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Submerge
05:10
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When capsized vessels, exchange their best wishes
Seldom a thought can turn this water into wine
I hope these last rations can pardon the mis-trial
Both sinking slowly, yours better than mine
Instead of settling, oh god Ill-received
The line is now clearing, inevitable dis-ease
When you find yourself sinking, withholding your peace
Swimming in the blackened tide, illumined by the coral reef
Entire thriving cities, perpetuated with belief
I cannot see your calm ship sailing, suspended amongst the breaking waves
The choirs of fish are beckoning
Lower your gaze and you will see
Instead of settling, oh god Ill-received
The line is now clearing, inevitable dis-ease
When you find yourself sinking, withholding your peace
To hell with settling, Oh god now Ill-received
The line is now clearing, inevitable dis-ease
To find yourself drowning, there's peace in the sea
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Prey
03:28
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Let me teach you how to fall down
Just repent and we can save you from this hell
Let me rest my feet on solid ground
These afternoons spent casting stones, well am I better now?
He who counts the numbers wears a crown
Enticed by these few words, although misunderstood
Why should not all beasts upon this ground
Thrash their feet and hooves upon the dissonant sound
I am casting up a web
Self-deficient, every thread
Into an alignment with the dead
Although, still afraid of what I am
The sterling web is drawn upon its end
The door unlocked, the choir cries within
But not deserving of this crown
Said the spider to the lamb
Please, please, please
Do you remember what I am?
Can this account for where I stand?
On the verge of truth and end, you truly sickened man
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Ma'at
04:49
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Lilith
05:43
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"Water me, begs the flowers
Grow with me says the trees
I've constructed this garden, to
Master the art of prospering
But my roots go weak, with self deceit
And if there's one thing I truly know
In the sacred space the birds and bees are not
The only ones watching me
I often feel like crumbling down
On my knees i'm crying out,
Who will water me?
Shall I leave?
Is too much sun good for me
the breeze is beckoning
I guess it's time for a walk...
I won't be gone too long
I can't be gone too long
It's in the forest with, light filtered through the trees
A spinning wheel it's track abandoned
Benevolent shadow, and
Sinister silence
If only I weren't alone
I'm finding peace, with writing love songs
I'll find a beat, and she will sing
I'm making peace crawling through the branches
I'm making peace, the fruit is at it's peak"
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Harandir the Grey Decatur, Georgia
Sonic magecraft hailing from Decatur. A surrealist approach to self-induced hypnosis aided by lots of thrashing of strings and a pinch of atonal synthesizer.
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