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Of Sand And Saturn
06:21
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Burn me with indecision
Scorn me with fear
Spare me the innocence
Pity
Shame
Self righteousness
Scars are made with sharpest blades
They cover me so elegant
With the sharpest blades
That life has made
Put them to the veins of yesterday
Hear me, oh lord of the stars
For thee have I worshipped ever
With stains
And sorrows
And scars
Time enslaves the archon’s victim
With hourglass and sun
Binds me to this confusion
Blinds me with its illusion
When Saturn sways and pulls its weight
The sands of time shall not delay
And does this fate
That I portray
Nail me to the walls of yesterday
Hear me, oh lord of the stars,
For thee have I worshipped ever
With stains
And sorrows
And scars
To shift the ageless as time is hollow
To scald the lips with every myth I swallow
To taste the gods, through sheltered dream
That who in time shall devour me
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2. |
The Butterfly Apostate
04:50
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Any outside life that still holds a part of me
As the road comes hard for all that it cost
Strap it up for the landing the weather goes darker into the divine
Forever lost inside unsealing tomorrow’s fate
Above the sadness of each dream we make
Outside summoner, I’ll wait
For the outside lane to soften the cross
Any outside lane that helps to go farther beyond the decline
Though it frequently drives a poverty of faith
Above the sadness of each dream we make
Whenever this drifting was thought about
Wherever the drifting was fought
In all of the things we forgot about
Among the emptiness
And the lost cause
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3. |
Black Locust Grove
04:12
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From the Queen’s lace
Moss and limestone
From the fur and the fang of the hollows
From the creek banks
Under bird song
For the frogs that will sing into my bones
From here
In here
From here into my art
I wanna keep it there
Ever my home
I know to feel in every cell of my parts
Under geode
Broken fossil
Every toad
Garter snake
Sleeping ‘possum
Home in trees where the people don’t crowd me
Let the Green River flood my heart
Carved into the dirt in every grove
Every cave
Sewn into the land in every barn
Every grave
Torn into the linings of my mark
Sworn unto the bleedings of my animal parts
My art
It’s from here into my art
I wanna keep it there
Ever I roam
Absorb the smell in every cell of my parts
In the sweet space
Blood of my home
Growing plant
Solid rock
Aging gravestone
Home in trees where the people don’t crowd me
Let the Green River flood my heart
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4. |
Shattered
04:06
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Oh please stay
This place has fallen apart
Where there’s no peace to be found or recover
The only way
The only taste of delight that brings us closer to death and the end
It’s on the way
Between the start and the blight
When all the curtains come down to discover
No other way
My will is bent to the fight and I don’t want to let go ‘til the end
Because I just want to be your lover
And I would love to be your friend
Withholding face to the light
Another glimpse of the night
In my disgrace I belong
To this dark, dead end
Oh what a day
Whatever’s left of my heart
There’s nothing left to repair for another
We couldn’t play
We wouldn’t pick it apart when there’s no peace to be found in the end
And come what may
Our spirits shattered and tight
To where the curtains pull back to discover
We tried in vain
We never wanted the fight but there’s no place we can go, in the end
But I just want to be your lover
And I’d still love to be your friend
Withhold my face from the light
Let’s give ourselves to the night
In our defeat we belong
To this dark, dead end
So please stay
This place has fallen apart
Where there’s no peace to be found or recover
The only way
The only taste of delight that brings us closer to death and the end
It’s on the way
Between the start and the blight
When all the curtains come down to discover
No other way
My will is bent to the fight and I don’t want to let go ‘til the end
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5. |
Eleven 33
07:14
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Worn vermilion veil
Folds softly drop in locks of cinnabar and Chinese red
Marks of sindoor placed atop of her head
For all original doubt
Strikes crossly feed our monsters hold to give within or without
They never knew what they were talking about
To play in light
Burn of incense, sage and safety verse
