1. |
He Knows My Name
06:11
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O, Take me back
To yesteryear
When sleep came so easily
When lights could dim
For a halo bright
When someone was watching over me
O, take me up
In your embrace
And very swiftly snap my neck
Trade Second Death
For First Estate
Drain my blood and grind my bones
And cast me out
A naked speck
May the mountains crumble over me
May my body lay unclaimed
'Cause I'm ashamed
I'm so ashamed
May your chariots lose their fire
May your angels be delayed
'Cause I'm afraid
I'm sore afraid
I'd dig the deepest, darkest pit and crawl inside, but it's in vain
He knows my name
He knows my name
The locusts shriek so in my ears
Yet no one wakes or even stirs
They announce the coming
Of a Thing that's carved its throne inside my chest
In ancient tongues I ain't never heard
May the mountains crumble over me
May my body lay unclaimed
'Cause I'm ashamed
I'm so ashamed
May your chariots lose their fire
May your angels be delayed
'Cause I'm afraid
I'm sore afraid
I'd dig the deepest, darkest pit and crawl inside, but it's in vain
He knows my name
He knows my name
Ain't no place to run
No place to hide
In the desert wasteland
Under blackened skies
I can hear the roar
Of the fiery flame
He knows my name
He knows my name
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2. |
Isaiah 14:12
02:53
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I was born by a river
Full of honey and milk
I had wings like silk brocade
And a diamond crown
I had gall and I had guile
I had a bar tab for miles
But I was big for my britches
So my Daddy ran me out of the town
And he got a lot of names for what I become
But, tonight,
There ain't no word for what's gonna get done
Bloody head
Still unbowed
Old Man, look at me now
I'm a pusher and a peddler and purveyor
Of the Earthly Delights
Felt the shakes
Felt the chills
Every wind is blowing ill
I was the Son of the Morning
But now, I'm the Lord of the Night
And my only woe is that my silver tongue
Ain't got no word for the bad what's gonna get done
I woke up
On a Greyhound bus
With a busted jaw
and, like, 45 bucks
My head was throbbing like never before
My blood was dripping all over the floor
Now I bring plague and pain and blight
But something got the best of me last night
I'm gonna die
You're gonna die
He's gonna die
She's gonna die
They're gonna die
We're gonna die
Yeah, we're all gonna die
I got 99 problems,
Bitches every one,
But, tonight,
There ain't no word for what's gonna get done
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The Troubles Provo, Utah
The Troubles preach inebriation, perversion, and the Dionysian Frenzy to anyone who will listen.
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