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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
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 wherabouts
Sketches on the walls, deciphered through and out
Those weary hands, they’re ill prepared to fight
Bear the burden of the keeper
I have rehearsed a paragraph
For any odd encounter, a fitting epigraph
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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Out At Large
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Sacrificial ground
Artificial light and sound Silenced call to arms Dismissed alarms
Engines mocking
Units flocking
So many hands and seeders...
There’s movement in the void Manufactured heart and soul Labelled and delivered Shipped out at large
Cold cuts canned screams Hot air pipe dreams Blown out of proportion For all eyes to see
Struck the mother lode
Hit pay dirt, hit the high road If many hands make light work Why the hurt in its wake Shake hands and seal
Broker a deal
With the devil or the saints
It matters no more
Sacrificial ground
Artificial light and sound Silenced call to arms Dismissed alarms
Engines mocking
Units flocking
So many hands and seeders Gather no moss
Scattered brands of sinners Together no more
One drop in the land
See how the story’s planted We’re castles in the sand Stranded islands
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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
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 wherabouts
Sketches on the walls, deciphered through and out
Those weary hands, they’re ill prepared to fight
Bear the burden of the keeper
I have rehearsed a paragraph
For any odd encounter, a fitting epigraph
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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Mars Red Sky
Hulking trippy brand of heavy psych that will take you on a total and extreme cosmic journey.
New album out Dec. 8th 2023 on Vicious Circle and Mrs Red Sound!
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