1. |
Samsara Part I
01:46
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2. |
Deadsong
03:21
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Deadsong
Everyone here seems rare
Stoic demeanors trade shape
For the countless attempts you bare
lost on dead ears that we ate
And Dwindling memories cascade
While the body is torn from it’s limbs
With our blood in the sand
These castles will open in red
Accepting unrest
Then hurling desires to duress
And now
We let in
For now
We spread thin
The overmold is broken
No contours left, there’s no gate
Repairing what’s broken doesn’t work
So his hands wrap the spine, it’s not over, its not yours, its not…
Gone on its way
A smile ear to ear keeps him safe
fall or make way
A mind full of gardening hate
When it’s time, he falls in
A beckoning voice speaks it’s praise
No words, no breath, just hope that that it won’t start again
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3. |
Embellished
04:27
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Pissing and screaming from bottom to top still we follow,
the drum that they’re beating
We push the air up from under the city
the oxygen screaming
Meet in the middle he thought that there would always be one
The counts still here waiting
days turn to nights in the hope that there could
Be more
Countlessly fading
And in return
We won’t give up
But we won’t remain
When we don’t live up
Breathe this out again
You won’t let us in
And in return
We won’t give up
But we won’t remain
When we don’t live up
Will you still listen
Make your careless song
Still we sing
Because I swear you’re wrong
breathe this out again
And push to let us in
I am the burden to carry you through to the pasture
These graves dig up more than
A that’s life cut off from the waves that flowing
More thank you asked for
We meet again after lifetimes of roads still colliding
a quickening pace
It’s still too dark still for us to carve out all our misleadings
Our muse has no faith
I let you hold all of the fair
Lay down, you’re faceless and bare
I let you have all of the fair
Lay down, you’re faceless and bare
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4. |
Horace
03:31
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What is this?
Wretched paintings of men
In love with all at dawn
omitting by greyish dusk
Led lines the hall
There he waits and stands
occasional underhanded mess
As his duty ends
Can you wait, can you wait, can you wait for them to understand
Agitate, agitate, agitate, and grieve the murdered hand
I’m not here
I’m not the wall between us
I’m not still
I’m not the soil eroding
Let a little more fall
Fall far beyond itself
Let a little more die
Lost unending wealth
Can you wait, can you wait, just a little more
The sands make up the story
Time takes away the pain
How Will we ever know
How will we ever mend.
How will we ever grow
And will it ever end
Can you wait, can you wait, can you wait for them to understand
Agitate, agitate, agitate and grieve the murdered hand
Now we know
Now we know
How we fall
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5. |
Collapser
04:40
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Are we to blame
Are we the monster
It can’t be again
We’re Holding up imposters
Are we to blame
For leading them astray again
feeding only the grain
No one can rise within
Seeking reprieve
We’re on our knees
Do you even care
Shapeless beings walks these halls
Beating down the glare
From hapless folk that make the call
And we throw
all of the ash
Into to the trees
Trickled
Bathing in Grey
This house will fall
These embers will play
And now Its time to steer
You’re choking out all of the air
Why wait for the prayers end to mourn
While hopeless are skinned from their bone
They Are not the one
on floors where it can’t be undone
Shame beating drums as we fall
Where the breath between a heartbeats no more
When you’ve stolen
Have you thought of us
When you’ve murdered
Have you brought to life
Killers
Clean the mess
Nameless
Ruin them
Harmless
Wade the dream
Shameless
No one weeps (no one sleeps)
And now Its time to steer
You’re choking out all of the air
Why wait for the prayers end to mourn
While hopeless are skinned from their bone
When there is no reason to stay
Cause collapsing it all falls this way
Needlessly counting the wronged
While the careless are here for too long
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6. |
Borrowed Time
04:48
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No time
Open the door
Killers dance
a bloodless floor
Seasons are a lost cause
Waters breach without pause
He sits still
In this old chair
He sits still
Threads the needle with care
lay back, old man
Lay down, clear your hand
Its piercing
fits, hollowed voicing
Ticking worlds push the volume down
Faces drawn from enduring hounds
Yet I try, deceiving
Come along, Here the bloodlet begin
Its now or never the boy will surely die
He’ll surely die
With our bellies full
It’s all we can hope for
It will not come true
Oh
And the head dress gone
Bend the will in you
carve the nose with stone
bite through teething glass
We still have more to do
All we want is the wind
Carry us up toward the the sail
Though we take overhead
promise to share the all spoil
Here us
See us
The snow is heavier than before
Cold hair
The roof caves
home made whole from the hole in the wall
These notes mean nothing
This song no different than before
so bite your tongue
Wait in line for the next one
Cant
Count all the days
Can’t count the ways
With our bellies full
Is this our
this cannot come true
Oh
And the head dress gone
Bend the will in you
