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Coyote Dancer
06:04
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Out with the old
And in with nothing
The desert takes
But I want something
More than sweltering golden rays
I want to become the God of Night
So I can purloin the day
I want to feed on bloodbags
Fully gorged with liquids not yet vanished by the sun
Unblinded as I shoot toward the eagles
My evil gone unseen as I stalk the lands between
By moonlight I'd splinter bones for toothpicks
And belch with a belly beyond its fill
And laugh as God calls me ruthless
Because happiness doesn't perfect the kill
I take audience with the coyote
Matron of thieves
To pick apart the others
And fortify me
What I want is theirs and they don't share
From a lofty perch condemning
So loathsome of the left hand path
That they would kill me in my infancy
I've been told that I'm still fresh beneath the sky
But violent seasons have licked the placenta from my eyes
And laboring beneath the weather has turned my skin into leather
It's the shell that's kept my withering soul together
For so long I lived off of nothing
'Til nothing became the thing I believed I was worth
As I watched those around me flourish
I lamented the day of my wretched birth
For who would pity me if not myself?
They measure a life by the sum of its wealth
Not by the blood on its hands or the truth from its mouth
So I'd steal for now to halve the hell
I take audience with the coyote
Matron of thieves
To pick apart the others
And fortify me
What I want is theirs and they don't share
From a lofty perch condemning
So loathsome of the left hand path
That they would kill me in my infancy
For so long I've lived off of nothing
I've burned and blistered and peeled for the sake of nothing
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Guerrilla Particle
04:23
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"Don't hide in that metaphor"
Cried the spider to the fly
Watching with a glint in one of eight eyes
By the light of a wind-whipped flame
And deeper sinking in silken sheets
The question lies in the bed she made
And I've been mummified in denial's web
With a red belly where my blood and guts were shed
Misery holds a short leash
And in whatever form it will find me
Usually small with a promise of sweet
Draped in a shawl of beauty that's blinding
Oh heavenly fangs
I've missed your pain
Cast down your shame
And let me wilt in its shade
Do you feel me?
Because it feels the same
These torrents are vain
What hides in my arms doesn't touch the rain
But go now to your friends and play
To the dopamine flush of an inhaled escape
The pleasure of fantasies that still pervade
Because as much as you can get is what you deserve to take
I need more than the taste
I need bandages and fibers replaced
A guiding flame away from the murky shapes
Of the soul that I learned to hate
But lie in wait
Wait until this blood-molasses permeates
And these wet seeds
Shoot their roots right through me
So you might hide safely
In the shadow of my weeping tree
With a crooked trunk
That grows in the breeze
Misery holds a short leash
And in whatever form it will find me
Oh heavenly fangs
I've missed your pain
Cast down your shame
And let me wilt in its shade
Do you feel me?
Because it feels the same
These torrents are vain
What hides in my arms doesn't touch the rain
I'll admit it now
I've been afraid
For all of my life
My faith's been carved away
The deepest cuts bleed
And bleed again
Made at the edge
Of a lover's serrated blade
Carving our war on a crumpled piece of parchment
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Mythmaker
03:02
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Red deer skull mask
Transcending the real
With vision trepanned
You could not find the beginning
So you looked inside
And you found shamanism
Forsaking your heathenism
You denounced your flesh
And pitied the animals
Fancying your mind to be human
When deep down your heart was still wild
Headdresses and feathers
Some reverence for things tangible
And far less malevolent
Than a loving God
Elements to drown you
A sky to burn you
An atlas of scintillating stars
With beauty to spurn you
A dismal wake of cemeteries
Greedier with carrion
More meager meals to feast on
With jarred organs give the last rite
And what's left for worms to dine
Fastidious pardons from damnation
And lonely in divine creation
Consigned to apocryphal fact
Eidolon that bind
Apotheosize the blind
And assail the black
Vexing mobs by weeping moonlight
Doomsayers and tribalism
A frail hand of might
Making myths to lord over the land
Red deer skull mask
Descending into madness
The evil eye is hiding
Graves
Grieve
Slaves
Sleep
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Rinse My Eyes With Spit
03:20
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The first gassed me out of the watchtower
Then the second rinsed my eyes with spit
As the slings of arrows flew they splintered
And landed like bee stings on their target
Every other shield was riven
And the weight of the scales turned the tide
The noble blood was quickly given
And the walls began to crumble from inside
I am a prisoner
Watching their lives
From the bottom of my blindfold
As I anticipate being torn apart
They only want me to see
My own execution
At the moment I'd rather go blind
They don't want me to remember the rest of the world
Cry, whisper, blade
The stings of hope fall away
I wanted to bleed truths untold
But I was afraid to die and my feet got cold
The tomb is dug inside my head
Picking apart the grace bread
Experience nourished their wisdom
But it beat bruises into my skin
I watched the blooming of spring behind cold bars
Watched the harvest while the earth beneath me falls apart
Saw their children play in grass; mine sleep on dirt
I was told this is life and it's better to die
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Sasqwytch Albuquerque, New Mexico
Direct-to-video metal anthology
Music written and
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Tso'Apittseisheth - Percussion
Pazuzurayuli - Bass
Ucumasag - Guitars & Vocals
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