MYTHS

by MYTHS

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released 08 September 2011

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Track Name: The Horizon
We lay upon the burning lake
We are the drawn and erased
Our hands held hands, made us crawl
We’ve come to search and destroy

There is a purpose of death
Sweet fruit rots on the grave of youth
Our hands held hands made of clay
False words breed false memories

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ah

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We lay upon the burning lake
We are the drawn and erased
The walking children of the dead
Blue pencil marks forgotten

There is a purpose of death
Sweet fruit rots on the grave of youth
We washed dirt off hands of clay
Paper vanity burns shallow memories

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We won’t die twice like pages lost
These books won’t show now
Where they’ve been cut
Our eyes are always focused on the horizon

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Rebirth
Track Name: Deadlights
I thought this curse it was curved, curbed and cut,
I swear I swore a promise to the Bloody Mary in the mirror,
Dreaming sweet dreams of times before,
It’s an illusion confusion disguised inside a nightmare.
I took a leap leapt crept from the dumbed and damned,
I took a chance and shook shot killed the killer that was in my head.
Slasher Splatter Horror
Lasher Killer Cutter
Silver daggers, Crystal curses,
Get it early in the morning

I keep running,
But the blood’s all over,
Running down the stairs, and through the walls, and through my hair.
You said it wouldn’t happen again,
But those claws, they’re coming out,
From that throat sucker.
Bloody lover folding back over my murder,
It comes back,
It comes back again.


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You’re not real!
You’re not really real!
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When the curtain falls it’s just a bright light,
I’m seeing ///smoking ///mirrors

I looked up into your Deadlights,
///At ///night

Coming here from the shadow plane,
I’m hearing ///scritch ///scratch

You come back just like the undead,
///Your ///head


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You’re not real!
You’re not really real!
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T-H-R-I-L-L-E-R
There are Deadlights shining where we are
T-H-R-I-L-L-E-R
You are the wolf that’s at the door.


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You’re not real!
You’re not really real!
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Track Name: The Labyrinth
The day would come
When we would roam through the night
The trees bend back from our empty eyes
Our fur
It grows to cover your eyes
Our footsteps
Rumbling
Our teeth
Gleaming
Every light
Crunching
Assimilation

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We take all the children
And we marry them in the garden
We take all the children
And we bury them in the garden

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Taking with a hot iron
Ripping with claws
Keeping it in my maw
In the mountain you forget where you’re from

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We take all the children
And we marry them in the garden
We take all the children
And we bury them in the garden
Track Name: Prism Portraits
Got caught in the light of the marble stage
Media blitz
White wall cage
It’s the new rage
Sex is what sex was
Cut, control, define lines
Hide lies behind the bright lights

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Redefine the gaze we’re casting out
Over prism portraits
Who is watching you looking?
Take a photo and sell it
It’s a copy of a copy of a copy

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It’s an original

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An animal now uncaged
Run wild in the glamour game
An image to satisfy
The mass, master, mistress, muse
Mankind creates this language abuse

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What’s being sold?
Who’s been dressed in bold?
While you’re standing there using your eyes
These bodies all come with infrared minds
A dress is not a pass for a conquest
Not just a face like an object
Who sat for that piece that you’re selling?
We hear you asking

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What did you say?
Who made that beat?
It’s originality
What did you say?
Who made that beat?
Why would you think it wasn’t me?

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It’s an original
Track Name: The Crime
Hard wired
Wed
For fear of fear
I’ve been wedlocked
Unlock my heart from your hand

I’ve been wedlocked
Hardwired
Deadlocked
I’ve been wedlocked
Unlock my heart from your hand

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Oh
The ring on your heart
And oh
My dress at night
Oh
The ring on your heart
Oh
The ring on my mind

It’s a crime
To go alone
It’s a crime to go alone
Like you’re not owned.
Track Name: Goldbase
False Shrines
Gold Mines


Don’t, don’t, don’t, and then they say…..


Gold! Up in the house of God!


Black cloth,
Gold cuts,
White cloth,
Hide the witch!
Secrets!


False Shrines
Gold Mines


Don’t, don’t, don’t, and then they say….


Gold! Up in the house of God!