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Apologize
07:13
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Apologize or pull out your eyes
There’s nothing that we can’t see anymore
You left us behind and fled
The ones who now remain know what we've all been waiting for
Broken by some design
We would not understand until
It had become too late
Now the reckoning comes
You wallow in your guilt
We know you hesitate
Apologize or pull out your eyes
You won’t be safe but you may survive
Apologize or pull out your eyes
We don’t forget
We have endless time
Apologize all you want
This wasteland forgives no one
Stallions and wolves have fled
Returned back to the void and cast themselves before the sun
Haunted by some design
Hunted by something we can barely now recall
Now the reckoning comes
Your wavering delays
But won’t change why we’ve come
Apologize or pull out your eyes
You won’t be safe but you may survive
Apologize or pull out your eyes
We don’t forget
We have endless time
Apologize or pull out
Your eyes
Apologize or
Pull out your eyes or you’ll apologize
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Wolves
07:27
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There are stars in all our eyes
Their light is a shroud
Lovingly
Holding these bare corpses
Fingers as empty as winter dogwood trees
Bring out the wolves
Bring them out from your eyes
Don’t hold them back, they’ll only eat you inside
Bring out the wolves
Bring them out from your eyes
There are wolves in all our eyes
Headless infant corpses
Lovingly
Holding these bare branches
Fingers as empty as winter dogwood trees
Bring out the wolves
Bring them out from your eyes
Don’t hold them back, they’ll only eat you inside
Bring out the wolves
Bring them out from your eyes
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Horses
06:33
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We are the gods we worship
Down on the plains we stay free
Our broken bridles will mark all the graves
Of any masters looking for steeds
Your pupils are black holes and they’re greedy for light
You’re waking from a dream where you’re still alive
There are no gods
Only mustangs racing over the plains
Hoofbeats thunder in ecstasy
Hoofbeats are thundering ecstasy
Your pupils are black holes and they’re greedy for light
You’re waking from a dream where you’re still alive
There are no gods
Only mustangs racing over the plains
Hoofbeats thunder in ecstacy
Hoofbeats are thundering ecstacy
There are no gods
Only horses
Out on the plains
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Oblivion
07:04
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The sound that made and bent the world
Echoes back through all you do
Though it made you wise
You’ve ignored what’s true
The Earth will only break the plow
Given the time the blade wears down
Barren fields, all left behind
With none, but bones to survive
Building our way to oblivion
And we always were
And all these countless years before
This age of apes rose to the fore
And buildings burst up from the clay
To claim their space and then fade away
Stars were swirling like the sea
Their edges burst with mystery
Like stars all bursting in your eyes
We’re burned alive but still survive
Building our way to oblivion
And we always were
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5. |
Chemicals
03:47
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I took your tongue because you heard that there were sounds in light
You read my lips, now the tip of this needle will remove your sight
I felt like floating, my fingers felt remote and I was still wide awake
This land of silence is beautiful, in violence we will consummate
Your frequencies are diseases that it pleases me to manipulate
My chemicals are the highest order of any harmonic rate
The colors curved and creation, cradled in carbon, came
The sounds will break all the stables, horses are finally able to escape
Burning chemicals until I’m awake
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6. |
Voidward
07:51
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Riding the worm
Folding time
Elemental
Annihilation
Shuddering worlds
Torn apart
Wait no more
Turn to the void
Folding time
Folding space
Open the sun
Lay all to waste
Inside this mind’s eye sleepers will awake
And make their preparations to escape
There is no consequence for those who wait
Into the void, now ride on this timequake
Out of the sun into the void
Out of the sun into the void
Out of the void into the sun
Out of the sun into the void
Riding the worm
Folding time
Shuddering worlds
Turn to the void
Out of the sun into the void
Out of the sun into the void
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7. |
Seven
02:38
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Out on the plain
We hear them moan
The howling of wolves
The drawing of bows
The light of gods are in their eyes
The lightning bolt
The thundered sky
The light of gods are in our eyes
We hear them moan
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8. |
Cobalt
04:57
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All our blood combines
A war within your womb
A calf’s skull, slick with the afterbirth
A wolf’s body, all sinew and girth
We are your knives
Sharp as the dawn
We are the plow that splits the sky
We are the seed that bears your fruit
All our thoughts combine
The bastard you bear is the blade that delivers your doom
We are your knives
Sharp as the dawn
We are you knives
We are the plow that splits the sky
We are the seeds that bear your fruit
A calf’s skull, slick with the afterbirth
A wolf’s body, all sinews and girth
We are your knives
Sharp as the dawn
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Voidward Durham, North Carolina
Hailing from Durham, NC, power-trio Voidward embraces the deep swagger of classic rock and metal, wrangling relentless riffs
against swirling rhythms through shimmering psychedelia. High concept/low brow guitar+bass+drum epics with vivid vocal melodies and harmonies.
For fans of The Fucking Champs, Sigur Rós, Black Sabbath, Antônio Carlos Jobim, and The Riverbottom Nightmare Band.
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