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Open Wound
05:27
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Mother, I don’t have the heart
to show you what kind of world you’re leaving
They call for blood and fire
and what they say, please believe it
We knew the right words
They struck us dumb
In a primitive spasm, they swallowed our tongue
You call for reason
but the call’s too soon
You can call it hysteria, but it speaks to the wound
The open wound
Now the wolves are at your door
and now the snow is at the window
Blood memory of war
pulls me back to the way the wind blows
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Sparta
05:34
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My spine is coiled into a question mark
Straighten out
In ages past, they’d have an answer for me
Weed me out
Powerful future
Iron horizon with the broader shoulders
And if we’re falling back into the old fires
Am I strong enough for what’s to come?
Lie awake, I lie awake, praying
Am I strong enough for what’s to come?
Sparta, answer me now
Drowning in wine, a child unfit to float
Suck it up
The world’s machines kept me alive too long
Mother’s chasm, throw me on the rocks into a
powerful future…
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The Last Faith
07:55
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Black holes, white wall, the face of Man
drawn in the sand at the edge of the sea
Flat face, Christ face, Year Zero face
The numbered days
Ocean, swallow me
Those shallow shapes drawn on the wall
soon washed away
The last faith will fall
A human faith to bind us all
Like gods before, the last faith will fall
Flat face, Man’s face, the one belief
our dignity pinned onto the screen
Black holes, white wall, the close-up frame
inhuman mask, sever head from body
Before we’re gone, our face will go
the high ideal swept back to the flow
No common love, the bonds dissolved
no brother’s vow
The last faith will fall
Like gods before...
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No Victim
04:05
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You promised suicide, but you lied
You never died
You spoke of trauma, but who knows what’s inside
The appetite of a tyrant, the image of a slave
You make a mess of your cradle
with the dirt you stole from the grave
Maybe insane, maybe an evil child
Maybe just weak, or maybe just addicted
Either way, you’ll make the ones around you pay
and you’re no victim
I walked the sands with you, burning son
You’re not the only one
More like a brother, but our love is done
The mad man myth of the prophet
phoenix from the smoke
I loved the way that you smashed the tablets
But the stone’s caught in my throat, then I choked
Maybe I’m fake, maybe a righteous coward
Maybe too quick to pull out some dictum
I draw the line, but am I really not your kind?
I own what’s mine, and I’m no victim
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Animal Outside
06:17
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When Nature reaches her hands back inside us
Her touch may be much colder than we ever dreamed Her sacred fire won’t appear as a mother’s love
But as the cunning of machines
Outside is animal, cold and mechanical
Outside has fangs and it’s at the door
But what about the vow? What about love?
Don’t mention love
So what’s left inside? Is there nothing more?
When all the numbers take aim at the stained glass
I’ll build a wall of my own, walls of the heart
Live out my days warm inside the cathedral
beneath a dome of human stars
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Shibboleth
01:51
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A Pill
09:02
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This is how it starts, with a thought
Not a lot, just one thought
This is how it grows, with a touch
Not much, just one touch
And I may ask myself where my humanity went
And I may ask myself, have I burned out my sacred filament?
You speak for power, but where is your will?
The world seen through a pill
Fat from the old spoils, you forgot how to kill
Are we animal still?
This is how it hides, in a joke
But where there’s smoke, you know
Fire of contagion, you can’t call this reason
Cause where there’s smoke, you know…
You burn down reason with a chemical fire
Swallow down the new liar
Your human body now cold as machines
The flesh no longer dreams
Are we animal still?
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Psalm Zero New York, New York
Psalm Zero is a NYC/LA based band led by Charlie Looker, featuring members of Kayo Dot. The band's first two releases, 'Stranger to Violence' and 'The Drain', are available on Profound Lore Records. The third LP is available here, on Last Things Records ... more
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