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Myths and Roads

by Lesser Beggars

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WE PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO A KING AND A KINGDOM THERE IS FREEDOM IN BABYLON BUT WHAT KIND OF FREEDOM? WE PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO A FLAG AND A MASTER WE ARE OFFERED SALVATION BUT ITS SAFETY WE’RE AFTER WE WERE CURSED TO WANDER THE WORLD ALL OUR LIVES SO WE BUILT OUR TOWERS TO REACH TO THE SKIES SERVING TWO MASTERS WE’VE LEARNED TO LOVE ONE AWAITING THE DAY WHEN OUR WORK HERE IS DONE WOE TO OUR MAMMON IDEA OF DREAMS THE FABRIC OF MAN WILL NOT HOLD AT THE SEAMS SEARCHING THE NARROW PATH THAT LEADS US TO WISDOM UNTIL WE ONLY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE TO THE KING AND THE KINGDOM
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SO WE LISTEN TO TRANSLATIONS AND MISREPRESENTATIONS AND WE READ DISTORTIONS AND MISQUOTATIONS COVERING OUR EARS AND OUR EYES KNOWING THIS BENT TRUTH WON’T COST US OUR LIVES SERVING MAMMON AND KILLING IN THE NAME OF GOD THEREFORE i FIND IT RATHER STRANGE YOU SAY THAT i AM TO REFLECT YOUR LIGHT…HOLY POLTERGEIST YOUR WILL DECLINED WHEN YOU COME LIKE A DOVE BUT i’M MORE OF A SPARROW LEARNED THE ROAD TO THIS LIFE IS NOT VERY NARROW WHEN THE ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES, AND THE ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES WHEN THE BEST THEY CAN OFFER IS SEX AND CHAMPAGNE THEN YOUR RED WINE AND RED INK HAVE NOT MUCH TO SAY WHEN THE ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES AND THE ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES HOLY POLTERGEIST YOUR WILL IMPLIED WITH THE MYTH OF THERE VIOLENCE REDEMPTIVE AND CLEAN KILLING IN THE NAME OF A POOR NAZARENE WHILE i SEARCH FOR PEACE IN A PROMISED LAND THEY HAVE EMPTY STOMACHS AND EMPTY HANDS WHEN THE ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES, AND THE ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES HOLY POLTERGEIST YOUR WILL DENIED WHILE WE WORSHIP COLORED RAGS FULL AND DRIPPING WITH GUILT TOLD TO “GO TELL THAT FOX” OF ALL THE BLOOD THAT HE’S SPILT WITH ALL HIS BRINGING ‘PEACE’ TO THE PROMISED LAND STANDING HIGH EXALTED FREE FROM REPRIMAND AND HIS ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES AND THE ROAD IS PAVED IN BONES
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EAST OF EDEN WE WILL ROAM FAR FROM WHERE THAT GARDEN GROWS WHERE OUR MURDERS HAVE TURNED INTO CITIES AND OUR CITIES HAVE GROWN INTO NATIONS OUR IDOLS BECOME OUR KIN WE WILL FIGHT AND WE WILL WIN TO PROTECT THIS EMPIRE INSIDE BABYLON WHEN WE FALL ON HARD TIMES WE FALL DOWN ON OUR FACE AND CALL OUT TO A GOD IN SECOND PLACE BECAUSE NO ONE CAN SERVE BOTH GOD AND MONEY BUT THAT CASH IS SO SWEET IT SMELLS LIKE HONEY THIS WAY OF LIFE IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE WE MUST SIT IN CHURCH AND MASTURBATE NO i DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF THE CHILDREN STARVE AS LONG AS i HAVE GASOLINE IN MY CAR NO THIS WAY OF LIFE IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE WE MUST MEDICATE ALL OUR CONVICTIONS AWAY SO EAST OF EDEN WE WILL ROAM FAR FROM WHERE THAT GARDEN GROWS WHERE OUR MURDERS HAVE TURNED INTO CITIES AND OUR CITIES HAVE GROWN INTO NATIONS WE’VE SOLD OUR SOULS A BAG OF GOLD AND THE DEVIL DANCES INSIDE FULL POCKETS
