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Campaign
02:08
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ALMIGHTY TERROR REIGN.
FOREVER COUNTS DOWN THE INFINITE DAYS.
SLOW CARVING UP THE FACE AND SPLIT THE LANDS INTO DISPARATE CHANCE.
STILL THEY BEG FOR WAR.
THEIR FACE AN EMPIRE MAKING.
PASSES AS THE FLAME LIT BY BLOOD AND TANKS.
CHAINS AND CHAINS AND CHAINS AND CHAINS.
AS THEY TREAD ON THE FORREST FLOOR.
BENT UNDER HOOF OF METALLIC GORE.
SIMPLE MARKER MADE.
PAIN OF VIRTUOUS BLOOD.
SPILLED IN HATE AND REIGNING DARK.
OVER THE WALL AND INTO THE FIGHT I CAN DO THIS ALL NIGHT. LICKING ALL THE SMOKE FROM THE AIR.
INHALING DEATH’S REVOLTING SLAUGHTER.
BORN INTO THE DITCH OF A CONTENTIOUS STRETCH.
A BOY GROWS TO MAN NOT KNOWING HIS NAME.
HE ONLY ANSWERS TO WHISTLES AND MARCHES.
AND HIS GUNS STAY LOADED AND HIS KNIVES STAY SHARP.
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2. |
Song of the Field
02:54
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TO DREAD THE FEELING IS TO SEE THE REASON.
THE SHAPE BURNED IN CONCRETE IS A SILHOUETTE OF A MAN ONCE SLEEPING.
RIGHT TO THE CHAMBER OF THE SILENT AMBER.
CRYSTALIZED AND FOSSILIZED.
TIED TO THE HANDS OF TORTURED TIME.
WEATHER SEEMS FAIR ENOUGH TO ME.
WE COULD STEP OUTSIDE AND TRY AND SEE.
WHY THE SKY TURNED RED LIKE APPLES AND GREEN LIKE ANGRY GRAPES.
THE ANGLE OF THE STARS READS FIERCE AND DEADLY.
TRIED TO FIND THE JEWELER.
THE ONE WHO MADE THE RING.
IT WAS GOLD AND WRAPPED IN CRYSTAL.
I LOST IT WHEN I LOST HER IN THE FIELD WHEN SHE FOUND THAT HOLE.
RIGHT ABOUT NOW THE WINDS WILL START TO SHAKE.
RIGHT ABOUT NOW THE EARTH WILL REVOLVE AND TILT AND SHAKE IT’S CORE AND SPLIT.
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3. |
Tracer
02:54
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I BESEECH YOU TO LISTEN AND TO TAKE CAREFUL NOTES.
I DEMAND YOU TO BE AS SILENT AS THE MIDNIGHT MOMENT.
THE ONE WHERE YOU HUNKER DOWN AND TEAR JUST THE CORNER OF THAT LITTLE PLASTIC BAG AND GET THE FAINTEST SMELL.
I AM SICK FOR SLIGHT OF HAND.
ITS TOOTH SUNK INTO MY SHOULDER.
TWICE STOWED AWAY AND LOCKED AGAIN.
BRUSH OUT THOSE TANGLED LOCKS OF HAIR.
YOUR CROWN RESTS ON THAT WOODEN CHAIR.
INLAID WITH LEAF OF OAK AND VINES THAT CHOKE RAIN FROM OUT THE SKY.
FACE THE VAPOR.
IT HOLDS THE MIRROR.
RETURN TO ME THE MOST ANCIENT FAILURE.
WATCH THE TRACER.
IT SPELLS THE SECRET.
SWARM INTO THE CHEST TRIUMPHANT.
I AM WAITING IN THE DARK JUST BEYOND THAT OVERPASS.
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Kangaroo Comet
04:41
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DOWN IN THE FACE OF DEVOTION.
ANGELS TURN DOWN THEIR PROMOTIONS.
WATCH HEAVEN’S GATE OPEN UP.
OUTSIDE THE WINDOW IS THAT COMET.
I’VE SPENT A LOT OF TIME FOLLOWING IT ACROSS THE SKY.
I’M SEARCHING FOR A NEW WAY TO DIE.
IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE STARDUST TO ME.
IT FEELS LIKE AN EXCUSE AND FEELS TOO CHEAP.
IF IT IS JUST AS IT SEEMS I SAY WE SEND IT TO MARS JUST TO SEE IT BREATHE.
I WANNA KNOW WHERE DOES THAT COMET GO.
I WANT TO KNOW.
SEE WHAT THE SKY WON'T DENY YOU
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