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The Ice Pick (Live)
08:57
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An ice pick lay between me
and the eyes of a judge that can't see
"I know your kind," the judge, he spoke so sternly
"there's not enough room to let you scum walk free."
Now placed in bondage, though so unwillingly
"Take a hacksaw to his ankles!
Take a saw to his two ankles!
We must rid the ground of this man's feet!"
Well if hate could kill you
I'd have died a hundred times
But who does hate destroy but the beholder
If sacrifice could heal you
I'd have tried a hundred times
I see a world that's not concerned with death or dying
You say that Revelation lost it's meaning in translation
and say the Bible's just a book of stories
You say the end will come at the bottom of a hole you dug
and people shouldn't take a book so seriously
If compromise would open your eyes then the floods would pour
from out your eyes into disguises
You hid the truth within a body bag among the rest
but this stench has escalated much too fast
It's such a
Sick feeling, he left something inside of me
I don't know how or if to take this from a face so ugly
Rough and weathered
With his flights, he chose to flee
From everything and everyone that once made his world happy
"Mihok, your honor, there's a boy here for your sentencing!
We let him get away just long enough to pull the rug from underneath!"
I've forgiven that shit he's done to me
He threw away the debt owed to my health and sanity
With the hand of God rested on my shoulder
he whispered in my ear, "there's a girl, you see, a girl you see.
Don't you ever trade her for the world so selfishly
Everything you swore that oath against
Once those shackles left your feet."
Please wait
I've had way too much to think
It isn't me, it isn't me
If these words that you hear come at you viciously
Beaten, battered, but secure in my own skin
At least I think
At least I think
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Brick (Live)
02:34
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These massive mocha mounds, this heresy,
this speaks to me like a chocolate covered cherry
But no, they don’t break out, they break free
Drench a chicken Caesar salad with some marinated empathy
They find it so easy, considered clean
Are the jokes that center round a weighty carouselfish poppy seed
Bent out of shape, I dream to
Let a chubby man delight in what the thinner ones could never see
Say it fast! Say it dry!
Say we found a way to keep clean
This repertoire of vinyl shrank to CD
You’re pathetic, you’re insulting and demeaning
Broke your own rules,
just to set up fake policy, tell me, what do you mean?
You’re without a cause, a sickness in theory
You’re an extra large shirt in a Vogue magazine
It’s light enough on your own
A cross to bear for the long forgotten son
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Thin crutch
A barrel full of ripened dust
Bent over trees in her haste
And left of path of memories
Gotta fight to find a way to breathe again
There’s a hate in your eyes
A clever surprise that reminds me of why I don’t date
These outfits disguise
The wench that your fiery soul inhabits as of late
You whore, you’re unclean
You’re messing with me but I can’t decide which path to take
To say my goodbyes, or stay living lying in
Filth of my own daughters waste
Bathing under deadened trees
Bathing’s not for me
It’s election time
Let’s break out all our knives and serve our neighbors
Pieces of their own inferior brains, I’ve got the best of me
Mashed in pots of suicidal irony
They say to me ‘You’re too dumb for your own good,
We’ll feed you like we said we would.’
That’s the story
We fill our roads with swine and punishment
In all their glory
They regulate the dirt you walk upon
Cherish everything
We’ll never have our heads back on our necks
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It’s all I ask
I don’t want a seed
I want to wake up
To a fully grown tree
She’ll sing me songs
she wrote for me
Don’t make me work for what I need
It’s cruel
So cruel really
dropping an anchor in youth’s vast sea
Who made it so that’s what we need?
He says we’re lovable beings
If that’s so
Why is God still sleeping?
You get so cold you shake, shake, shake
There’s a threshold
To just how much I can take, take, take,
While we ate your rolling eyes
Pierced my heart
Which lost it’s appetite
Oh my God,
I’m selfishly fighting for beauty I can’t obtain
I’m a nobody
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Solaseria Orlando, Florida
The solo project of singer/songwriter Chase Patterson. For fans of weeping violently in the rain and passionately pursuing
lost causes.
Other past/present projects:
-City of Ifa
-Tree and the Machine
-The Manic Masquerade
... more
Solaseria recommends:
Close friends of mine. Need something to soothe the darkest depths of your soul? Look no further. I literally cannot recommend this album enough.
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