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The Same as it Begin
02:48
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I knelt to say just one more solemn hymn
I wept and prayed to stay the devil’s grin
But every day my prayer would end the same as it begin
Oh Jesus Christ, if we live twice, what a price we pay to sin
I bled for days, drunk on rye and gin
And tried in vain to love the Highest’s kin
But every day my prayer would end the same as it begin
Oh Jesus Christ, if we live twice, what a price we pay to sin
A lifetime is too long
To sing the devil’s song - once through
But twice I’ve hummed this psalm - to you
And twice I’ve sung the blues
I broke away and spoke some with His friends
I told them they were wasting so much breath
'Cause every day my prayer would end the same as it begin
Oh Jesus Christ, he may live twice, but twice he’ll meet with death
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Leo Will Eat Aries
03:27
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One Phantom Pain
03:42
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The slipknot is tied, but the hangman has severed his hands
He sits like a child as he hopes for just one phantom pain
To tell him he once felt the world
And leave him tears to love the dead
Who stand indifferent
The moss on his lips is flowering in shades of dusk
And blood on the snow’s iridescent in final bloom
To tell him he once felt the world
And leave him tears to love the dead
Who stand indifferent
Pale insouciance, how beautiful
He dreamed it each and every night
Simpers fading, they’re a facade
And we're all whores
The words on his lips, wrapped in blankets to shelter the sound
They sagged from the weight of his knowledge that the moss had spread
Pale insouciance, how beautiful
He dreamed it each and every night
Simpers fading, they’re a facade
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Till We're Feeling Saved
03:18
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Sister please believe me, I ain’t lied
I seen your sweetness bleed and I tried
To dream the same beliefs the streams that Jesus Christ has cried
But I can’t see the light through all that we deny
My voice is breaking with every curse
Rejoice, you’re sated with empty words
Won’t spurn the statements burned and hatred stained in turn and worse
The waves of noise gave way to voiceless graves of dirt
Fall to your knees and pray
We’ll bleed and sing
Till we’re feeling saved
No no no no
Call to the sweetest grave
We’ll grieve and sing
Till we’re feeling saved
No no no no
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The Mid Season New York, New York
The Mid Season is Sean Harold. Or, rather, Sean Harold is The Mid Season.
Live, Ray Zvovushe plays guitar too. He's a good dude.
The Mid Season recommends:
Bile and Burden
by Standing Southward in a Westerly Wind
My doomy crust-punk band.
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