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Fat On Dixie Meat
02:24
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FAT ON DIXIE MEAT
Haunted by confederate ghosts
Hunted by a peculiar institution
Engraved in bronze and stone
Lauded for a treacherous lie
Armored
By your heritage
Edmund Ruffin suicide
A lost cause personified
Prisoner of war
Papering the walls with confederate money
Poisoned memories
There’s Spanish moss in the hanging tree
CHORUS
Fat on dixie meat x 4
The slave trader’s lament
Your hoop skirt disease
Sons of revision
Daughters of cruelty
CHORUS
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2. |
Rid Of You
00:48
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RID OF YOU
You can see it
In the path you take
Your selfish motives
And your past mistakes
Open up your head (x2)
Who is this dark star?
Bronzed savior
With bullhorn mouth
Roaring traitor
Open up your head (x2)
Reverberating mirror
Half dumb, half dead
Open up your head (x2)
Distortion agent
Rallying the inbred
You can feel it
In the pains you take
Tangled reasons
For privilege sake
Hollow handshake
While you shine their shoes
Divert your attention
And they’re rid of you
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I FOUGHT THE MAW (AND THE MAW WON)
Your life
Is only to die, man
Your purpose here
You self-create
Revolt
Transform into a rule of life
What was
Invitation to death
Silent sky watches
Pushing your stone
Searching for meaning
In a formless void
Freedom
Drown your idols in forever sea
Not bound
To prove false eternities
Truth is absurd
No absolutes
You are free, man
To live without appeal
Passion
This contradiction must be lived
The conqueror
Momentary ruler of dominions absent
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4. |
The Gods They Made
02:04
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THE GODS THEY MADE
The dust of the holy land comes to bury me
If war comes it will find me working my peaceful trade
When the rule brought you to this, what good is that rule
A eucharist that fattens then slowly starves
The heretic’s burden
In the age of reason
Against atavistic fears
Rituals become so clear
Break the chains of the gods they made (x2)
Which bronze age myths are we to deem divine?
Who’s translation of time
Do we accept or deny?
Find meaning in chaos
The sun falls on you
To rise again regardless
Break the chains of the gods they made (x2)
You can’t explain away
The natural way
With manmade morals
And passion plays
Break the chains of the gods they made (x2)
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5. |
Midlife Christ
00:52
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MIDLIFE CHRIST
Midlife Christ (x4)
They’re taking over Palestine
They’ve got the region in a bind
Been crucified a million times
Another day, another dime
There’re gray hairs all around my vine
I think this is a fucking sign
Midlife fucking Christ
Midlife Christ (x4)
I can’t escape the daily grind
I wish that I could hit rewind
The tablet that the prophets signed
Are starting to fuck with my mind
Please tell me when I’m past my prime
I’ll turn some water into wine
Midlife Christ
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6. |
Sanctuary Lamp
01:24
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SANCTUARY LAMP
There’s a darkness at the edge of your mind
Shadow of gloom and despair
Can you keep the dusk from taking you
Return the eulogist’s stare
She’s a Coptic smile
A fool who borrows from the dreams
Of youth
Anointed in
Cimmerian shade
You’re not the object of missionary charity
Villainy of faith
Wagons that bring bread to humanity
Pass by leaving no trace
Can only read by
Her dying glow
Faded long ago
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7. |
Aging Well, Aging Often
02:15
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AGING WELL, AGING OFTEN
You want to take my voice
You want to speak for me
You want to make our choice
You want to prove you’re free
You want to live like then
You want to drag us back
You want the past again
You want it white and black
Upset to evolve
Time to die, it’s your… (x4)
You think that you deserve
You think you worked for this
You think we’re all perverse
You think simplistic bliss
You think the blinders guide
You think the child dear
You think the faith applied
You think the lesson’s clear
Victim of progress
Time to die, it’s your…(x4)
We’re gonna break your back
Just to dance to the sound
Gonna take your woman out tonight
Just to ground her down
All of your divine monuments
We use to wipe our feet
Drive your sacred cows to drown in the sea
Glorify in your total fucking defeat
You look for purity tests
You look around for blame
You look for loyal guests
You look wholly deranged
Time to die, it’s your… (x4)
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