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Mother EP

by Nightshade

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1.
Mother 04:03
Oh Mother, taken over With your lovely limbs, and your branches And your holy winds, sweeping through the streets of men Oh sister, your longing In your scription and your diction, is a radical goodbye to an outcry Oh we’re not one, you only wanted a young son Oh we’re not one, you forsaken young woman Oh we’re not one, you can take your holy son Oh we’re not one, we won’t love you like a son Oh father, shadowed over With guns you abide, by your dark side On the streets you find, a mythos and a lie Oh we’re not one, you only wanted a young son Oh we’re not one, you forsaken young woman Oh we’re not one, you can’t take your holy son Oh we’re not one, we won’t love you like a son
2.
Undone 04:58
Your corpse is everything my love The ashes fallen from above The sounding of the whippoorwill The call of death is loud and shrill Your body wreaks of love For skin that holds in what was A message calling you to hell And heaven’s ghostly ghastly yell You’re so far from undone You’re so far from undone Your hands hold wings of a dove But bridled bane and fire yell The stone it drops into the well Your body wreaks of love For skin that holds you in what was A message calling you to hell And heaven’s ghostly ghastly yell You’re so far from undone Unbridled bane and fire yell The stone it drops into the well Unbridled bane and fire yell The stone it drops into the well
3.
Apathy 05:30
Oh apathy, took your heart, and buried it deeply Oh apathy, you and me, challenge this life, that we lead And its gone, this golden song In this mire, my voice is locked And the laughter comes, and your wilting wrongs Darling you own, your dismantled throne And the laughter comes, hits you like stones Darling you’ve grown into you iron bones The golden song, in this mire, my voice is locked And the laughter comes, and your wilting wrongs Darling you own your dismantled throne And the laughter comes, hits you like stones Darling you’ve grown into you iron bones We’re not calling from the same being But we’re falling from the same tree Can’t you see that we need empathy White collar, faith grown sour Oh wanderlust, with your desert tongue Looking for love, a land with no sun And your perils done, you’ve upset the young This helping hand, oh it brings no one We’re not calling from the same being But we’re falling from the same tree Can’t you see that we need empathy White collar, in this hour, holds the dollar, faith grown sour We’re not calling from the same being White collar

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released January 6, 2015

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