As they build their ferris wheels on indigenous fields
While the people in spectation draw their tears
Mourn away who they have been, as they try to settle in
Made toys of their resources, broken in

They just crave to be heard
By the wounded far away herds
they Just want to be heard
In the silent parts of the world
Mourn away who they have been, as they try to settle in
They Just want to be heard, in the silent parts of the world

Feather to the fire we cry
Horses flee to a safe side
Violated tribe by tribe
Land theives hunted them down
Led them a-chase to the next town
But towns are falling ground

Justice in its empty void in no way intervenes
It's wilted spirit whites it's flag of empathy
This is overseen, as fairness decree
views miles beyond dispond, flooded in strides


Fifth

Crave shallow solitude,
Crave the heightened feeling rare as blue moon
Slave to crowds that illude
Slave to wallowing dusty eyed tycoons

Pray the errors of times behinde be dilute
Our lungs

Blessed to a paper maid
Carved a lonely limb there
Cursed to a pavement nieve
Halted Hunger, learn thy labour, low rate nature
Our lungs

 

Gannet Latitudes

Lay In Wake (Prayer room rehearsal)

So long Condor

Flight Into Egypt

Wandering

The storm goes to sleep
Behind her wreckages weep
Thicking grey is carpet air
As steep becomes the bleak

Eagles in the valleys 
Harvesting their prey
Florests for their young in the day
Carry me in circles
As paths, they blur below
Shake free at the peaks into snow
Do I seek high?

Beehive will conspire
as insects spy with wires
righteous lies in cautious ties
The meek outweigh the grief

Peasant Beach

Spirits were doused by the host of this house, they're too young to learn from pain,
They were making dead versions of themselves but the pain wouldn't duplicate

...and their lives, they were wasted there, to the sound of their own prayer
...and their cause, it was never spared, in their lives they were impared.

Make haste for the gateway you say but your laws are long lined
and there appears too many a flaw in the laws thar you abide


...and their lives, they were wasted there, to the sound of their own prayer
...and their cause, it was never spared, in their lives they were impared.

Forest Tongues

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