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Weaver St
04:33
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We met at a seance
In a room behind the shopping front
The steady hand of a doctor of
I don’t know what
Then he spoke to me
The dulcet tones of an English disease
Profane ceremony
A cold wind blew and the clock stopped
Unfamiliar speech
Convulsions, bending of knees
A hand pointing a finger
A disembodied scream
The table stood like a lectern
With no scripture to be seen
The candles had all gone out
The air had started to freeze
He said:
“I am the priest
The lord of the damned and deceased”
Upon revealing this dark trick
From up his sleeve
The sigil of Baphomet is seen
That night in a million dreams
Making tar of the firmament
To drip down on the Holy See
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2. |
Return to You
02:47
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I’ve been under duress
For far too long, laying in bed
I’ve been pushed I’ve been shoved
Escorted outside, no feeling of love
I’ve been trying to get through to you
With no reply, just give me a clue
Trying to level the table
The legs are all fucked, unstable but
I don’t want to run
Return to you
I took a walk on a Sunday
Sun in the sky, slipping away
Let down, feeling screwed
The clouds up above burst my balloon
I stood and willed the formation to change
I had all the time and nothing to play for
A premonition of rain
Coming down, it’s always the same
Time moves at a different pace
Months bending, cracking under
All the stress and all the strain
I carried on, which was a blunder because
I don’t want to run
Return to you
I took a walk on a Sunday
Sun in the sky, slipping away
The river shines in a different hue
Running like blood, returning to you
I don’t want to run
Return to you
We’re scrapping all the plans we made
Turning our backs on the power play
I don’t know if I’ll keep up the fight
I’m working it out, but I know it’s alright
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