Tracks

01. Peridot
02. Closing Doors
03. Red Moon Forebiding
04. Dust Collector
05. Forlorn Love (Henry And Karen)
06. Exalting The Shadow Proprietor
07. 3,380 Pounds



01. Peridot

Music by Garry Brents
Lyrics by Chris Francis
Asking for your hand was the best thing
And I can sense you here in the plains of redemption
Wings spread, taken into a homely place familiar feelings
You're with me now and I insure your protection
Unearthed from its once burrowed disposition developed under harsh conditions
The lost soul details his crime as the insidious beckon him to relapse
Stress slapped from his face she kisses his swollen figure bred from an angry past
Crossed off my list, these dying agents come back for one last breath
Asking for your hand was the best thing
And I can sense you here in the plains of redemption
Wings spread, taken into a homely place familiar feelings
You're with me now. I insure your protection
Unearthed from its once burrowed disposition developed under harsh conditions
The lost soul details his crime as the insidious beckon him to relapse
One red cross on my chest - a mark led by her divinity brings to this
This blessed coffin where my dreams of nothing let hate encroach
Surrendering nothing while accepting it all, it made the choice to lift me
Lift me away from this bed where I writhe


02. Closing Doors

Music by Garry Brents
Lyrics by Chris Francis
Freedom stripped again from your dusted clutches
Thrown away into the cosmos
The evils that scold you
Imagination bookmarked like a dictionary for reference, no individual thoughts. None
Manipulation sent bobbing for hope afloat orange waters. Fucked
Ego palette used to saturate that burning desire to be something... but they're not
Thrown away into the cosmos
The evils that scold you


03. Red Moon Forebiding

Music by Garry Brents
Lyrics by Chris Francis
Untold mythos thought to strike from Heavens boring holes the size of geo-metros
From under our earth they conspire with worms
These planted seeds, they're waiting to transform
Constant assaults, targets ignorant and tame, the strong enslaved
Flowering blacks have raped the clays, our saviors push me under mind
No morning sun to rise and poke your eyes
Blacked out by tides that seek to cleanse your life
Exploiting systems gathering what we need to survive
No more sun to come and wake you from your lie
Fold like a deck of cards, a subservient man abhorred


04. Dust Collector

Music by Garry Brents
Lyrics by Chris Francis
Shutting the blinds first prepping for the evening
Open up the bag of seeds, slightly contorted bead priority
Clammy germ obtains the seed, operating selflessly...
Spare the on-ramp, highway speeds exhaust his lunacy
Where do you fall?
We're all placemats to dogs
The substance keeps like glue
Tying up your arm again are you?
I am
Brick dust compound rotten fruit; try
Tell me, what are those men doing over there?
Injection sport shotguns commence at the docks harbored by the H trade


05. Forlorn Love (Henry And Karen)

Music by Garry Brents
Lyrics by Chris Francis
Pulling back, flinch from the nails driven into your knees
Pouring wax, kidneys clamped like the snowstorm in your eyes - god damn this blue spire
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
Simply grow them by the dozen before you slip into the new man's foxhole
This is how it happens, this is new man's catch
The stupid cupids grant your wish and summon sister's laws and cheat your way in
Henry murdered Karen and the spoiled son too, he knew this spider had spun a past vile


06. Exalting The Shadow Proprietor

Music by Garry Brents
Lyrics by Chris Francis
Too many wasted bombs on others, too many wasted seeds of deceit
Too much contrast to boast a helpful word in this world that rewards hate with a suite
You could save them for our own mass of morons, pulsating void of ignorance
Cloaked men invited from your union, two-faced murderers on a steady boat
Too many disappearing motivators looking to pay, dissipate, discard
I run the front desk - the hall they incessantly thrive in
Hiding away not from the plagues, it's the demons, installing their pain


07. 3,380 Pounds

Music by Garry Brents
Lyrics by Chris Francis & Garry Brents
In some hell dug miles below, I pray
As down here, we've all met God
Dried mud on the wall, a portrait blessed
Peasant-bound in this hole,
So I look to the wall
And it speaks: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl."**
But as I begin to decay my bladder spirals out of control
And as I soil my cloths these lashings fall as my back begins to mold
Contour to the pain that I don't feel in but outside
These tears of stitched lips, I cry out of remorse
Eat the bugs I'm fed,
Textures of almond brittle
Hug the chains that leave hickies on my wrists
Link all the decades before this to fake your mind
Mud God, come help: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl."
Through eyes full of dirt you wouldn't see much but shit
Not true; our hope was lost before all of this
Even in my last hours I find my place and think of you
These tears of stitched lips, I don't cry out of remorse
I cry for something more...