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New Saints
02:42
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Endless flight,
endless failure.
Lantern Bearer,
That faith’s been
misplaced in you
and lost inside
your mirror,
where you look
over your shoulder.
How the fuck
did we end up here?
Arms outstretched
lost, searching for meaning
that once seemed so obvious.
Late nights spent fucked up,
trying to find a way to
unlearn those lessons,
silence those voices,
rename that violence,
live with a purpose,
believe we have value
beyond whats for sale,
learn to accept love
and salvage what has been lost
There is a light
but it will never
guide us home again.
There is nothing in me
that I value
except for the fight.
The constant drone of the pulpit
the awful din of the past
we’ve lost all
trust we had left
we’ve lost all
reasons to stay
So do we reach for our wallets
or throw a fucking brick through the glass?
we’ve lost all
Trust we had left
we’ve lost all
reasons to stay
Just clocking in until the fall out
And then you have the nerve to fucking ask why
we’ve lost all
trust we had left
we’ve lost all
reasons to stay
The home that we loved
doesn’t exist anymore
and so now
we’re from nowhere
and so now
we can move on
we have no reason to stay.
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2. |
All This Shit Is Fucked
02:33
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Head-spun,
black-bagged
signal
receptors of
Predictable sound clips
set up to mislead us
Until we are the ones that help them
Sawyer their own fucking fences
Saviors on crosses
by and of masses
of real fucking people.
The devils they reference
in appeals to their bases
made nameless and faceless.
The sales pitch is difference.
The sales pitch is difference.
We’re told to be fearful.
We’re told we are safer
if they are detained.
We’re told we are traitors
We’re told we are cowards
if we abstain from
buying their bullshit
riot script narrative.
It’s all bad news,
at least there’s a lot of it
It’s all bad news
All this shit is fucked.
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Death threats
Sent through the
State-sanctioned
Outlets
Wolves in
Wool suits with
White teeth and
False Flags
Pray for
Rain and they’ll
Name the flood
Treason
For your
efforts you’re
named in the
Case File
Peace talks
re-framed as
coercion
and Violence
Is it you on that pedestal?
Where do you stand when the monument falls?
When your pride spills through cracks in the street
Fertile soil for poisonous seeds.
Maps - sacred lines
That fade with time
But scar the earth.
Each
Breaking clip
Eclipses
former dirt
Turned
Fore the road
or the thorns
Fertile Soil For Poisonous Seeds.
Death, wolves pray for peace
And dream of their kingdom-come
Vicious and fragile
Pearl-clutching martyrs
of some fictitious history
a deafening, echoing chamber of swans singing
Anthemic rhetoric
futile grasping at
counterfeit birthrights
fraying this tapestry
Threads in common weave mutiny
In a house
of many rooms
You will be
unwelcome
The old order
has passed away
and with it
Your
dividing lines
redrawn as roads
away from this
mess you’ve made
Map,
Compass, and
Knife in hand
we begin again.
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