1. |
Glaciers
06:56
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Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
How long?
Must we wait?
For the end.
To come fourth.
Who will?
Change the world.
Tempt their fate.
For us all?
Father.
Forgive me.
I am not.
A savior.
Count me.
With the lost.
Not in your.
Imagery.
Penance in a name.
This is how hope was designed.
Assimilate new faith.
Find a calming comfort now.
Temperance impaled.
By a will that’s not your own.
Disillusion in hate.
Save yourself it’s not too late.
And as for me.
I’m frozen in place.
Standing inside.
An arctic circle.
No bravery.
Nor any belief.
Cannot redeem.
This malicious act.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
I pray my soul.
Hasn’t left me.
I pray my soul.
Hasn’t left me.
A glacier is all that stands.
A glacier is all that stands.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
Father forgive me.
For I am lost.
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2. |
818
05:42
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This was no easy transition to make.
It took me years to throw my life away.
It’s an art mastering cynicism.
To the point where it becomes so normal.
Do you know my name?
Can you see my face?
Can you feel the fear?
Can you feel at all?
(Translucent even as I fade.
Into dreams of transparency.
All of my sincerity.
Becomes fragmented shards of glass.
Emotionless I watched the moment pass.
I felt my momentum slowing down.
It’s okay not to think much of me.
I’m not much of a man anymore.)
Anymore.
The air was saturated and hard to breathe in.
Strange to notice something so trivial.
While I screamed.
Do you know my name?
Can you see my face?
There’s a numbered sign.
It read “818”.
(Translucent even as I fade.
Into dreams of transparency.
All of my sincerity.
Becomes fragmented shards of glass.
Emotionless I watched the moment pass.
I felt my momentum slowing down.
It’s okay not to think much of me.
I’m not much of a man anymore.)
That sign by the pier.
Is just destined to haunt me.
What is the meaning?
It’s in everything I see.
The sign read 818.
The sign read 818.
The sign read 818.
The sign read 818.
(Translucent even as I fade.
Into dreams of transparency.
All of my sincerity.
Becomes fragmented shards of glass.
Emotionless I watched the moment pass.
I felt my momentum slowing down.
It’s okay not to think much of me.
I’m not much of a man anymore.)
I’m not much of a man anymore.
I’m not much of a man anymore.
I’m not much of a man anymore.
I’m not much of a man anymore.
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
I’m not much of a man. (The sign read 818).
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3. |
A House Divided
03:24
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In what I believed to be a brief respite from you.
Immediately left me on the precipice, truth.
Somehow I came to the conclusion to write it down.
Find the motive in the mystery and sort it out.
(But that calm that I sought.
Was just something else to taunt me.
With every new line I found.
Nothing in the reasoning.)
Why was this matter of love of any importance?
Is there any real reason for the distain I hold?
Along with every word that was written, a question.
And with every question a handful of excuses.
This memoir of memories.
Proved to be painful.
It’s so dissident and useless.
I can’t find the worth.
Of anything in these pages.
Where is the message I needed?
Isn’t the answer concealed here?
Rectify what you have taken.
From me…
From me…
From me…
From me…
I know I have found bitterness in my solitude.
But it was hard for me to capture anything else.
Honestly though you have begun to inspire me.
To illustrate the story of a house divided.
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Time was the catalyst in all this.
It made feelings surface that I missed.
A new blessed burden to deal with.
Another hope to be released in.
And should god only know.
What I had to let go.
Nothing left to achieve.
No moral victory.
After all there’s no trust.
No honor amongst thieves.
No hint of loyalty.
Just a chance to deceive.
And in the end that’s what we all are.
We just steal life from one another.
All because of the most simple truth.
No one wants to be alone.
(If only a year should pass.
I will give you all I have.)
Who’s to say we’re wrong?
When it’s perfect.
If that’s all we need.
To be content.
It’s necessary
To find someone.
Who can make you whole.
And touch your heart.
(If only a year should pass.
I will give you all I have.
A yearning for completion.
Another desire to mend)
I only just realized the mistake I made.
I extinguished the fire that guided your way.
Surrounded and over encumbered by the dark.
There came a day when I did not value the spark.
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5. |
Gather
04:23
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At a certain point.
Words lose all their subtly.
Context, and meaning.
Are just another thing to pass.
In time they hollow.
With the absence of feeling.
With desperate hands.
With desperate hands.
I’ll write with purpose again.
(Bring me the cadence.
Its serenity is all I need.
To free me from the charity.
Welcome me clarity.
Heartfelt but unclear.
Please breathe life into this moment.
So I can begin to gather
Faith I had yet to find)
Speak to me.
Speak to me.
It’s become daunting.
Something simple so complex.
My thoughts so unclear.
No inspiration to come.
I stare at the page.
A seemingly blank canvas.
With desperate hands.
With desperate hands.
I’ll write with purpose again.
(Bring me the cadence.
Its serenity is all I need.
To free me from the charity.
Welcome me clarity.
Heartfelt but unclear.
Please breathe life into this moment.
So I can begin to gather
Faith I had yet to find)
Speak to me.
Speak to me.
This has brought me no solace.
No grace no enlightenment.
Just reminders of your passing.
I hope it was the peace you sought for.
But what will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
What will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
What will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
What will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
What will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
What will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
What will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
What will I find?
Will I find the strength to gather?
Hope.
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On the day I left home.
Levity offered guidance.
Relief cascaded me.
I was free to start my life.
(Was I deceived?
There must be something more.
What is the purpose of this misery?)
