1. |
No Gods, No Masters
07:13
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And the sky
it will burn
and the fields
will burn
and the towns
will burn
as I gaze upon them
The sand will burn
and the sand will turn
into glass
reflecting the night away
I know I never took good care
and it's all at the bottom now
so sorry
it must have slipped my mind
I'd forgotten my name somehow
He said
I think
your fit
to free the rest of us
from the wicked dark distractions
that we keep inside ourselves
I couldn't change
he looked angry
as I walked away
from these misread prophecies
and this dirty cage
I said
this was your gift to give
but its a gift I wouldn't take
take away
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2. |
Puppet for Change
03:11
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Swapping the old liege out
for a figurehead with no clout
who's a puppet for change
and will mouth what they say
set the holy book down
it's an instrument of the crown
created to sway
and mislead as they pray
Down here in the dungeon
you can see all the souls who died here before me
filled to capacity
Driving on the same themes
the fear of God and guillotines
if it keeps the servants at bay
they're less apt to betray
tried to simply point out
all their plot holes
and instill doubt
to their nation of slaves
and they put me away
Down here in the dungeon
you can see all the souls who died here before me
filled to capacity
ambush on the front gates
escape is pending
its never or now
down the hallway
past the chamber
past the portrait with the moving eyes
hastening my stride
outside
in the moat water
using a reed to breathe
to move an not be seen
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I waited
for twenty
shapeshifting
and changing beings
shedding skin to loose all feeling
I have got to stop believing
everything
You're weeping hard
and when you feel his touch
you go out of your head
I know you've only begun bleeding
and I can't bring back the dead
yet
I made it
for twenty
years
among you human being
caught up in your biased meanings
you have got to stop believing
that
i traded for money
my conscience
and half my feelings
but the check
I'm still not receiving
I have got to stop believing
in everything
You're weeping hard
and when you feel his touch
you go out of your head
I know you've only begun bleeding
and I can't bring back the dead
yet
And you're gone
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4. |
The Truth
03:43
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Everything is poking at sores
recently success is keeping afloat
and further more I've and oar and a board
half a 2x4
and a storm's to the north
As everything it swells to the fore
forget about redemption
and settle the score with your soul
it's all you control
in this arduous stroll
on the way to your tomb
The crowd starts to head for the door
and they forget about the matador
he's on the ground
gored through his chest
and it ends like the rest
a casket and respects
another one in the hole
Just as things begin to restore
another natural disaster
another bonus encore
of the truth
as it pertains to you
it's when you think that it's through
is when it starts to begin, again
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5. |
Watcher
06:12
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Just hope you're a lucky one
and when your flame
it does get blown
that it doesn't return again
to revenge
or to bemoan
And you keep on revisiting
your unrest
and your old home
knowing no one is listening
to your dying warnings
And there's no immediate extraction
and everything looks exactly the same
yet there's no weight to your reactions anymore
At night when there's no one home
you can see me
in the window
weeping for someone
i left alone
in too harsh
a dimension
looking over you from beyond
I am your watcher
and you already know I'm gone
and it's for the better
There's no immediate extraction
and everything looks exactly the same
there's no weight in your reactions anymore
your centeredness is melting away
you've become the ghost
your haunting all
the places you have been to
And you're
caught in the middle
of this twisted and bitter
of this unfinished business
between the dead and the living
an eternity to put the puzzle together backwards
And your caught in the middle
of the saints and the sinners
and you're holding on to the flesh
in hopes of forgiveness
you can't come to grips
it might be over and finished for good
And there's no immediate extraction
from this
and everything looks exactly the same
there's no weight in your reactions anymore
your centeredness is melting away
you've become the ghost
you're haunting
all
the places you have been to
And you're
caught in the middle
of this twisted and bitter
of this unfinished business
between the dead and the living
an eternity
to put the puzzle together backwards
And your caught in the middle
of the saints and the sinners
and you're holding on to the flesh
in hopes of forgiveness
you can't come to grips
it might be over and finished for good
If the cabinets close themselves
when the doors jam
