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A Town Called Liberty
02:19
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There’s something odd in a town called Liberty
Can’t quite tell you what it is
Might be the things at the border of the pines
Or it might just be the autumn wind
There’s something strange about a town called Liberty
Something in the way that they stare
Even the schoolyard kids have the shadow of the reaper
In their eye, and a melancholy air
Mmm…
There’s something off about a town called Liberty
Headstones go back to seventeen-oh-three
Well they must retire somewhere else in Carolina
‘Cause there ain’t as many graves as ought’ta be
There’s something going on in a town called Liberty
No one’s ever out past sundown
Each night there’s a red light shining through the window of the lodge
Casting shadows on the ground
Aah…
There’s something wrong about a town called Liberty
A man’s kneeling at the little brick church
He was praying to a god with a six letter name
But he ain’t speaking English anymore
There’s something weird in a town called liberty
The waitress said with a wink
She doesn’t like the church bells ringing and she can’t stand
The cast-iron pans in the sink
Hah…
Well maybe it’s the land where they set up shop
Maybe it’s the angle of the blood moon
But there’s something odd in a town called liberty
I’m finna be gone real soon
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Ghosts
05:26
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Sleepless dreams, it's coming back to me
In the end alone
Look into the abyss and tell what do you see
Cast a martyr in ice then get back to me
Let me work my methods, you can handle the rest, just keep your candles in check, they won’t see you
Heaven hell and the void, and we’re stuck between
I won’t take it out forever again
Pay your debt to the black, the ash, the permanent grin
But new days will arrive, and like the rising tides, and like the hands they bind they won’t need you
They’ve started to reap one—they’ve started again
Do you recede to a soul? I’m going back in time
Burn that bridge like a crucifix, cannibal mind
Strung upside down above an empty crown, before you hit the ground they’ll breathe you
He’ll bury your dust and drag you into the light
I’m waking up on the other side, I’m pouring red
There goes another mistake, but never let us forget
I’m breaking a new land; a world at wit’s end, they’ll try again and deceive you
She told me everything but I’d much rather pretend
Ghosts…
I’ve been talking to ghosts, I’ve been talking to ghosts…
Sleepless dreams it’s coming back to me
In this endless cold
Pieces, meaningless, pictures that I see
Calling me back home
I’ve been talking to ghosts, I’ve been talking to ghosts…
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There are pillars of hands emerging all around town
We’ve examined them run tests
And attempted to destroy these pillars but were met with no understanding
No explanation
And no results
Every so often one of the pillars will arch downward and seize a passerby
Grabbing at him or her and tearing them into bloody pieces before our eyes
We would attack the pillars of hands which suffered no damage and which would retaliate only by gently feeling at us
As if trying to understand our bodies
We have been living in this state for five months so far and have yet to make progress
Rarely another pillar will emerge from the soil from the brambles
From the sidewalks and concrete streets
Pushing everything from trees to asphalt to steel from its wake
Businesses have been shut down from the damages
Roads have been closed after oncoming cars are pulverized on contact with emerging pillars
There’s a young man in town
A newcomer only moving in shortly before the pillars emerged
As of late, the pillars have begun pointing at him
At first it was only a few hands but soon the entire mass would contort its uncounted index fingers toward this young newcomer as he passed
The ladies at the local diner
The one shut not shut off by emerging pillars have been chatting with the hairdressers and antique shoppers across the street and they’re certain he’s the one who brought this plague upon our dynasties
Brenton Elliot was the first to decide to move out because of the pillars
His house hvac was ruined and his mechanic’s shop brought down by two separate incidents so he took his wife and kids and he took off for his relatives down in the piedmont
They turned a corner on the mountain road and were thrown off the cliffside by a wall of anxious hands
The farthest out from 21st street we’ve ever seen
Now federal officials are arriving
Forcing people out of their homes to set up research stations
I’ve seen helicopters overhead and tanks rolling down streets
Men in black suits and white masks are knocking on doors to ask questions about the pillars
And residents are going missing after these visits
Three army soldiers were killed yesterday
After a pillar chose one of them as its arbitrary outlet of aggression
The other two were killed by shrapnel from ricocheting bullets
Last night
I saw something watching me through my bedroom window
It bore a gas mask and clawed talons
Today we noticed the mist rolling in from the mountains
And saw the valley below interrupted by pillars of hands
Emerging through the earth’s follicles
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