding together
The worlds we've known
We're tired of teething
These walls that we've overgrown
Have reached their ceiling
Nowhere to move
The air we're breathing
Empty and unknown
Our worth renewed
Approaching the cliff edge
Vigour is draining
Our bodies are aching
A motionless contest
Gazes fixated
A figure created
The trail doesn't end here
An ocean is waiting
A tide of our making
The alter before us
Silent awakening
A cycle awaiting
Vigour is draining
Bodies are aching
Gazes fixating
Tide of our making
Silent awakening
Cycle awaiting
Vigour is draining
Bodies are aching
Gazes fixating
Ocean is waiting
Tide of our making
Silent awakening
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9. |
The Prow
06:02
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This unravelling
Is constant gathering
To start deciphering
The space we're anchoring in
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