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Septic, Bitter and Hardbitten

by PHLEFONYAAR

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1.
Oh blessed star of lamentation United us in our greed, immorality and desperation We the things with the broken halo Hear the call of the void Scooped from the bowls of hope Where life unhinged its jaw And swallowed us.... whole
2.
A blight on you and all of your kind Screams the man with murder in mind There's a grave in which to lay That will see you through now Till judgement day Mark out a place and stand in the sun turn guns on your own and blow them to chum Fly kites at night over fires of bone Raise knives to the heavens and burn in your homes Oh there's a fire in the church on Hauthorn street Ware good men go to find there bad to beat Oh there's a fire in the church on Hauthorn street And if were lucky it will consume us all Oh it will consume us all. Come drink to this with me! come Stand by my side! Come raise a. glass with me Come watch the end of lies
3.
In ruins of this truth i slump against the wall there was nothing here to help me nothing to break my fall they say you cant go with the dead but ive found they can go with you meet me at the cross roads and you can join us too If every death is a step to heaven then is suicide a trap door? would you forgive me if i held you in my arms Clutch close your battered body kept from heaven and all its rotten psalms or would you rise and follow me until I fade away and meet me in the afterlife On my judgement day And if my conscience be in fits ... I won't see the stars And if my conscience be in fits... it's black as boiling tar
4.
Speak old words with a broken mouth, Words crawling round beneath my skin If i had my way id drag you south, Show you how to rely sin Ill teach you olde tyme religion, Found in your crotch beneath your lace Kissing knives for broken hope, Chanting words of saving grace Bring coyotes to the house ware doves coo Starve the strong and revere the lame Cut your name in the face of scorn In a whisky fit hulabaloo Crowd around and bring out your dead, Fill there chanting mouths with poison Stand in the yard a thing renewed, Something wicked from the woodshed carouse like a lord. dance like your in a pit of snakes so far long deplored leave them all in your opium wake. These are my failures, They are the tailors of my fate I appreciate the kindness But i fear your far too late.
5.
I guess disillusion is the way of all the world An excuse for all the pain we cause and unfurl I say that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker everyday But fools will run there jaws just to hear the words they say Ive known little peace raised up bad in this place the hole in my chest screams to me at the waste if i was to tell you of the deeds i have done you would turn your back on me and into the hills you would run Oh yes! keep it incomplete Our joy would ruin it so I dream of rats and the squall of rooks and jays I hear the scratch of things to witch you shouldn't prey i read the words of which should not be spoken I know the things that dwell inside and should not be woken
6.
Theres things out there that bite and bark and come to get you in the dark. Thet wait out there beyond the light They writhe and call just out of sight So listen well my little ones If you should stray they may well lunge And snap you up into there arms Ans flay your soul with all there charms There was silence, The screams of a jackdoor What we saw there, We cant say I saw the writhing, The blood upon the topsoil To live beyond it, I escaped The things ive seen
7.
By the time of the black moon the ashes of your loved ones will be mine You carry the stench of hope in your heart and I will pull it from around your sagging spine if i close my eyes i can hear them whisper and then scream that all of this is real and not just another fever dream All things that on earth do dwell to hurt you i would gladly sell I Follow the scent of woes Im coming to tell my stories In my shadow nothing grows This is the beginning of the glory

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released April 14, 2017

CD's Available from Cavernouse records and www.facebook.com/Phlefonyaar/

All songs written by Paul March
recorded by phlefonyaar

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