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That House
04:06
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I saw what I saw, and I cannot erase it
Ingrained in these walls, and I cannot escape it
I'm sweating it out, I'm afraid I won't make it.
Wondering how, and spending my days
suppressing this doubt, so harmful in ways
I could not allow, but passing unphased
somehow I've held on to my faith.
I saw what I saw, and I cannot erase it
Ingrained in these walls, and I cannot escape it
I'm sweating it out, I'm afraid I won't make it.
Burrowing down these thoughts of disdain
Hallowed ground, the place where they lay
Wondering how it ended this way
But somehow I've held on to my faith
~ Sermon ~
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2. |
That Night
05:37
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Quiet, contemplate, to find what brought me here
Remotely initiate a sense of silent fear
Lights flickering to remind me I'm still here
Smoke scintillates to remind me I tend to disappear
Floorboards crack under my step
The sun escapes from out of my grip
The clearing trees sway but slowly I crept
The moon pulls, the tides raced as I slept
But the truth is I'm scared as hell
To calm my mind, release and swell
These nervous thoughts often prevail
So breathe in, I'm not so well
Red proliferates with sky blue, blinded eyes
Hide, evaporate, in the guise of green-blue signs
The mind suffocates in an attempt to manage time
Relax, concentrate, and bring it all back to the scene of that damn night
Sweat burns through the pores of my shirt
I drag you through the rocks and the dirt
Born again, I slip through the winding gate
Recline into the stitches that are sewn in the seat
But the truth is I'm scared as hell
To calm my mind, release and swell
These nervous thoughts often prevail
So breath in, I've got to tell
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REM
03:16
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Over/under, listless history
Junkspace, this place, will it miss me?
Borders dissolve twisted treaties
Walk with head down, keeping discreet
Advertisements crammed down my throat
Brutalism, vacant clean slate
That house, that street, look in my coat
Wallet's empty, I lay prostrate
Baptize cleanly, fear is fleeting
Sacred ministry, Alter's bleeding
Ceremony lost in memory
Church floor's lonely, passed out dreaming
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4. |
Please Don't Go
06:20
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I opened my eyes to dead sweat on my face
Pale droning static crawled through the caverns of my ears,
I closed my eyes.
Kicked back in confusion and reluctance, I closed my eyes to recollect what just happened.
Now only a whining ring perforated my ears,
I closed my eyes.
I was in shock, shells rained down and twisted and battered my life
Blood pulsed through my heart with such paralyzing power
Reddening, my face radiated and my only action was inaction
"Come back", was all I could say.
"Please don't leave me,
Please don't go"
I have to keep myself composed
Rest back, repose.
Extinction plagued the filthy streets
Tunneling voids burrowed through the cracks of the pavement
Steel punctured the sky, and the clouds, and rain poured
As if begging to God for mercy.
Closed circuit cameras captured the catastrophe
Brutal monuments framed the scene
I opened my eyes as dying rays of sun gleamed
I closed my eyes, and it is here that I resign.
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Rusticated
03:26
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Rain settles on the rusticated stone
Wind echoes through the gates along the street
Climbs the bank, filling space that used to be a home
And spares itself with grace, accepts defeat.
I recall the voices of a family once here
Rationing for whatever they can find
With reddened eyes, sleep deprived, the end is near
Frantic running from what's left behind.
But I recall the dress she wore that night
Muted colors run along the hemline
But red seems to overwhelm in this light
Surely that amount can't only be mine.
Blood settles on the rusticated stone
All I need right now is to be left alone.
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Jag One Jackson, New Jersey
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