I had myself convinced.
But the truth is I was fooled.
The point I’m trying to make.
Leaving didn’t bring happiness.
Distance brought reminders.
That tried to pull me back.
(Was I deceived?
There must be something more.
What is the purpose of this misery?
A fading light.
Shines over the old home.
As if it is trying to convince me.)
To finally come home.
To finally come home.
To finally come home.
To Finally…
(Was I deceived?
There must be something more.
What is the purpose of this misery?
A fading light.
Shines over the old home.
As if it is trying to convince me.)
(Was I deceived?
There must be something more.
What is the purpose of this misery?
A fading light.
Shines over the old home.
As if it is trying to convince me.)
To finally come home.
Distance brought reminders.
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There’s some untold glory in a second chance.
Then again it’s also a hell of a gamble.
Or was.
What made you pity this weary traveler?
I had no light or salvation to offer you.
Seraph.
(Insatiable.
Never to mend.
False guardian.
Without penance.
Irreverent.
Not relevant.
Means to an end.
Of something less.)
We are.
Burdened.
By the weight.
We carry.
We are.
Burdened.
By the weight.
We carry.
I never knew that I
I never knew that I
Was never meant for this.
Was never meant for this.
I never knew that I
I never knew that I
Was never meant for this.
Was never meant for this.
Now I stand on the precipice of nothing.
Slowly to usher in an era of discord.
Inept.
In order to remove possibility.
Of us welcoming a shameful harmony.
Again.
I never knew this kind of life was meant for me.
I never knew this kind of life was meant for me.
(Insatiable.
Never to mend.
False guardian.
Without penance.
Irreverent.
Not relevant.
Means to an end.
Of something less.)
(We are burdened by the weight we carry)
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8. |
The White River
03:38
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Know that I’ll be with you forever.
Even if life should separate us.
Do not let the future mold you.
Into the very thing you stand against.
But those words are empty, valueless.
When you’re powerless to stand by them.
It seems this world is in possession.
Of a harsher form of irony.
River.
Break my will.
Winter.
Conceals her.
Blood is.
Infused with white.
Hidden.
Before dawn.
Asleep.
Cognitive.
Aware.
Impassive.
Blameless.
Culpable.
Lifeless.
Without a soul.
Sister I hope you weren’t listening.
Instead found peace in an honest sleep.
While someone with your face murdered me.
Let all the guilt be buried tonight.
(No control.
No remorse.
Death of day.
Mourned in night.
I rest here.
Tied to you.
To make sure.
You’re alright.)
Here’s the same old haunt.
To watch over you.
To guide you with a.
Pentecostal flame.
And I will give you.
The name I’ve taken.
With purpose as the.
Ghost of white river.
Seer of.
Apathy.
Balance.
History.
Courage.
Cultivate.
Hope can.
Accumulate.
(No control.
No remorse.
Death of day.
Mourned in night.
I rest here.
Tied to you.
To make sure.)
(No control.
No remorse.
Death of day.
Mourned in night.
I rest here.
Tied to you.
To make sure.
You’re alright.)
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9. |
As Mountains Move
03:28
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(And as I make mountains move.
The heavens will align.
And as I make mountains move.
A soul will rest tonight.)
(And as I make mountains move.
The heavens will align.
And as I make mountains move.
A soul will rest tonight.)
To Even things out.
I’m going take your life.
Requite my own penance in the blood.
Before I answer to a god.
Who couldn’t save her.
Who wouldn’t absolve you.
I’ll finally judge your transgression.
Before I make my way to hell.
(And as I make mountains move.
The heavens will align.
And as I make mountains move.
A soul will rest tonight.)
Now for the first time.
This life feels empty.
It would seem my burden gave purpose.
To a person who had nothing.
My relief and cowardice.
Repose in an unmarked grave.
All of the shame and my guilt.
Will just remain here with me.
What remains?
Innocence?
A new hope?
Fallacies.
(And as I make mountains move.
The heavens will align.
And as I make mountains move.
A soul will rest tonight.)
Help me apothecary.
Locate the will to forget.
In my selfish diversion.
Of just letting it all go.
I take no comfort in death.
But listen to how I lie.
There’s nothing redeemable.
So I’ll live with nothing but.
Just my burdens.
Just my burdens.
Just my burdens.
Just my burdens.
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10. |
Shadow Atlas
03:40
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Vagaries in perception.
Silhouette our whole world.
Division of unity.
Composes death in love.
We’re destitute and sorry.
And long to forget.
Reveries of our contempt.
For those who were lost.
Amnesia of our choosing.
Sorrow we can’t allow.
The world consists of beggars.
Vagrants who disavow.
The constructs that cleansed our souls.
Gave a second chance.
Who will be the patriarch?
To the ones who’ve strayed.
Hatred shadows the atlas.
Then blinds all the world.
(Step aside, justify.
Fear anchoring a lonely heart.
Astonishing, my dear.
How we were once in unison.
Managing harmony.
Finding flow in the melody.)
Vigilant Explanations.
A pretense to the truth.
You were vacant in a sense.
And I was feeling used.
I tried so hard to forgive.
But you tried to forget.
A revelation surfaced.
You can’t escape the past.
Vagaries in perception.
Silhouette our whole world.
Division of unity.
Composes death in love.
Says the dying pessimist.
Who gave his all for what?
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Shoal Lake Lexington, Kentucky
Dylan Conner-Guitar
Dillon Baudendistel- Vocals
Jay Conner- Drums
Caleb Nicholson- Bass
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