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Ghost Lights

by Gilded Age

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1.
New Saints 02:42
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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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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released January 29, 2019

Written and Recorded by Gilded Age
Mixed & Mastered by Preston Rahbari

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