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Closed Casket
03:53
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I walked alone along the river that night
Searching for a place to hang my head
At the right angle
It might clear out on its own
I drug my feet along the train tracks
Praying to feel the steel vibrate
They told me I would regret it
What was I feeling
I sifted my hands through the thorn bush
To show myself that I was real
I held your words closely to my ears
I guess that's just the way it is
I guess that's just the way it is
Well I've been down and out
I've seen the bottom before
But the only hands that came save
Were covered in filth
Now here I lie
Broken legs beneath me
My body one
with the earth
I pray
For slumber
As my bones begin to rot
I see your face
Hand in hand
You broke my fingers
One by one
You tore them off
Now they say
That I'm too far gone
They say that I can't be saved
A broken watch that can't be wound
I may never be repaired.
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Ox King
02:46
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A broken cross lies on the floor
You know you're daughter's gone.
But it still ain't home
So please don't tell daddy his little girl's done wrong.
Because you know it's a full damn moon
A scent of blood in the room
We hope she's the only one
Well god damn a bad man came
From way out west
And this town ain't been the same
I can feel it in my chest
I can't say he was born of the devil
But the look in his eyes made the pastor spit
Lock your doors or he'll let himself right in
A broken cross lies on the floor
And she don't love me anymore
I swear there will be blood
No force can stop my hands from shaking
And I won't stop 'til I see red
Well god damn a bad man came
A bad man left
You won't see him again
The ox king rests
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Hark
02:26
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Rise
Rise men from wilted roots
Dirty teeth and rusted suits
Altar boys have locked the door
To a congregation of thieves and whores
Vigilance fills the air
Forgive me father, for I have sinned
You took this land with and iron fist
A mother's tears and fathers missed
His army can't stop us
Your army can't stop us
Can't stop us
Burn the king at the stake
Poverty and pestilence wet the lips of the people
A broken crown under the reign of them
A burning church, a flaming steeple
Smoke pours to a blackened sky
Wake up
Cold and alone
And procreate
It's a lions den
It's an epipen
Everything dies if you're willing to wait
You stole this land
We took it back
From broken hands
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