carve the nose with stone
bite through teething glass
We still have more to do
All we want is the wind
Carrying toward the the sail
Though we take overhead
promise to share the all spoil
TAKEN It all from their plates
Taken it all off their mind
Taken all of the hate
Taken all of the time
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7. |
Samsara Part II
02:00
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8. |
Overthrow
03:53
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The one you are
The voice that’s lost
A tone deaf boy
Adopts the cost
Shut the door again
whisper through your grin
Static voices turn
silent crowding lurks
But I’ll be
damned if we pretend that we
Could never hold our own
(This life)
(This word)
(This unbelievable terror)
Never to return
Drive the fear
Plant the flag
Now I am your king
The will that gains
No constraints left
The Hurd will never know
Removed again
unrivaled tension
conspiring breaths
have queued the scene
drowning rows
These white capped waters
While Miles of crowns
Line the alters
But I’ll be
damned if we pretend that we
Could never hold our own
(This life)
(This word)
(A new world humming forward)
All or nothing
Are we the same
The fury and the pain
Stand for the whole
Stand for the sound
Can you hear the through the roar
Push
Dig through the earth
Hold up the ground
This world was made for more
Where
do we find
the will to bring
End to this night
(Sleep)
(Stil)
(Burn)
(Kill)
All over again
This means to an end
It’s out of his hands
You carried the torch
It’s over(throw)
Over(throw)
Over (Throw)
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9. |
Currents
03:26
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Faster just a little more
Further through the burning door
This cannot be the way
How can this be our way
Find
Some thing worth leaving here
Ill shed these scales cause
This cannot be the way
How can this be
Get up, lets run astray
Oh
tell me what was their name
Tell me how did we play
Was there more here to find
On the dirt we left behind
And oh
The pictures pulled from the frame
Am I going insane
Still we give them the world
Why don’t you just let it burning you
The currents carry us all away
They hear us sing again
A world not meant for just stone and grey
Through to the end
All do and mend
Bastards, all of them
Cut down the tallest men
Cause we’re reeling from shame
It’s not my fault to blame
Hell is a ghoulish past
When nothings made to last
This cannot be the way
Theo’s cannot be our way
Oh
tell me what was their name
Tell me how did we play
Was there more here to find
On the dirt we left behind
And oh
The pictures pulled from the frame
Am I going insane
Still we give them the world
Why don’t you just let it burning you
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10. |
Splatter
03:36
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Go!
Push them all
Go
Salt the wound on his face
Wait
I’ve seen this before
But where And when
This place without end
It never ends (high octave)
It never ends
It never ends
It never ends
Here, again
Against this mans face
Buried, rebelling
for his place
His place
Walk
this is the last straw
Eyes roll back
it ends in a draw
climb on through
Before the house burns
watch with patience
They never had much to begin
To begin
Here
Tell her they can’t stay
Run
just left of grace
Here
hide them all way
wall painted memories
Say hello
To the end
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11. |
Pretty Noose
04:10
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I caught the moon today
Pick it up
And throw it away all right
I got the perfect steal
A cleaner love
With a dirty feel all right
Fallout and take the bait
Eat the fruit
And kiss the snake goodnight
Common ruse dirty face
Pretty noose is pretty hate
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
Let your motor race
Pick it up
And get this mother gone
Out from and far away
The wooden stake
This thing has got me on
Diamond rope silver chain
Pretty noose is a pretty pain
And I don't like What you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
Common ruse dirty face
Pretty noose is pretty hate
And I don't care what you got
I don't care what you need
I don't want anything
And I don't like What you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
And I don't like What you got me hanging from
And I don't like what you got me hanging from
Yeah
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12. |
Vulture & Violin
05:04
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he's missing out
he's cold forgotten
we're wandering
the song is done.
don't let the devil in
don't let him see you shiver
don't let the devil in
don't let him see you shiver
You pack your heart and mind
Into the listless
It makes it hard
to walk the boards
Wish I could find
where the somber are waiting
Death by your side
no matter where you go
And Im not too sure I’ve got the right
To justify your eye for eye
The deepest darkest place I go
A sanctuary I can hide
he's sovereign sure
alone & listless
stigmata song
We do recall
silently dream,
words softly spoken
Mouth open wide to catch the glowing
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Tzarina Brooklyn, New York
Tzarina’s sound reflects a quarantined world gnawing for release
For
singer/guitarist Craig William, drawing lyrical and musical inspiration from old Russian tales and folklore was merely a vehicle for getting to the heart of something much more personal. A project that had been weighing on him artistically finally found its path in 2020.
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