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Cut my eyes at the eventide
Now the sunset’s scarred by a crooked line
Drown your mercy bite your rage
Nah there ain’t much sin from the gallows to the grave
Ah the Lord almighty wasn’t here today
It’s all gone wrong but it’s all the same
They’re burning bodies in the streets ’neath a heathen's prayer
You’ll know my name by the cage I wear
That tocsin ringing in my ear again
And there’s crows screaming like a death knell refrain
When you can’t run walk when you can’t walk crawl
And when you can’t do that I’ll pull you through it all
I’ve lost all feeling and my god complex it shows
Entrust our faith in the sky in a burning black hole
I fear there’s something to say somewhere to go wrong
Is it all in our hands were we already gone
Oh did you hear about the poor man’s crimes and the mad man’s raves
About the killer and the priest and the harlot and the slave
Well the stars are gone out and land’s run dry
Black bile on the water oh my oh my
Carrion burial trust in me
It’s all gone wrong but it’s all the same
I’ve lost all feeling and my god complex it shows
Entrust our faith in the sky in a burning black hole
I fear there’s something to say somewhere to go wrong
Is it all in our hands were we already gone
It’s never the end and it’s never enough
They're calling my name
I've wandered too long bearing this cross
I can't take the pain
Ah good God heaven does it ever get better this deathless severance tethered in chain
It's all gone wrong can you feel that weather it's anomalous ominous coming like a plague
All my life all I want bite down on lead and start again
Riddle me who would want to live forever I ain't ready to die but it's all the same
I’ve lost all feeling and my god complex it shows
Entrust our faith in the sky in a burning black hole
I fear there’s something to say somewhere to go wrong
Is it all in our hands were we already gone
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Dustland Hymn
04:45
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Mercy calling for the mad man screaming
Mercy coming from the dead god dreaming
You can bite your tongue you can hide and run
But you never come back from the Dustlands
Black rain coming down oh my
Everybody’s saying that we all gon’ die
Black rain everybody get hurt
Rattle at your chains but it ain't gon' work
Now the roots burn deep set the ground on fire
And the night sky’s enough to drive a killer insane
There’s a face in the sand shouting nowhere man
And the wind is alive and it knows your name
Can you smell the lamb’s meat cooking on the spit
Burning on the bonfire pouring red wine (swallow it down)
Pillars of basalt crack the ground and the walls
Of the inside cliffside (pour another round)
You can never feel pain I say
All the memories fade one day
You take a sharp left turn at the end of the world
You might find yourself in the Dustlands
Singing mercy calling for the mad man screaming
Mercy coming from the dead god dreaming
You can spit your lungs at the mindless sun
But you never come back from the Dustlands
(My god) it’s a long way down now
(My god) it’s a goddamn shame
(My god) isn’t taking any calls now
(My god) don’t have no name
It’s hard in the Dustlands
Ain’t no one gonna save you in the Dustlands
Every step you take playing dice with fate
And you're never gonna win ‘cause they own that game
It’s hard like an obelisk
Like the bat-winged thing in the necropolis
Someone scratched your name in a black stone grave
In a plot at the center of the Dustlands
Screaming mercy calling for the mad man screaming
Mercy coming from the dead god dreaming
You can bring your gun you can beat your drum
But you never come back from the Dustlands
(Praise) the one who, in the darkness
(Preys) on the deaf and the blind and lame
(Praise) the man with his eyes burned out who
(Prays) to the god who broke his cane
Spent eight years in the backrooms
Crawling up the walls ‘cause I had to
I danced and sang in a land called Leng
Crying at the sound of the pan flute
I stepped between reflections
Carcosa's brutal with its twin suns
I saw my sign at the edge of time
But I won’t set foot in the Dustlands
There’s no mercy calling for the mad man screaming
Mercy coming from the dead god dreaming
You can bite your tongue you can hide and run
But you never come back from the Dustlands
Call the priest grab the holy water
Strap down grab the crucifix
She’s cleaning off her knives for the slaughter
Call a black mass just in case
I took a bite of a Smith and Wesson
Spent time in hell for a lesson
The devil let me go said I had no soul
Said I lost it back in the Dustlands
There ain't no mercy calling for the mad man screaming
No mercy coming from the dead god dreaming
But you never come back, no you never come back
No you never come back, no you never come back from the
(There's no motherfucking) mercy for the mad man screaming
Mercy coming from the dead god dreaming
You’ve been out too long and it feels like home
And you’ll never come back from the Dustlands
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The Expats dragged their path along / The arid road to Babylon
Mornings dawned and twilights passed / Through hills and vales and cataracts
They rode their lowly caravan / Across the barren borderlands
But nothing living's living on / That crooked road to Babylon
Mother lead them safe to shelter / Father keep them in the cold
Brother give your hand to help them / Lend your light and lead us home
Beneath the tow'r of silence in / The shadow of the seraphim
Men and beasts discussed and trained / The careful art of slow decay
In time I noticed chips and cracks / Like webs across the hourglass
Recall this was a dream of mine / Refraction, symbols undefined
Heed the man who tries to change you / Fear the things he tried to know
Moving according to their own nature / Culling places as they go
Take my body, take my look / Take me as I never could
It’s only fair our iron should rust / All you want is sand and dust
Many tried, and none got far / But I know what you really are
Masquerades and alibis / Spreading truths that fracture minds
Father, father everlasting / Shattered in a billion parts
They will try to repossess that / Dangerous weight in both our hearts
Everything’s a simulation / Manufactured to protect
Everyone is out to get you / Lay down, amen
Nothing living lives forever / Follow me into the void
Bending at the faults of pleasure / Cut me when you’re paranoid
Halfway there, again forever / Falling in cascade effect
I can see this unendurable stasis / What're we ready to forget
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