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Starvation Row
04:53
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The hunger is a beast
Howling at the moon
Its rage only increases
We know that very soon
Its jaws will come unhinged
Its teeth will catch the light
Of the cold unfeeling stars
That watch us in the night
What doesn't kill us makes us quiver
It's bound to have another go
We all just shake and shiver
All along Starvation Row
They tell us we'll be stronger
If we face the beast and win
Though its claws may scar our bodies
It will eat away our sin
And we try hard to believe them
Even as we watch our friends drop like flies
When truth's impossible to bear
We seek refuge in the lies
Our strength's been sapped away
We have nowhere to go
We'll all fall one of these days
Here on Starvation Row
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Howl for Atlantis
02:32
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Keep our heads up as the waters rise
Stare unblinking at our own demise
You seek to punish us for daring to open our minds
Thinking to leave not a trace behind
Lift our voices in defiant song
Compel the wind and waves to sing along
A mighty chorus daring you to bring the hammer down
Our hymn will live on though we ourselves will drown
We howl for Atlantis
Let out a roar to shake Olympus
We howl for the ones who will come after
To bear witness
Strike up the band as the waves bear down
Take off all our clothes and dance around
Though all we've built will soon be washed away
We will make a mighty sound today
We howl for Atlantis
Let out a roar to shake Olympus
We howl for the ones who will come after
To bear witness
We raise our voices
In defiance of our damnation
So in the days to come
They'll still feel
The reverberations
We howl for Atlantis
Let out a roar to shake Olympus
We howl for the ones who will come after
To bear witness
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Paddock & Hearth
03:31
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I saw the world end
In a fiery blaze
But I kept on walking in a daze
The grass was screaming
The trees stretched out their limbs
In silent recitation of apocalyptic hymns
I think I saw a goldfinch
Dive into the fire
Flora and fauna melded on the funeral pyre
I cast my eyes
To the skies
And I whispered your name
But the heat made it
Too hard to cry
I saw the world end
In a fiery blaze
I know that I will see it for the rest of my days
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Seven Miles of Blood
03:32
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Wading through seven miles of blood
The horizon's been swallowed by the flood
And every time I take a step
I know that it might be my last
And everyone I've ever known
Has been drowned in the morass
Sometimes I wonder what I've done
To warrant a punishment as harsh as this one
But most times I remember
My endless list of crimes
I've recited it to myself
At least a thousand times
The setting sun burns shadows in my eyes
There must be one for each of my many lies
If this is what you call justice
She must be mad as well as blind
With every step
I leave more of my humanity behind
Wading through seven miles of blood
My name has been swept off by the flood
And every time I take a step
I pray that it will be my last
And I will finally be swallowed by this
Sanguine morass
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Dreams of the Deep
02:16
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Woke up shivering again
Another night of interrupted sleep
Dreamt I was propelled by slender elegant fins
As I wandered with ease through the deep
Check my extremities nothing's changed
No webbed digits developed in the night
My skin's still free of
Shimmering scales
Everything's familiar but nothing is right
I bundle myself back into bed
My rudimentary and desperate cocoon
Every night just increases my dread
Don't know what will happen if I don't transform soon
If my extremities don't ever change
No webbed digits to propel me into the night
If I don't develop
Shimmering scales
That burn like fire when they catch the light
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High Noon
07:55
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The sun has nearly hit its zenith
My heart is ticking down
I scuff the earth with my bootheel
Dust blooms up from the ground
I mop some sweat from my forehead
With the back of my sleeve
Would anybody notice
If I just turn 'round and leave
It's just wishful thinking
There's nowhere to run
Maybe all the gunsmoke
Will shield me from the sun
The main drag is empty
As the confrontation draws close
Echoes of nervous laughter
Drift down from shuttered windows
All at once you're before me
Dry wind spreading your duster
I try to shore up my fear
With what paltry courage I can muster
But I know how this ends
You've already won
But maybe all the gunsmoke
Will shield me from the sun
Somewhere a bell rings