With a mucked up sense of the infinite
Warm mercurial lead
Forms softly silver droplets borne unto the purity bed
From the temple to mercurochrome red
While heaven is bleeding out
A rose upon the endless bleak to live within or without
We never cared what they were talking about
To play in light
Burn of incense, sage and safety verse
With a mucked up sense of the infinite
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Out of bumfuq
There's so much only I could say
A yokel nobody listens to a word
From the bottom of a lake
Where I would not stay
You know nobody could ever make it work
Swimming inside
Of the meaning to find ourselves
For the last time
Before we all die
Is it too much to ask
That I sleep this off
For the meantime
In the mess of my life
And since nobody holds one word
When we pray
We're only teasing ourselves
From the inside
And when our pain is hard transferred
Will we pay
For all the cruelty that we display
As it's something I could never believe myself
I couldn't buy it in any kind of way
Yet there's something to the meaning of our inner self
That only spiritual thoughts can convey
In a lifetime to consider my mortal fears
While watching animal friends slip away
Is it too much to ask to relieve myself
With any substance in any kind of way
And since nobody holds one word
When we pray
We're only teasing ourselves
From the inside
And when our pain is hard transferred
Will we pay
For all the cruelty that we display
In a lifetime to consider my mortal fears
While watching animal friends slip away
Is it too much to ask to relieve myself
With any substance in any kind of way
And since nobody holds one word
When we pray
We're only teasing ourselves
From the inside
And when our pain is hard transferred
Will we pay
For all the cruelty that we display
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7. |
Goatsucker
02:53
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Gods must fade
Evade the incense
In something else with the corpse bird
Forgetting the lark
Why stay among the senseless
When it sends, sends, sends, sends me to bark
On pain
Return to incense
In sacrifice
From the hurting where I’m trying to meet you
Because I can’t let it go to my heart
In the knowing that I’ll possibly eat you
And yet I can’t let go again
Is there something I could ever retreat to
Because I can’t hold it here in the dark
Then I try for something else
Let it go, let it go let it end
On pain
Return to incense
Forgetting of something else
With the nightwing forsaking the lark
As rain, obscures the sun bliss
Inside unhappiness
Let it go, let it go
Let it end
My chains
Across the lost trip
Of happiness
Let it go
Let it go
Let it end
From the hurting where I’m trying to meet you
Because I can’t let it go to my heart
In the knowing that I’ll possibly eat you
And yet I can’t let go again
Is there something I could ever retreat to
Because I can’t hold it here in the dark
Then I try for something else
Let it go, let it go let it end
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8. |
Mere Breath
04:30
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In shaping a purpose
It Seems worthless trying to decide
With every step is the reality
There’s nothing there to find
But something
Pressure on the mind meat and liquid
Try to get inside
Inside
The body gives in to dirt and sin
With skin that dies how fragile am I
No cleanser for this
Infected with a strange virus
Obsession leads me here to scrape
And digs me in deeper than where I started
My vision, there's no color
Ambition pushed off to the side
Out of place
No reality
I can’t identify and my life
Pushes me inside constantly
Irresponsible outside
And in my face there’s no disgrace
What’s left to hide how sorry am I
Am I above this or just lost in process
Frustration leads me here again
Without a goddamned answer more than what I started with
And I’m in my head again
But if it takes a long time to come alive in your mind and do it over again
Could be a pleasure to unravel all the struggles of your time
With some new hope for a friend
Because in time the worry the straining and the hurry
Falls away to the side
May not be easy but it’s over like the shrugging of a shoulder
In the blink of an eye
Then it’s over
Glory hallelujah it’s over
When it’s over
Glory hallelujah goodbye
Then it’s over
Glory hallelujah it’s over
When it’s over
Glory hallelujah goodbye
Goodbye
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Motuvius Rex Louisville, Kentucky
Motuvius Rex is a music project focused primarily on a fairly traditional Gothic sound with roots in Dark Folk and New Wave.
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