1. |
Columbarium
03:54
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Come closer
Step inside
Whispers bound in
dead skin hiding
Come closer
Unveil your soul to me
Beyond all lies
Naked we crawl
Great hall opens wide
Take a seat inside
Take a seat inside
Commending our mistakes
You chastise hesitation
From salt circles and
white light
Great hall opens wide
Take a seat inside
Take a seat inside
Such a strange way
To feel alive
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2. |
Subversion
07:15
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Our first born cry
Cathartic stain so permanent
Placid smile
Echoes a misery unrequited
Death hums a familiar song
What love remains
For bodies we cannot see
A pledge coerced through infancy
Undercut my instinct
And curse their truth
Children dance in radiant bliss
Mouthing crippled psalms
of radio hiss
Life brings a familiar smile
How I want to hide
From all things prescient
Yet futures remain
Hungry to resent
Hungry to resent
Sanguine, vibrant
Born of the same noose
Blood seeps into our pores
To bring us truth
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3. |
Necrographs
06:29
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Line of forced reason
Innocence betrays
Before our last hope recoils
These moments come
with no warning
Alien yet understood
Pulses cry from a light
too far gone
A sigh from heaven
Just words to crawl in
No death I need to know
more than now
A strange hand in the night
When days pass so slowly
Just words and a belief
What it’s done for you
Such a strange hand
What it’s done to you
Just words and a belief
What it’s done for you
Such a strange hand
What it’s done to you
A sigh from heaven
Just words and a belief
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4. |
Captor
04:34
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We walk in silence
Afraid to fall behind
Love’s novelty worn thin
Repurposed, redesigned
Our names traced in air
We feign the tried and true
Methods flawed and careless
Believing pain is meant for you
You say you’re better off
without me
When guilt brings a second
chance
End my life for someone
other than yourself
Together in pieces
Together in pieces
We cry in silence
Afraid to let go
Ambition dies behind your
shadow love
Repurposed, redesigned
Prophetic seal of resentment
Together in pieces
Together in torment
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5. |
Retribution
04:19
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Show me torment I can’t feel
Come to me
In dreamless night
I feel your mind unfold
Show me torment I can’t feel
Call to me
A mark of second sight
Silent killer in my heart
I feel your mind unfold
Emanations of the self
Come to me
Ex-lover, compel me to be saved
A lesson well lived
A lesson well fed
Orgy of secular dead
I feel your mind unfold
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6. |
The All Light
06:46
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In a victim’s mind
In the darkest soul
Imagine our skull
Splitting into one
Exploding in the sky
Living hall of mirrors
Like a stranger’s eyes
Begging to be free
A prisoner of dead trinity
I’ve seen your light before
Bleeding from the wall
Breathing in between
Imagine our skull
Splitting into one
Shining from the sky
Like a thousand burning suns
No one will believe you
When you tell them it shall be
Nothing can protect us
From the all light we can see
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7. |
Burst Oppression
04:40
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Lonesome mother
Pleading through a barrel
Smothered child
Protect this illusion
Protect me from my soul
Perfection dies
Perfection dies
Prayers descend
Dreams come to an end
When hope looks down on me
You’ll like what it sees
Protect me from my soul
When perfection dies
Our failed heaven
will rise
Who answers when the
godless call?
Time’s fated song
compels us to go on
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8. |
Solstice
03:53
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Fated son
Our safety won’t endure
Time’s passive violence
Fated son
Condemn our fortitude
Under crescent moon
Our baited child of innocence
Will pray to die
Will pray to die
There’s poison in her eyes
Derision will bring you to
your knees
Our love can be the end
All pain will be endured
There’s death in her eyes
Mind, heart and soul
Mind, heart and soul
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Zabus Washington, D.C.
Washington, D.C. avant-garde/psychedelic rock collective, featuring former members of Gorazde and Zero Swann.
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