Even the shadows are gone
No need to stay and watch
When the conclusion's foregone
Cold iron in my hand
My face is going numb
Maybe all the gunsmoke
Will shield me from the sun
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Vestments of Death
02:44
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Spike my hair
Pierce my nose
Scowl at my reflection for hours
File my teeth
Make them sharp
Lay claim to infernal powers
Cover myself with fresh warm blood
Wear a rattling garland of bone
If my fell figure fills them with fear that's fine
Maybe then they'll leave me alone
Trash my room
Paint my face
Hide all evidence of who I used to be
Invent a new name
Take my glasses off
There's nothing around here that I want to see
And cover myself with fresh warm blood
Wear a rattling garland of bone
If my fell figure fills them with fear that's fine
Maybe then they'll leave me alone
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Sorcerer at Sundown
06:40
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I still recite my incantations
At least the parts that I remember
I keep my instruments immaculate
Watch for omens in the embers
My robe is patched with care
And scattered bits of curtain
I think it once was white
But I'll never again be certain
No elements bend to my will
No demons respond to my call
I swear there's power in me still
Assuming there ever was any at all
I draw half-remembered sigils
From scrolls too faded now to read
My spirit's willing but uncertain
My once-lean body gone to seed
I meditate on hidden forces
Until I snore myself awake
It's getting harder to perform the ritual
I don't know how much more these arthritic joints can take
I no longer have the strength
To stand between this world and doom
But I'll persist until my body
Is interred inside its tomb
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At these elevations
It gets hard to breath
But when you seek revelation
You're going to have to expect to bleed
Callouses form
On the soles of your feet
As you fight through the storms
Of hail ice and sleet
Every day
Brings you closer to death
And ever moment steals
One of your precious breaths
The thorns in the garden
They rip at your robes
Your skin starts to harden
Nightmares come in droves
But just because your flesh is weak
Don't mean your mind is strong
You've forgotten how to speak
'Cause it's been so long
When your strength fails
And you fall to the ground
Will there be anyone near
To hear the sound
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Fifty thousand dollars from the People's Bank and Trust
Sunlight glinting off the frosted pines
Live After Death playing on the stereo
A mile from the Shelby County line
It's the coldest day of the year so far
The wind chill is twenty-nine below
Catch a glimpse of blue light flashing in my rear view
Let's see how fast this thing can go
Put Shelbyville in the rear view mirror
And watch the landscape blur as I speed by
The future's getting a little clearer
There's not a single cloud in the sky
When I hit Assumption I get on fifty-one
Point my nose north and hit the gas
I can feel the shackles of my dull dead-end life
Loosen with every marker that I pass
I'm heading up through Radford when the tire blows
I shrug it off 'cause there's nothing I can do
Sparks shoot up like fireworks from the road below
There's bound to be more damage by the time this day is through
Put Shelbyville in the rear view mirror
And watch the landscape blur as I speed by
The future's getting a little clearer
There's not a single cloud in the sky
I'm nearly to Moweaqua when I finally lose control
End up off the road half-buried in the snow
And I know they're going to take me back to Shelbyville
Back to the only place I guess I'll ever know
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Whitechapel by Moonlight
01:55
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The moon is hiding
Bashful behind the clouds
Almost as if
She had my dark intentions figured out
But no one can see into
The caverns of my mind
And no casual observer
Could see through my disguise
The world is my oyster
At least these three square blocks
No one can stop me
On my triumphant midnight walk
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Lights Over Exeter
08:04
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Lights over Exeter
Bathing the room in red
Outside the dogs were howling
We both sat up in our bed
Lights over Exeter
Flashing in sequence one by one
We watched silently through our window
At these artificial suns
Lights over Exeter
Lit up the creases of your face
I studied them discreetly
Then wrapped you in a warm embrace
Lights over Exeter
Cast strange shadows on the wall
But with your head on my shoulder
I didn't mind at all
Lights over Exeter
Vanished as swiftly as they'd appeared
We lay back down side by side
In that moment everything was so simple and clear
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