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Yesteryear, we are the trophies in our heads, yesteryear
we've been the only genuine
Yesteryear, we are the ghosts of
We'll haunt you
We'll haunt you till you disappear, just disappear, just disappear, just go away
Ghost will see, that you are mine
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E-Shaman
04:00
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Press enter, return the comfort, a voice with no face
Shab o Rooz-et tscheke ab shod, bezar kenar jen-e bidar
Now that you've done nothing, nothing,
take a look at what you hold so dear
oh lord, watch my pixel halo disappear, choke me its a show
dress me in a code of lint and armor, whatever i'll be be, ill never be you
Now that you've done nothing, nothing,
take a look at what you hold so dear
Now that you've done nothing, nothing,
take a look at what you hold so dear
Q-tip callus for skin
As you're sitting there in your puny little room, pretending to be something you are not, why don't you start walking the other direction and embrace every imperfection there is.
Cornea corrosion to the nerve
Now that you've done nothing, nothing,
take a look at what you hold so dear
Now that you've done nothing, nothing,
take a look at what you hold so dear
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Nilbog
03:18
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Secluded homes washed by
(Tied to red flesh by)
the poisoned wells
(suffering, living by)
So we're a cerebral death
Feed us complex disease
The sugar pill you ate last night
would last you an eternity's time
with fragmented legions of crutched annexation
when red hands be reaching for your so-called salvation
Please sever these talons clutched by day
It's a repeated vicious cycle
Robbed by a manque deacon,
listen to the sanctus bells
Secluded homes washed by
(Tied to red flesh by)
the poisoned wells
(suffering, living by)
So we're a cerebral death
Potions of truth
this portion's for you
Every thing you sell is a fucking lie
Because you are a fucking liar
i dreamt a dream of everything, did you hear?
Burning feathers crooked jaw
like crossing over your mind
all the cool kids know they're eating her,
and then they are going to eat me
Tied to red flesh by
the poisoned wells
(suffering, living by)
So we're a cerebral death
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The cold weather didn't affect its color
The yellow pigments burnt into my retina as crisp
Always the castle I dreamt to be
My body bolting with the smooth cold metal.
I felt connected, free to go, It had to stop some time...
Welcoming the pool of wooden shards,
miasma strong, contained and plastered with protection.
Call it an addiction, addiction to start over
The bridge leads to the reincarnation of joy
I had to experience it one last time, to be free,
free for that one moment.
My desire for time to vanish grew stronger by the second.
I'd slay hords of misfitted warriors for my queen,
defending my nirvana
She kissed again with a metal touch
I have to go now, because reality and all its pain calls my name
A quick reach, a firm grip separated me from my bright golden fortress
Back in mothers arms, thinking about the return to my palace
my queens wooden arms were swaying in the wind
Spring cried, asking me why I didn't stay
and with a golden tear in my eye I turned and responded:
Nothing lasts forever, but change.
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Shape-shifting Hordes,
mold and blend to their creators flickering eye
levitate to higher grounds,
or turn around and see your duplication smile
As you return, as you return, as you return,
from your replicated selves, oh its a travesty.
But your sharp sense of sight
gently pulls you back to their reality
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Clone The Sand Witches
05:15
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Make us whole again
Make them watch again
Resurrect our spells to clone the neverending
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Retrospective
09:02
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I know, you know
Silence teaches honesty
Your full of shit quite honestly
I feel, you feel
Your affluenzig tendencies leave you in webs of retro sins
Never, suppress hereditary question marks, don't you see we never bark.
Make me bleed, I want to bleed the truth,
Oh torus, lonely torus I'm with you
I feel, you feel nothing
I'm severed but it seems like you're just not getting it
I'm torn apart, but it feel like you're just fucking using me
Make me bleed, I want to bleed the truth,
Oh torus, lonely torus I'm with you
Make me bleed, I want to bleed the truth,
Oh torus, lonely torus I'm with you
The murals of the flying courts
reflecting all their future thoughts
with chambers buried deep within
to keep us in, to feed us in.
Follow them, follow them
Follow them, follow them
Hold their hands
Paying Owls to make you sin
While queens be floating i their castles made of debt
While kings are puppets dangling from the silhouettes
The children are watching us,
with cotton-ball eyes,
their tongues are splitting up
Which one lies?
I say heya
follow your womb
i say heya
i say heya
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Marshburn Los Angeles, California
Marshburn is a band on the Mother Turf music collective from Los Angeles.
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