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Forest Mom, Part 1
08:51
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In the wake of a nature that’s shared
In the arms of our mother we’re spared
In the walls of the city we’ve erred
Wondering how the shaman may have fared
In the wake of an instinct prepared
In the hands of a nature that cares
In the arms of our mother we’re spared
For the laws of nature are fair
Somewhere the earthen hand
Tends to a field of green
One day we’ll understand
One day we’ll finally see
Thousands paralyzed by bright arrays,
Cathodes of sure decay
Love, lest you dominate, see, lest you stray
From the shamanic way
Somewhere the spires of man
Pine for infinity
Back where the fire began
The neon letters read
See what you will be, far from the lull
Of patriarchal prey
Come be a witness to the revival
Of the archaic way
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Funk Hell
05:11
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The nights are restless in the nest of wasps of which confines
Under arrest in structures of a noisy, clogged design
So if you think you’ll fake the funk and no one else will tell
Then die you motherfucker burn forever in funk hell
No rhythm can immerse the dancer of the errant song
No groove can falter when the godfather can do no wrong
You’ve met with a terrible fate and no, it won’t end well
Cause there’s a special place for people like you in funk hell
The fall descends the one prepends
The violins that screech
Held down within the cage of sin
Jerusalem’s in reach
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Aspartame as Part a' Me
08:07
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Hellgrammite
11:30
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Soon simplicity is met
With a rival
And desires to reset
Soon we’ll see the meek be led
By those unbound
From bonds of primitive threads
Give me all that you can spare
Give me something
Different from what’s been prepared
Lay the transformation bare
To the willing
Through the helix lies repair
Exogenetic burrow begun
A skin that falls away
Crawling from shells outgrown and outdone
The same only in name
A craving for abominable
That leads toward the change
The scion breaches the barrier locked
Open unto the strange
With the generations laid
Out before us
Made alive through paths unpaved
In the end the soul is weighed
And it’s sinking
With the vessel it’s remained
Exogenetic burrow begun
A skin that falls away
Crawling from shells outgrown and outdone
The same only in name
A craving for abominable
That leads toward the change
The scion breaches the barrier locked
Open unto the strange
Cauterize the code left frozen
Finalize it to reveal
Every secret that’s worth knowing
Make this evolution real
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Good Night, Margaret
09:21
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Hear the choirs of dusk
The echoes of futures lived
Felled by withering touch
Waiting with no more to give
Hold this tired husk
And wait to hang up the phone
Before it drags us
Feet first into shrouded tones
Hear the choirs of light
Waiting at the tunnel’s end
Send the soul aflight
In silhouettes of pretend
Rest and expedite
The cold embrace which impends
Shedding every blight
Into the outland, ascend
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