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Epidemic
04:34
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The world is sick sick sick to death
We're all sick sick sick to death
When will we earn our day of rest
I'm sick of waiting
There's no time for me to mourn my friends
Worked to death begging for the end
Under heat lamps pass out from the strain
Wake alone in the hospital insane
Human stain my epiphany erased
It was all of everything you ever made
Won't forget the nothing that you gave
from the hospital, or from the grave
I don't think that I'm over it
I hear my voice on the tv
Figure eight
I don't even recognise the name
With my love just might make our great escape
Digging deep and fall into the waves
Nothing but time here trapped inside the cage
Peeling paint a voice without a name
Bright lines blurring away
I don't think I'm over it
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2. |
Quarantine Haircut
03:20
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Cut my hair
Just to feel like I have changed
Paint my nails
Calling out your name
Who needs isolation?
Who needs isolation more than me?
We can be irregular
Drink till we hit the floor
Wrap me up in distance until I can't take no more
The anthem of your effigy the crowded, quiet streets
Where do you go at night when the shit gets mean?
I shaved my head because I know I don't belong
Hanging out the window I am still singing your song
Who needs isolation?
Who needs isolation more than me?
Tyrant of another world
Just an ordinary girl
That I kept just to give away
Prison jumpsuits, red balloons
Shoot up in your living room
Despot of a sacrificial lay
Who needs isolation?
Who needs isolation more than me?
Never ever ever ever gonna get it
Never gonna get away
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3. |
No Time to Die
04:53
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Through the window
looking glass
A mirror in my mind
Feel the water rise above my head
No time to die
Shadow people huddled
what light reveals to me
I know that they're listening as the wind runs in between
The day to day that falters
In the rising tide you kept
Under your pillow while you sleep
The body that you left
Hercules alone lamenting all his tragedy
To mourn the price of greatness
The questions power brings
Upon the mantle of the shelf
Against your dilate eye
Reason lost, conceited, wrought
By these unwilling signs
I force myself another day of gloom
Sleeping with these Lords of Misrule
Agent bound to chaos
With a counterfeit tool
Under the bleachers
Concrete cracked
A chasm opened wide
Sink into the shadows
From which
I’ll never hide
Light pollution carried
From the city out to sea
In the brightest silhouette
You hide what you're revealing
When the deal goes down
We stitch the heart attack and vine
Pull the ripchord open
In your mind
Anneas will you tie me up
With your golden bough
Descend into commitment
Rise up through the unknown
For I have tarried through the years
As useless as the task
To transcend death, the widow left
Here wailing what has passed
Persephone
I yield myself a fallow fortune
gained
But all wealth is corruption
To destroy my mortal name
In the light of these Elysian Fields
My pomegranate breath
Linger after the moment
Always chasing my death
I will fix myself
No matter what you do
Waking up alone
In this dark room
Watching the film develop
Watch my love turn cruel
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4. |
In the Beginning
03:42
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In the beginning was your word
Your every word...
In the darkness of the deep
In the night that you can't sleep
In the abyss you can't breathe
Your picture in a frame
The depths of your decay
Covers everything
So it looks the same
Softly you are speaking
Softly you are breathing
Multiply your meaning
And dance
Pass the water that was wine
Around the rehab centre
Make no excuse for time
We won't even remember why we came
But we will sing your name
Fade softly back to gray
Melt the night away
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D.M. Rice England, UK
Founder of Holy Island Records, a DIY label based in the UK––inspired by the beauty of its namesake.
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