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Take me back
Take me down
Mount the pressure
In the ground
Hope you take
The outer path
All above
Colorblind
Take me out
Take me down
Into the ground
To the ground
Nothing falls
Away from you
All together
Wept the tears
Take me back
Take me down
Into love
Underground
Eat my flesh
Open door
In the lie
From before
On your back
Where you stand
Star crossed sinners
But you don’t care
Keep on moving
Late at night
Another dream
For all time
Roll me back
I ought to run
I don’t become...
Hold the door
Hold the door
Hold the door
Hold me down
Hold the door
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Dreaming of another time
See you fall apart
I agree
All I see
Are dreams
Can’t remember beyond the sea
Need another body
Warned ahead of all the sinners
Cleansed by the fire from above
Take it down
Another love
Floating above the floor
Tempered assassination
All is lost
Unanswered
And Defaced
Outside
Another nameless face
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I will follow you
I will find you
Inside
I will find you
In the cold ground
I’ll find you
I tried to reach the sky
But I burnt out
We will find you
We will bury you
We will carry you
We will
And when the angels find you
They will sing
We will find you
We will bury you
We will carry you
We will
We will
We will
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Mission to the Sun
04:31
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Take all my possessions
Release me from confession
Drain me of ability
In the deepest water
Just waiting for the slaughter
Dark forest
Under the tallest tree
Bind me
In eternity
Stepping on
The corpse of my lover
Hold me back
And send them over
No place for religion
Under the prescribed believes
There is no soul
There is no solace
Under the unbroken sea
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Computers
05:28
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Longer look ahead
From where I stand
I don’t see it sitting
Well at all
Locked down behind
Triple walls
Who is protecting you tonight?
Who has the might?
These angels carry you away
Across the white water
Into black sand
In the computer
And in their hands
The punch is up
Obliterates
The punch is up
Obliterates
Who is protecting you tonight?
Who has the might?
These angels carry you away
On the white water
Into black sand
In the computer
And in their hands
The punch is up
Obliterates
The punch is up
Obliterates
I am not afraid to lose
That degree of control
I am not afraid
To lose it all
From nothing it all comes
Back into Nothing
Dissipates
Longer look ahead
From where I stand
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7. |
In Your Eyes
05:34
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How long do you think it will be?
Nothing
Somewhere
Driving
Stacked decks
Parking space
Going out
But going late
And in your eyes
I saw reflection of the world
Beyond
And in your lips
I felt the cure
But in your mind
All things obscured
Was it erased
Or never there
How could i have recognized?
Beyond
All of time
Coalesce
Inside
How long do you think it will be?
Nothing
Somewhere
Driving
Stacked decks
Parking space
Going out
But going out late
And in your eyes
I saw reflection of the world
Beyond
And in your lips
I felt the cure
But in your mind
All things obscured
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8. |
Three Crossings
03:47
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Sanguine in the glory of
Comprehension within the intermediate
Like the moon wake over the waters
Floor of heaven mingled with the tossing world of stone
The landscape listens to the unborn rhythm
While the neophyte modulates
A syllepsis of sound
Estranged, he becomes self-exalted
Under a vertical sun, the exposed brain
Lidless eye and dis-imprisoned heart
Shaking her obscure body
As they cross the ocean of this world
Each in their average cabin of life
This octosyllabic mantra
You chant in a palatine fashion
Is the trinity of the sphere
Palingenesis of palindrome evocation
Spilling as a fluid from confinement
Realized through each & every movement
Of tongue and body
Reshaping the form of the folds in the dress of emotion
Producing molten points of release
And liberation
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Mission to the Sun Detroit, Michigan
Detroit based project Mission to the Sun synthesizes ambient, post-industrial landscapes with expansive arrangements and haunting vocals to create an atmosphere of lamentation for the world left behind.
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