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For any sort of pain there’s a market and a remedy
Stocks bonds up & down the chain of custody
Keeper of the Flagstaff a sniper at the ready
Prone to snap hands clapping cracking codes & ribs
Fire up & down the rapids shoot the medecine
He'll quit and join the race, the rank & file for normality
If you can make it there you’ll make it anywhere
Just what you’d be making exactly is anyone’s guess
Soon it’s the pat on the back
The ravings, the panic attacks
Fool it’s the common mistake
The fun and the fin in the lake
Soon it’s the cast of a die
The shrewdly slanted device
Thank the groom for a room so dank
Phantom-powered light bulbs flicker in a fish tank
Who’s that waiting on the other side of the receiving end
Cold-blooded doner with ghastly manners
I was leader of the aging pack when I found her
Sketch out etching replicate shipped out built-in operator
Soon it’s the cast of a die
The shrewdly slanted device
Fool it’s the bid in the auction
Break even or break into heaven
A figure head of state a true visionary
Joins the rank & file for dependency
Investigating what lays back yonder
What might come out of it I dare not wonder
Soon it’s the pat on the back
The ravings, the panic attacks
Fool it’s the common mistake
The fun and the fin in the lake
Soon it’s the cast of a die
The shrewdly slanted device
Fool it’s the bid in the auction
Break even or break into heaven
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It's lonely up the Tower
Up where the moon and the stars are always out
I keep watch I tend the fire
I document my whereabouts
Etchings on the ceiling deciphered through and out
It's lonely at the vanguard
Those weary hands they’re ill prepared to fight
I bear the burden of the keeper
I have rehearsed a paragraph
For any odd encounter a fitting epigraph
Still lonely up the tower
Up here the moon and the stars forever out
I still watch and tend the fire
And keep track of my whereabouts
Sketches on the walls deciphered through and out
My kingdom for an empire
A frame of mine intricate maps of my own design
I let silence answer prayers
And mocked the squalor of your savior
Towering the flock two idle needles grin forever
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The Final Round
06:22
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No referee, no name, no game at all
The final round is sweaty
As I hear the bell ring-worm
Flabbergasting times... The leaders...
Before they strike down every man
Not a woman will be spared
Before they shoot down every friend
Even the wounded won’t be there anymore
No time to see the Messiah-Lord
They get into the back of my land
Side by side, blood brothers
No time for asking questions left
But a bullet for our leaders
Before they strike down every man
Not a woman will be spared
Before they shoot down every friend
Even the wounded won’t be there anymore
No time to see the Messiah-Lord
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A Choir Of Ghosts
03:22
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Carnival Man
07:42
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Careful where you tread
In these latitudes
Watch them plunging dead ahead
In a predatory mood
Here in the fire and exhaust
A choir of ghosts rejoice
So many red lines you crossed
The help will show you to the pyre
Devoted young esquire
Thirty pieces of copper
He'll tread his way to hell and back
Lay dream pipes under fields of potters
Let's burn Carnival Man
And save the Golden Bough
You broke the mold yet again
Let the sullied gold repose
The sorry lay of the land
Your fabled lot will soon be gone
Let's burn Carnival Man
And save the Golden Bough
The sorry lay of the land
A choir of ghosts rejoice
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Trap Door
00:46
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Slow Attack
04:50
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Dwellers of Limbo here we go
Now bring the top down slow
Loss leaders show up for the crowning of a clown
The last ghost in town clad in a glorified gown
Next guest will host the Grand Parade of Unicorns
Hoisting their colors with their blinkers on
What devil stored inside
By a trap door waiting still
His patience wearing thin
Will he cave or cast a die
Try our mental circuitry
Breach in our insecurities
Here there's only nowhere left to hide
Dreamers on strike plan a slow attack
We lack ambition but we're keen to fight back
Heavenly bodies seen from where we stand
Are so disappointing at a closer range
They'll brand the moon, speculate on our very dreams
And leave us wondering
What devil stored inside
By a trap door waiting still
His patience wearing thin
Will he cave or cast a die
Try our mental circuitry
Breach in our insecurities
Here there's only nowhere left to hide
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Heavenly Bodies
03:22
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Mars Red Sky
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