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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Ariel Mucke
Sean Ariel Mucke
Songwriter
Azrael Howell
Azrael Howell
Songwriter
Matthew Smokovich
Matthew Smokovich
Songwriter

Lyrics

So long my dear
We part from fear
Hold tight
I've come to free your life
Song long my dear
We come from fear
Hold tight
I've come to take your life
Collective inside
Holding this life
Directly beneath
All of my crimes
Now I’m the teacher
Follow your preacher
The sermons begun
Don’t you dare run
No passages shared
And all I have bared
Is nothing compared
To a soul that’s impaired
Given a name
Shredded a saint
Filth in a way
Nothing to fill
The damaged disgrace
Some may as well be as gods
Act hard
Get scarred
Grip palm
Skip the karma bitch
A coarse amongst ventriloquist
And I know anon nor death
Mouth to hold dear
Hate all of men
But hold regard to Vampyre
Guiltless
Close prox
Seeks just with closed fist
Eat ox
Paradox
Hewn scarfs with black tears
Gunshots
Hold no bulletproof soul
Bloodclot
You are not bulletproof holes
I hang by this noose
A foot from my roots
There’s no fucking way
To forget my name
Waterfalls crawl
The dampening world
Continues to fall
And waste away
The children crying
Hoping for something
Many misguided
Falling to pieces we gotta keep tryin
And now as I ever am
The single flame
That set fire pon the world
Like a raw churning rage
For thus a far cry
Your full attention to the stage
Let yea heathens lust
Bonfire burn same
Neglected my wisdom
Foreboding the system
False protest like victims
You are not my kin
Let no man sit up on em hill
Him cowardice them take what is not
Fall upon him steel
 
Come claim your place
In the mountain of space
You are but a speck
In world gone insane
And I will hold tight
To grip this demise
Follow the leader
To hell we will sink
No love and no trust
The mothers and fathers
Are filled with disgust
So how do we flourish
Call to your sister
And call to your brother
For all that we have
Is the futures beside us
Of men who boast
This here be my gawd
Wretched dem sin
Dem not no holy man
This here be my rod
And in a nuh for not me journey
Call away call away
Feh dem eh nuh me worry
Small price for dem to pay
And I know for not the glory
Of the days in yah provide
And I know for not me story
When I’m called to serve on high
All I know is nothing contra to the words that in me heart
What I know is I'm the lightning and the fiya I will spark
Careless we whisper
Truths that are sewn
So we divide
And conquer our own
Let waters be still
For actions are more
Then what we bestowed
On this planet called home
One day we will
Come to our senses
And take that belonging I
To bask in our will
For all that’s been said
Fuck all the hate
We bring to our beds
The boatman is paid
So long my dear
We part from fear
Hold tight
I've come to free your life
Song long my dear
We come from fear
Hold tight
I've come to take your life
Written by: Azrael Howell, Matthew Smokovich, Sean Ariel Mucke
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