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Marionette
03:34
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The deadpan cicadas
Operate radian levers
For Crimson shaped horses
Moving a steam mechanical theater
Esprit de corps
Pastel their movements
To a foreign pantomime
Their narrators dialect
Enchanted to a forgotten language
The marionette has castes their tasks
Unhallow the zeitgeist time frame
The puppeteers
Planted woven umbras
They have strung us (displayed)
Amongst the queen and the hive
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Memorandum
03:02
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Ghost hounds render
The pages of nostalgia
Noting wall flowers
Sprouting from the edges
Sun spots elude
Their whining gasps
On the embedded cover
Cricket skulls are worn
Though their fly traps
Aren't adjusted
They begin to show their teeth
From inpatients
Their faces begin to press
And meld with another
Miasma of sludge
Appears in the room
succumbed to their toxin
To write this memorandum
The wallflower poets now speak
With human tongue
Oh Wanderlust, vigil of the grove,
Here beneath these cobblestones rust my withered bones.
Abacus tolls the slither skinned, exalted vital tendencies,
Enseem profound discrepancies.
Existence black coloured toils distilled indict veins.
Cold grasps clamp among her ebon hands, distorted echoes shifting red sands.
Vile glyceric winds befouled me.
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Her Ivory Throne
02:55
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Crestfallen overthrow
Led mass exile
The avarice of the elk kingdom
Paid with his intuition
Thinner than the leaves on his crown
Actias Luna once the keeper
of our southern mist
Has usurped our northern overcast
Her larvae compose her throne
From the Ivory of our privileged harem
Terra ethos of our hinter-land
Reclaim us as your conscripts
Resonate our morrow
Edict our hymns and valor
Ousting from her crest
We impel from the copse
Climbing the wall of rose
Move forward and progress x3
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An integration of thylacine
Is splitting the hairs
Of tribal infection
Breeding exposed spores
Laying horses on their backs
Now myopic exoskeleton
An experimented iconoclast
Let the grove consume you
Blending with the soil
Let the grove consume you
Blending with the soil
Carries the mouths of adherence
Salivating the garden of inane
Photosynthesis is your lung
Forced injected chlorophyll
Dries our skin to oak debris
Peeling and rotted
Let the grove consume you
Blending with the soil
Let the grove consume you
Blending with the soil
To Ingest your bodies weight
Converting you to a wooden pillar
Ghost notes Howells pessadilla
Etching erasable links
To the weavers arc
In the autumn air of onyx shrouding mist
Thicker than graphite
That brushes through our minds
Compressed to synthetic nectar
Forced injected chlorophyll
Dries our skin to
Oak debris
Peeling and rotted
Ghost notes Howells pessadilla
Etching erasable links
To the weavers arc
In the autumn air of onyx shrouding mist
Thicker than graphite
That brushes through our minds
Let the grove consume you
Blending with the soil
Let the grove consume you
Blending with the soil
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We can't see the sun
Extol it's epilogue
The growing grove
Narrows a bed of bloom
If I took you there
The creatures you'll see
Can't express to identify
Imagined optical fiber
A sapless hubris
Half crowned them
Becoming lucid
Yet they are seeping right through
Glass fabric
The withering bed of bloom
My cursory antebellum
Is where I have become estranged
Dilates streams of tar
That stain my lunges
Statued in plight
If I took you there
The creatures you'll see
Can't express to identify
Imagined optical fiber
A constant retrogression
Adjoining an unsought metamorphosis
Suturing a congenital reverting
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The Widow's Orchard
03:04
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Our bloom of banality
Instates that we will be one
Through our metamorphosis
Cross plant-human pollination
Is a given fact
We will interact
Like a new species
Let's look no further
We have found it!
A New substance
Labeled "widows orchard"
For the sake
Of your self's worth
In the conniver belt
Chemical infusions
Forever interlace us
Now we are a partnered
To the new kind order
Of arboreal chimaera
We bent for the task
Now look what we've paid
We've become what we eat
A grotesque advancement
Of recycled flesh material
A plantation of altered husks
That were once human
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Satan
00:48
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Hail satan
Thank you satan
Fuck you satan
Thank you satan
Fuck you satan
Satans down below
Looking for his minions
Searching under ground fucking with the moles
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As Owls Sing To Crows Portland, Oregon
As Owls Sing to Crows formed in August of 2013 with the intention of being a solo project for vocalist Taylor Ashford. After due talking Justin Wilson joined to be the bands instrumentalist.
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