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In Vita
02:17
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(Instrumental)
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Lily
03:56
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Sunshine is pushing through the windows,
a song is coming from the yard.
She sets the table so familiar, my love;
she is your daughter after all.
Lily, are you on your way home?
Did something catch your eye,
was it whispers from the sky?
Was it mother again?
Now concern had took its place
as the sun began to chase down the horizon.
Threw on this belt of mine,
with a gun strapped to each side,
and made my way.
Lily, are you on your way home?
Did something catch your eye,
was it whispers from the sky?
Was it mother again?
Don't bring this heartache back to me.
Don't bring it back to me.
Lily, won't you come back home?
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3. |
Amongst The Willows
03:25
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My Mama didn't raise no thief.
Lord, she'd be rolling over in her grave,
if she knew that I was hopping trains
and robbing every bank in the way.
The law is after me, they sent the county's best.
But Mama didn't raise no killer either, but i digress...
All the money in the world couldn't bring me back
from the place I took myself.
And all the shiny little things won't raise the dead.
I will sew my way to hell.
It's hard to breathe when I've been running all day,
so I stop for a rest,
then this pretty, little harlot number keeps shaking her stuff up in my face.
She pulled me up, into her room, exposing her black widow tattoo
and said, "Boy, you think you've seen the light,
I'm gonna take your precious little heart tonight"
All the money in the world couldn't bring me back
from the place I took myself.
And all the shiny little things won't raise the dead.
I will sew my way to hell.
[Instrumental break]
All the money in the world couldn't bring me back
from the place I took myself.
And all the shiny little things won't raise the dead.
I have sewn my way to hell.
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4. |
Worse Than Wolves
04:10
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Nails through my hands. How did this happen?
A penance I'll pay for the heart I've been lacking.
Nothing I say, all that I try,
Empty and callous, no soul in those eyes.
On my own, tired and so afraid,
'cause I lost it all
On my own, hunting me, killing me,
'cause I lost it all
Following, her scent in the wind.
As the thirst for blood begins.
No sickness inside this head,
but I'm "worse than wolves", she said.
That dark day came, I watched as loved ones died.
I'll pull down the heavens and leave ruins behind.
Give him this message as your soul takes flight;
"All your saints and your angels won't save you this time".
On my own, tired and so afraid,
'cause I lost it all
On my own, hunting me, killing me,
'cause I lost it all.
Following, her scent in the wind.
As the thirst for blood begins.
No sickness inside this head,
but I'm "worse than wolves", she said.
"I'm worse than wolves", she said.
I'm worse than wolves.
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5. |
After The Rubicon
03:31
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Trouble, like a starving bloodhound, keeps hunting me down.
Caught wind of my wounded spirit, crept up with no sound.
Before me lies a loathing evil. Darkness in his eyes.
Says, "Son, I've got a bone to pick with God". Well so do I...
I've never seen a man move so fast, I never took a hit like that.
Baby girl, I may see you sooner than i would have guessed...
A voice calls to stand, red hands and deep cuts.
Screams from a hole in your head.
Bloodshed as we fought.
I've killed bad man, just not as lost and spineless as you.
And i think that you knew...
What if the man in the sky don't show?
Where will you send your rage? Still will it grow?
Should we meet our maker, our cross to bear or savior,
there's no repent anymore.
One day we met a river. I crossed, you stood and shivered
as currents became undertow.
These vessels splintered shambles, waters you couldn't handle.
Insides now drown in disease.
Stranded a lonely island,
hatred has all but guided your soul to devils in wait.
A voice calls to stand, red hands and deep cuts.
Screams from a hole in your head.
Bloodshed as we fought.
I've killed bad man, just not as lost and spineless as you.
Yeah, I think that you knew.
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6. |
In Memoriam
05:07
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Another year without you, honey
and I've grown tired of this place.
The best I've tried, but still can't manage
to sew a smile on my face.
I know you wouldn't want me to just shrivel up and age\
with a hint of any ghost or any nightmares on the brain.
But here I stand a broken man, a dullness in my eyes.
Keep me close in loving arms until you're back in mine.
Hold on for the ride, my darlings.
I hear you pushing me along.
For better things.
Holding on for better things to come my way.
'Til then, I'll be lying in a pine box, screaming.
A lantern from the past, as bitter hands unwind.
A faint, familiar voice, before she said goodbye;
"Make best of what you have, for nothing's set in stone".
Time is disposable, until we're left alone.
Hold on for the ride, my darlings.
I hear you pushing me along.
For better things.
Holding on for better things to come my way.
'Til then, I'll be lying in a pine box, screaming.
Better things.
Holding on for better things to come my way.
'Til then, I'll be lying in a pine box, screaming.
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The Ghost And The Crown New York
Long Island, NY based Indie Rock band. Self-Titled debut EP to be released late December 2016.
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