and the dogs yelp
I am that window you thought you closed
but is still open
when you return home
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6. |
For All That You Know
02:32
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For all that you know
tonight could be the night it all implodes
and meanwhile your soul
erodes
from a plateau
where you didn't know
you never
have to go
and we go it alone
not that we've been told
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7. |
21st Century Living
02:32
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There is no precedence
for the stress
of 21st century living
ten years will yield wicked side effects
of medications
not anticipated
a transitional disconnect to locked up consumers
glued to computers
It's always clearer in retrospect
checking emotions
and assigning meaning
where street and train tracks intersect
I tied down my feelings
kicking and screaming
express your comfortless happiness
doing everything ever
to keep it together
I know precisely when my body will give in
and when my conscience gets paroled
I see the catastrophe that I am headed toward
and now I wish I didn't know
there's no guarantee that I will live again
or that I will always own my soul
I know that an absentee
don't make a good landlord
condemn this building
it needs closed
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8. |
Columbus Day
02:28
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Indian hiding from Christopher Columbus
going to cut my arms off
if I don't find enough gold
Crazy fucking white man
washed up on the shore
with his metal
and his smallpox
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9. |
Spectrum
05:11
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And you're with me
with your mysteries
that range from purity to....
convince me
of your intrigue
and my trifiling
as it appears from the outside
never go and do what makes you cry
free from ocean is free from drowning
don't say
never or always
for it can strain relations
Clear the debris
and the history
in exchange for something new
like a trapeze
with no safety
in my bad dreams
as she slips
from my white hands
And the spectrum of feelings releasing the smothered emotions is growing
I cant get a feel for the real
And everything is blurry
as I climb up on the rocks
the churning bloody fury
the surf from which Im tossed
and sound it does return
and in between existence
all contractual obligations
and my body of the senses
and my ego speculation
erase
erase
And you're with me
with your mysteries
that range from purity to....
convince me
of your intrigue
and my trifiling
as it appears from the outside
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I drove up the walls of a nightmare
that would not release its hold
it's never the same when you find out
that there is nobody in control
and it's just bedlam
in a free for all
it's all fire and ruins and flesh sins
and redemptions the best hope of all
As if someone's waiting with open arms
to receive and forgive you for all you've done
you wait with your blind obedience
crossing fingers and demanding he lets you in
And you wait
so long
and you waste it all away
waste it on a faith they'll never show
you
As if there's someone waiting with open arms
to receive and forgive you for all you've done
but you wait with blind arrogance
snapping fingers
and demanding he lets you in
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11. |
Repeating Chapters
05:50
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You can't take anything along
and all the banks are still calling after
both your body and cash are gone
pass on debt to the survivors of me
bury them in fees
the casket salesmen are wrong
I'd fit in a child's coffin
if my arms and my legs were gone
saw them off
in the name of science
and please
bury me for cheap
I understand it's complicated
the afterlife has been vacated
Its like Im caught where I don't belong
in an endless
relentless
repeating chapter
where someone has to fall on the sword
one more avoidable disaster
complete
dignified
and free
The confidence
is temporary
wading through
the ordinary
days that are
outnumbering
we're the locusts
the trigger
and the prey
The camera's down
talk to me now
out of context
how you don't expect
the best from them
ever again
talk to me now
the sound is off
The camera's down
talk to me now
out of context
how you don't expect
the best from them
ever again
talk to me now
the sound is off
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12. |
Three Piece
04:01
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Go down
and get a three piece
something good for grieving
again
if you don't mind
they are dropping like flies
in a jar
without a hole
The town
hung over the east sea
it was later in the evening
when from the dark sky
flew unidentified
objects from above
Its on the storm I'm leaving on
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Links Last Moment Akron, Ohio
Members:
Jeremy Reitzel
Gloria Heinricht
All music and lyrics by Jeremy Reitzel
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