1. |
Weep
03:42
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Raise a glass to toast
Whoever brought decay
I have too many letters to give you
I never carry them with me
Weep for the tongueless
Watch them through broken fingers
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2. |
The Wood Of The Cross
03:30
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Try to see god somewhere
By touching her cold hand
I look to the sky
I touch her hand
Believe
I try to
Believe
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3. |
A Garden Once Seen
02:59
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She felt a twist inside
Night visions and darkness
She thought of a garden
Once seen but not believed
“I don’t feel well”
She said
She heard her own voice
And sobbed
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4. |
Monk's Lament
03:47
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To long to roam the fields
To care for only air
Centuries of rusted chains
And sound I once created
To dabble in joy
To float in sounds of laughter
The patterns I defined
Have turned into a prison
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5. |
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Mind full of thoughts inside the whale
Doubting the stories that my father taught
Infected inside, the wires like maggots
Tears won’t let me live
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6. |
Agnostic Rifle
04:49
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Agnostic rifle
With careless bullets
Agnostic rifle
Speaks coded whispers
Agnostic rifle
Kills a headless lion
A headless lion
To start a riot
Calculate the mass
Fading into grey
No light enters or escapes
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7. |
Roger Waters
03:31
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A dove covered in soot
Escaping
Into a pitch black sky
Flown through barbed wire
Scrapped feathers
Tinted red with its own blood
Violence entrapping us
The sorrow
In absence
Of a consciousness
Too fortunate to have one
The sadness
Imprinted
By the hypocrisy
Of its lonesome existence
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8. |
Rothko Cathedral
09:30
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A glare that can’t escape
Our blackness staring back
Beauty in objects gazed
Eight walls to hold god in
Can’t you hear the violin swaying?
Can’t you hear a million of their cries?
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9. |
Pharaoh
04:08
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Silence the voice that knows me well
Pharaoh to my speaking tongue
A lustful woman hiding in the bathroom
Raise the sound, rise of the phlegms
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10. |
R.U.C.C.K.
04:43
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Almas de eternos destinos
En algún lugar convergerán del camino
¿Bastará?
En ti está el querer cambiar esta realidad
Está el querer hacer y así vencer
En ti está la libertad
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WORDS Ciudad De México, Mexico
Formed in 2010. Hard and heavy, slow and fast. We've only begun.
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