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Tribute
09:01
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The elders gather in the fall
Pay tribute to the dead prepared for burial
No bended knee
No king above me
No priest contrived to hold us down
No genuflection
We stand unbound
None self-ordained to wear a crown
The day’s long path wound into night
Old stories say the hunger's flames were set alight
And fallow fields long left behind
The ancient journeys carried in our mind
And thanks we give for harvest grain
We tied together in both triumph and in pain
No bended knee
No king above me
No priest contrived to hold us down
No genuflection
We stand unbound
None self-ordained to wear a crown
Below the mountain spilling fire
Ancestral revelry, voices raised choir
And at this crossroads did so build
This city’s walls, and fields equally we tilled
And so united do we strive
Only as equals will we prosper and survive
No bended knee
We stand unbound
None self-ordained to wear a crown
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Silhouette
09:02
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Everyone falls back holding their own
Gimmie your hand
Takin’ the high road leads us down
Bringin’ their people to the attack
Shots from the trees
Wave upon wave come crashing round
Remember your silhouette lit from the back
Heat from the flame
Hearing our children cry your name
Is there anyone let to call to
While ash falls from the sky
They say there’s just one price for heaven
Crosses burning in their eyes
Come from a distant poisonous place
Carrying plague
To land and to nations laying waste
Arriving to conquer, steal, and destroy
Men of the cloth
Killing the women and children first
Carry our dead and wash them clean
Ritual chanting
Bearing our burden to the grave
Free
Is there anyone left to call to
While ash falls from the sky
They say there’s just one price for heaven
Crosses burning in their eyes
If hands are for giving
But they take instead
Then we’re left with nothing at all
But sickness in our heads
If it’s built on ashes
Then it will fall down
And all the corpses you climbed
Will be a grave into which you are bound
Is there anyone left to call to
While ash falls from the sky
They say there’s just one price for heaven
With a cross marked where you lie
Arriving they conquer steal and destroy
Men of the faith
Killing the women and children first
Come from a distant poisonous place
Bearing a plague
To land and to nations laying waste
Carry our dead and wash them clean
Ritual chanting
Bearing their burden to the grave
Free
Bringin’ their people to the attack
Shots from the trees
Wave upon wave come crashing round
Remember your silhouette lit from the back
Heat from the flame
Hearing our children cry your name
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Wicked Threads
04:37
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Call out to no one
Nowhere to go
Reach out for the switch, but it’s the light
That leads us down to the darkness below
They fucked with all our heads
Told us all that we thought we know
You loved the prison guards
Who said you could come or go
Those days of comfort died
And in shadows are disposed
Your best friends all are dead
And the mills long ago have closed
Wicked Threads they are woven
Pullin’ teeth through the cloth
Wrap your rust belt blanket around
All the ghosts of the life that you lost
Keep one red eye open
Search the signs for the truth
Throw away anything you remember
Cause it’s not gonna be any use
You’re paranoid
You’re indisposed
The needle’s in
Your mind is closed
Your best friends all are dead
And the mills long ago have closed
Your best friends all are dead
And the mills long ago have closed
Your best friends all are dead
And the truth of the pills exposed
Your best friends all are dead
And the mills long ago have closed
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