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Genuflect Yourself
shed remaining pieces of the war
that drag you to the cold ground
"you have seen this place before"
I just wanted you to know
you'll get away with nothing
They have employed ravens
this is not a life, it is a dream
the parting of the sea - was the result
cast from an author.......
I have suffered way to many lies
to gather back my pride - let me tell you
if your in
there is no other way
it's ALL or nothing.....
light the beacon for the servitors
to show me information
"you have seen this place before"
I just wanted you to know
they're floating right above you
they can feel deception
this is not a song, it is a spell
for who can ever tell - if the result
came from an author.....
I have suffered way to many lies
to gather back my pride - let me tell you
if your in
there is no other way
it's ALL or nothing.....
This is not a life, it is a dream
I wanna hear you scream
like the result came from an alter.....
I have suffered way to many lies
to gather back my pride - let me tell you
if your in
there is no other way
it's ALL or nothing.....
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Ravens
and so a day of reckoning will come - all or nothing
I can only suck so much venom - heal forever.
roaches that crawl in
your flowers of degradation
ingrained acedia
demons that hide away from..
your whatever..
ravens that hide away from..
or whatever.. comes..
haunting tales of your mythology - past or present
can I trust those closets are now clean? - or still cluttered
roaches that crawl in
your flowers of degradation
ingrained acedia
taps on the shoulder from others unknown
alien constructors of bridges so long
will they steer me wrong?
roaches that crawl in
your flowers of degradation
ingrained acedia
demons that hide away from..
your whatever..
ravens that hide away from..
or whatever.. comes..
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Likely Christ Materials
do the cigarettes taste OK today?
does the weather in your head match what you say?
are your friends real friends? is your heart real meat?
stop rehearsing forged realities
with your hand out & see where the wall is breached
probability waves • possibility seized
Elohim, your truth may never come.......
a dollar store barber cuts the bangs
another "Our Father"and "Amen"
another church fumbles from the drone
a cycle that bores you - on the throne
Mick Jagger misplaced his sympathy
Altamont showcased his blasphemy
Brenda's ego got kicked in the teeth
Learn the name of the uncreated one
we were born with the knowledge of right & wrong
til' the cathode ray tube stole the show
Elohim, your truth may never come.. x(a lot)
the postures of yoga snap your neck
celebrity guru, cashed the check
your under trained pastor is a rogue
a cycle that bores God - to the bone!!!!!!
Elohim, your truth may never come.. x(a lot)
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Backstabbers, Haters & Flakes
backstabbers, flakes & haters
plate their trophy egos with fool's gold
that social network moan, is our only scene
self-seeking - self-denial
self-promotion of the self-absorbed
so glad that you have come to live the new dream
the population database is
filled with every suckers hopes & dreams
there's everything to fear, with friends like these
deceptions of my brother
to feed his wounding hunger
to chew off our own neighbor
and humiliate those losers home
loneliness so strong
you only see blood
never think to wonder
how those ideas came to grace your head
....so live the new dream
I'll keep clickin' to fuel your cyber-spotlight
...your not lonely anymore
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I'm Not Affiliated
journey back from nothingness
the pleasures that will call you forth
a mongrel knows not when he's found or lost
make the walk down to the trails
where parkway cars may melt away
then you'll know where I will live & stay
DJs comin' home, so he said
my ex-wife could take no more
Mother shakes her head & smiles
"you don't have to hold the door"
You can't come here
do not call me son - for no one
paper, ink & tongue
you were the takers of your bone
your not the makers of my home (x2)
I have failed some lost exam
domesticated, trunked & locked
metallic rooms of calendars & clocks
make the walk down to the trails
where sparkling sunlight gripped your face
aesthetic moments trapped between your pain
DJs comin' home, so he said
my ex-wife could take no more
Mother shakes her head & smiles
"you don't have to hold the door"
You can't come here
do not call me son - for no one
paper, ink & tongue
you were the takers of your bone
your not the makers of my home (x2)
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The Old Children
03:12
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The Old Children
this time the crows not to feed
find yourself in my hand
when the talons let go you fall down
to the nest of my jar
poke holes in the lid
and store you up on my bookshelf
my point of view is one small hole in the tree
it's clear the muse's talent has peeked
I drank for years with the masons on Coroner St.
the old children don't let you daydream
there will be no inceptions - or
fresh virgin oceans
that you could explore from your room
you can borrow my maps & stare at my blueprints
but who's gonna pay for the fuel
this towns all your ever gonna see
this mans just as lost & can't find peace
something has lead you astray
now I'm a bitter man
your contagious. stay off my swing
all the ghosts in the playground
think I don't know they're here
well, they won't get no wisdom from me
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Mr. Invisible (Six Feet Hole)
I'm Mr. In - visible
Real to you. Fake to most.
You know me? I sure as fuck know you.
sparks. burning hair
shovel & skull. 10 inch square
water & soap.
Let's see you try & mock the dirt.
Only when your in pain
do you turn to words.
As you tripped on the language
you wished they heard.
end that invasive noise you call your voice.
Now Mr. Big Mouth's got no tongue.
This situation's your own fault.
Crawl, Get Under!
I'm Your 6 Feet Hole....
No epilogue, no funeral.
No eulogy, no prayers of hope.
Your pseudo-presence won't leave a hint.
Look! Tough Guy lost his hands and feet
He'll be leaving MY Reality.
There's a place where you never existed.
Now Mr. Big Shot's soaked in blood.
This situation's your own fault. (go to G)
Crawl, Get Under!
I'm Your 6 Feet Hole....
I'm Mr. In - visible
Real to you. Fake to most.
You know me? I sure as fuck know you.
you refused to erase yourself
so I swam through the ether - to cast forth hell
now your carbon - hydrogen
nitrogen - oxygen rot.
Now Mr. Big Shot's soaked in blood.
This situation's your own fault. (go to G)
Crawl, Get Under!
I'm Your 6 Feet Hole....
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Peter John Sullivan Stafford Township, New Jersey
"My entire discography is a demo.."
Main storefront for God Wants Us High releases.
Many reissues from the cassette label Otis Stokes
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