1. |
Uniform
02:06
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Cover your eyes
Lock the door
Seated figure
in a uniform
You are born
You are born
Think of a life
without witnesses
Do not fall asleep
This is what it is
It persists
It persists
Sinks its claws into me
Not yet fully formed
Always sinks into me
Always being born
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2. |
Young Evil
03:37
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3. |
Italics
04:03
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This is an utterance grown old in
Where is the breath that I was holding?
Inside a useless incantation
I can feel a sickness forming
Italicized
The sun down suits them fine
Italicized
We realize
the sun down suits us fine
and we don’t mind
I read they crested out in silence
upon a weighty run-on sentence
And then the sudden bloom of violence
Enter the room led by a figment
Italicized
The sun down suits them fine
Italicized
We realize
the sun down suits us fine
and so we stay inside
Hand, mouth, dying symbols
Nameless, formless, screaming
until they’re quiet
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4. |
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Lays in the grass, slipping
into a new silence
When will the thought pass,
that all of this was made for him?
Edge of the light
Won’t go inside
Watching the movements
of the dancers in the corner
Jordon and Will ask him,
ask him if he’s alright
His trust has failed, he begins
to shake with all the earth’s screaming
Edge of the light
Won’t go inside
Why aren’t they speaking,
those dancers in the corner?
Tries to remember what brings,
brings him to safety,
brings him to safety
Edge of the light
Warm bed inside
Hauled back into the calm
by the dancers in the corner
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5. |
Win Ben Stein's Money
04:48
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Oh, we feel so good
standing around in a circle
talking shit just like we’re little kids
All of the while, I’m a fist, I’m a pillar
But I’ll just keep repeating in my head
Win Ben Stein’s money
Win Ben Stein’s money
Turning all my friends away
I’m turning all my friends away
with Ben Stein’s money
with Ben Stein’s money
Oh, when he appears
to defend what belongs to him
I’ll say everything he wants
All of the while, I’m a shout, I’m a shudder
I’m breaking into tears because I will
Win Ben Stein’s money
Win Ben Stein’s money
Turning all my friends away
I’m turning all my friends away
with Ben Stein’s money
with Ben Stein’s money
I’m here to fall, I hear you call me down
I’m here to fall, I hear you call me down
I’m here to fall, when will you call me down?
I’m here to fall, when will you call me down?
Pull my breath out money
Push the tide back money
Crush my bones with money
I’m alone now, money
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6. |
Panthalassa
03:24
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An ocean of blood inside
which we were never meant to keep
A million years until a breath
I’m crashing on that ancient beach
I was swallowed alive
I am swallowing light
I was swallowed alive
I am swallowing light
A stranger flexed his jaws at me
all in a tongue I didn’t know
for I had tried to drink the well
Is it recalled, or was it told?
I was swallowed alive
I am swallowing light
I was swallowed alive
I am swallowing light
Hold onto the moment that you knew
it was you moving through the waves
I was swallowed alive
I am swallowing light
I was swallowed alive
I am swallowing light
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7. |
Vanitas Waltz
04:07
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A younger face
A hiding place
For the shapes
of all of the haunts I’ve made
Stay you for a month, for a year
Too cruel to bear
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Terrified
No animal wants to die
Colours that lie
Fallow beneath your life
Stay you for a month, for a year
Too cruel to bear
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Rooms in a house full of still lifes
Pulled part by slow light
Stay you for a month, for a year
Too cruel to bear
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Bending as they grew, bending as they grew
Fall into the view, fall into the view
All that I can do, all that I can do
Not to stumble in, not to stumble through
Failing of the few, failing of the few
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8. |
Felsenmeer
03:18
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I’m amazed by everything
but I don’t understand
Why am I ashamed
of what comes form my hands?
I’m in love with everyone
who I’ll never meet
Fold into a fable and
whisper through the sheet
I can’t feel it
I don’t need it
We used to say ‘I love you’
but now we say ‘drive safe’
Who we have turned into
is not who we made
I can’t feel it
I don’t need it
Felsenmeer
I can’t feel it
I don’t need it
Felsenmeer
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9. |
Last Known Sighting
04:50
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We returned that night to find him there
No one knew how he lit up the air
He seemed to ignite a sun inside his chest
It made him tired, so he laid down to rest
Don’t go
Just tell us what you know
Show us how you glow
Oh, the call from down below
Show us what you know
Centuries spent stumbling in the night
Your memory betrays you as you write
‘He seemed to ignite a lantern in his skin’
It keeps you up,
just wondering where he’s been
Please don’t go
Just tell me what you know
No, he never glowed
Oh, a call from down below
Show me what you know
They returned that night to find him there
All they knew was nobody was scared
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10. |
Un/Form
01:58
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Open your eyes
Everyone is gone
You are not yourself
This cannot go on
This is a sentence
Four words in a row
You have been asleep
Nothing left to show
Still unknown
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Yes We Mystic no longer exists. Final album "Trust Fall" out now.
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