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Sawhooks and Chains
03:03
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The only lights in the dark
Are reaching from the silver arcs
Of sawhooks and chains
Stripping away our purppose
Sending heavy clouds overseas
Where the rusting crosses on the beaches lie
A thousand thoughts of gold
Lit up all the waste dumps
An old safe was left laid to waste for their sons
I won't scatter below the surface
All of the bodies can roll underneath
Take me to the crosses on the sentries side
This landscape of red and gold
Brings a peace to my heart
A peace that sleeps with silent bombs in the seas
Ticking towards destruction
All of the fear and all of this greed has ridden over all of us
I wont scatter below the surface
All of the bodies can roll underneath
Take me to the crosses on the sentries side
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Call Me Ishmael
03:44
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In a perfect storm the Pequod lies listing for the shore with lunar lanes to shoulder timbers from the boulders' door.
Live like Ahab fastened or...
Live like Ahab fastened to his rail
Call me Ishmael will I be intercepted and redeemed?
With these friends it's all relief; there's no victory or defeat.
Call me Ishmael will I be begging Neptune to save me as the throes take me apart - what will they make of this heart?
Call me Ishmael but still I'll be lying with you in the deep.
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