Highlights

holy plane

here these songs coming all day long, i cant change, i cant change, but they are wrong
lift their lie while you let it ride on these reins you dont need ever 
save your strength or you dont need it, and a slave to your grave rhythm

critically on your radio
                                                                           
hear these songs, as we sang along, are ordained to remain hidden 
turned around from a humble sound, and ingrained in a betrayed tradition  
tune your wave on higher rank to engrave a name transcended  


Ethereal radio

day unto day utter glorious speech, night after night as the knowledge reveals
dogs all in the midst congregate wickedness, tame to the joy in your word, give us strength

yae though i walk through black
raise the path, righteous stride

poured out like water are my bones, are my bones, drank up into smoke by the heat of your thrown
cast upon a rude human nature elude, bruised in pursuit are the wings of my youth

heart like of wax that it melts to your breath, praise until at last brought to me dust of death 


canticle score

oh good God im down on the cold hard floor
with the way things now, i cant help but want more
  send me help, help me up
  i am lost and stuck, and im in pain

heard your wishes drop, i can always hear
from your lake of dimes, splashing in my ear
  what you don't understand
  is you're walking on the land i made unfair

how low did you say so, when its i whos been abused
its all that i knew, i dont trust you, and i wont bare the load
  im done, im done, im not your son
  fallen bad fallen bad, youre not my dad

oh you're oh so sore, but i wont let you go
its hard not to feel forgot, but your unsettled heart is my work of art
  young man, young man, you'll understand
  you fall in my hands when you follow my plans

its hard to get by without hard times
so ill be sure you cry once more  

Hard times

everything bright on the street, even at night
   by myself but not alone

 and in daytime the sun shines in my mind
   when i close my eyes

cause in my dreams it all seems like ive died
   to wake 10 times more alive

ive raised the bar, and inclined to the Lord 
   now once more am in awe  


Pierce Gray