Mother EP

by Nightshade

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04:03
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04:58
3.
05:30

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released January 6, 2015

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Track Name: Mother
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
Track Name: Undone
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
Track Name: Apathy
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