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we'll break their bones, tan their hides
there will be no suffering in wake, no afterlife
we'll break their bones, with stones and fires
we'll use the water to bend the light, in the deer's eyes
prisms unfold, wind stokes the fire and the light
the prisms unfold with the light, the wind stokes fire, the splinters of light
we'll use the water to bend the light, in the deer's eyes
we'll use the water to bend the light, atmosphere and time
litany of sleep, bringer of bile and creed
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Birds Of The Sea
04:36
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just fold the page, amputate the sky
sharpen your quills, sharpen your wits
his soil is black, the sounds of hooves and harvest
animal skins, weave in your braids
keep humming your hymns
keep humming your hymns
with quills we stitch in silence
the sounds of hooves and harvest
keep humming your hymns
we will prepare for the sun to catch fire, our bellows below
we will prepare for this flight to catch fire, with feathers and bones
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Into The Bush With Axes
08:14
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resin of myrrh, dust from the eather, gathers below
shriveled hearts, and glass, is all that will show
all of our streams will not divide, all of our streams will not divide no,
all of our shapes will not divide, all of our shapes will not divide
it’s the frequency of your own noise, the suspension takes hold, the resin of myrrh
resin of myrrh, dust from the eather, gathers below
we’ll wake up slow, covered in ashes, gore beneath us, covered in ashes, gore, lies
when you think you’ve got to hold on, work your fingers right to the bone
it’s the frequency of your own noise, the suspension takes hold, the resin of myrrh
all of our shapes will not divide no, all of our shapes will not divide
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A Song For The Trees
14:07
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white pines, doug firs, all of the giants of the canopies
mycelium filaments, branching bacterial colony
white pines, douglas firs
mycelium filaments, branching bacterial colony
white pines
untraceable apostle of death
untraceable, hands stretched out to the darkness below
unrestored apostle of death
hands stretched out to the darkness below
illuminations, a spark from a stone,
fractures the light in the cave, and the glow
all divinations are welcome to die
this is our pyramid, our third eye
illuminations, a spark from a stone,
neural concord fractures the light, light
wolves in the heavy moon
all divinations are welcome to die
this is our pyramid, our third eye
this scene’s too slow, and we can see for miles
my tent’s in the distance, under the trees, shadows galore
galore, galore, mountain views, the cedars grow, grow,
galore, let there be agony, demon sword, gore, galore,
demon sword, gore, gore
we count the taking of a life in the snow
we count the pages of a life
a crumpled piece of paper, ink stains from quills the drippings
gore, gore galore
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You Big Ox Los Angeles, California
My name is Derek. I play the drums and guitars. I have 2 cats. Pizza should never have more than 3 toppings. Cycling and backcountry camping are the best things in life. I don't fuck with carbonated drinks, never have.
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