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Swim In Fire
04:11
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The state of your sad faith
The gods turn and all walk away
So, how can they suffer wars of men?
It's so comforting to know we’ll fade
From caustic man to coffin and soil
Don’t forget son, turn palms face up
And then I’ll deliver you
His crossing pen turned our world sin
I’ll chance a canned life’s up for one answer
Took ransom for hands clean
Dark firewalls and a cancer
Deep ends for thee
We swim in fire
He is sure of this culling form
Hissing ends the promise talk
Bleach hands in blood and hyssop
Perennial falling star
Now, sing it soft with a lifted head
“It’s a coward’s sin to fail”
My sinful calloused heart
I’ve strengthened and for this love poor
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All Hands Up
03:48
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On hands I crawled here
To release the world
Who hounds that world?
Hands out
All hands up
I’ll answer
The crooked tongue
With a penance, your fee?
You can’t walk soft where they fit in
Now, come in faith
Doubt in tied knots
Some boast and fall
Locked up pose
The world
Discomfort from waste
Defended land
And fake crosses
I was a leper
For the convalesced
All hands up
Years to go
Cry for commenced temple
Count on these flames
A perfect lack
Of course its not faith
Incoming flares
To walk freely from thy confessor
Stretched on a network full of scars
These flames
The Divine Spirit
The Lord reached out
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Culling Now
04:04
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Cry for us all
This place will be laid to waste
Collapse in sin
Crumbled walls
And all praying now
You’ll pray
Depression in all
Hymns of Marion
We were born into this unknown
Now take cover
World is aching for this
Culling now
He suffered to save them
Raised pinnacle man
The pressures in a faith take form
The credit is in our fall
Waves coming now
Watch the crests
One question and it counts
Howling wind
Sails are afoul
Pain you take to free someone
How can a slave’s tongue form
The prayer and psalm?
Now take cover
World is aching for this
Culling now
Drunk and careless
The water cleanses
A fallen, sinning world
Smoke and scent of burning embers
A promise of love
Confessing, a chorus repeating
A frenetic song
Nothing helps
I’m sorry to say it
But the damage is done
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Father Tongue Louisville, Kentucky
A simple animal making music in the basement.
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