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THE MYTH REIGNS FREE WHEN PEASANTS HAVE SWORDS WHEN BEGGARS HAVE CHANGE IS THIS THE END OF THE WORLD WHEN YOU AND i SPOKE OF THE COMING OF AN AGE WHERE THEY STEAL WHAT WE HOARD IS THIS THE EMPIRE’S DREAM ADORED AND i WILL NOT LIE i FEAR THE COMING OF THE LAMB FOR YOU AND i BOTH LOVE THE EMPIRE’S SWEET DEMANDS BUT WE STILL SIT PRETENDING WE’RE KINGS AND WE SING PRAISE LONG LIVE THE KINGS OUR HANDS UNCLEAN WHEN LEPERS HAVE LORDS WHEN PAUPERS HAVE CHAINS CALLED TO THE ENDS OF THE WORLD ASKED TO TAKE A YOKE AS WE WATCH THE WARS THEY RAGE DEATH IS OUR REWARD IN THIS DREAM WE CANNOT AFFORD AND i PRAY WHEN WE DIE THAT WE WILL NOT BE DAMNED FOR YOU AND i BOTH WORSHIP OUR IDOLS WHERE WE STAND BUT WE STILL SIT PRETENDING WE’RE KINGS AND WE SING PRAISE LONG LIVE THE KINGS
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– WELL i SOLD MY SOUL FOR A BAG OF GOLD SOLD MY SOUL FOR A BAG OF GOLD MY BLOOD MY BLOOD IS GETTING COLD MY BLOOD MY BLOOD IS GETTING COLD AND i’VE GOT POCKETS FULL OF GOLD AND THE DEVIL AT MY SIDE POCKETS FULL OF GOLD AND THE DEVIL AT MY SIDE WELL i COULD WASH YOUR FEET WITH THIS DIRTY WINE WE’RE TOLD OUR HANDS CAN HEAL THE BLIND BUT WE’VE SOLD OUR SOULS FOR A BAG OF GOLD MY GOD MY GOD i’M GETTING OLD i’VE GOT A MOUTH FULL OF DUST AND POCKETS FULL OF SINS MOUTH FULL OF DUST AND POCKETS FULL OF SINS THE POOR DON’T NEED A HELPING HAND THEY JUST NEED OUR PITY WE DON’T HAVE TO WANDER BECAUSE WE’VE BUILT OUR CITIES WE DON’T NEED OUR DAILY BREAD BECAUSE WE’VE HOARDED IN STORES AND WE DON’T CARE FOR WHAT WE HAVE WE JUST WANT MORE WE DON’T NEED A MIRACLE WE HAVE WESTERN MEDICINE…i DREAMT THAT IT WAS RAINING OUTSIDE WHERE WE SLEPT AND WE’RE TOLD A CHILD IS COMING TO SMASH A SERPENTS HEAD BUT WE’RE ALL HALF-HEARTED GYPSIES WHO TRUST IN LESSER GODS WORSHIPING IDOLS AND CLAIMING A CROSS AND O’ NO MY GOD WE’VE ALL LOST OUR WAY AND SO WE SIT AS SHEEP AMONG SHEEP ASLEEP WE THROW OUR STONES AND PRETEND WE’RE INNOCENT OF THEIR BLOOD KEEPING OUR LOVE CLOSE TO OUR CHEST SO NO ONE CAN SEE THAT i AM MY BROTHERS KEEPER HIS BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS
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Die and Live 05:11
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MY EYES ARE HEAVY MY ARMS AND LEGS ARE HEAVY MY BACK ACHES AND i LONG FOR REST THERE IS MERCURY IN MY HOPE AND SMOG IN MY LOVE CONCRETE IN MY BLOOD AND STEEL BEAMS IN MY WORSHIP EVERYTHING IS DEAD OR DYING PROMISED RELIEF SEDUCED BY COMFORT OFFERED SAFETY EXCHANGED FOR OBEDIENCE BUT STILL THERE ARE SHADOWS THAT CROSS MY WAY OF MOTIONLESS RECTANGLES THAT DO NOT SWAY IN THE WIND EVERYTHING IS DEAD OR DYING i AM STILL COLD AND HUNGRY BUT NOW ALSO AM ALONE MORE STAGNATE AND STATIONARY AND SOMEHOW LESS AT HOME BUT NOW MY HAMMER DOES NO DAMAGE AND MY ANGER GOES UNSAID i BEGIN TO BELIEVE THAT EVER YTHING IS IN FACT DEAD EVERYTHING IS DEAD OR DYING…THE ROAD TO HELL MIGHT BE PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS BUT THE ROAD TO HEAVEN IS NOT PAVED
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THINGS WE HAVE FOUND TO BE OUR OWN AFTER ALL SEEDS WE HAVE SOWN AND PLANTED ALL ALONG KINGS WE HAVE CROWNED IN PLACE OF OUR KING A NEED FOR THINGS TO GROW IS A NEED WE NEED TO SEE ASHAMED TO FIND OUT IT WAS THE DAILY BREAD WE SEEK THRONES OF THE EMPIRE IS WHERE OUR HEADS WILL SLEEP NAMED AND KNOWN WE ARE BUT ALONE WE WILL STAY STONES WE WILL THROW TO CAST OUR SINS AWAY WE’RE SINKING TO OUR NECKS IN WATER ANKLE DEEP DIGNIFIED WE ARE AS WE SOW WHAT WE REAP DRINKING FROM THIS CUP LIKE WHISKEY FROM A WELL GLORIFIED WE RUN BUT WE ARE CHASED BACK INTO HELL IN THE SILENCE OF GOD WE FEEL A HAUNTING IN OUR CHEST DAYS AND DAYS WE GO WITHOUT AN OUNCE OF REST OUR VIOLENCE WILL COME BUT OUR VIOLENCE WON’T STAY PRAISE AND PRAISE WE SING BUT WE WILL ALWAYS GO ASTRAY
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WE ARE WRETCHED AND CIVILIZED MAY WE BE HOLY AND WILD…THERE IS A GOD AND OF HIM i AM IN AWE THERE IS A GOD AND OF HER i AM IN AWE THERE IS A GOD AND OF GOD i AM IN AWE
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DO THE HANDS AND FEET OF GOD HAVE EARS? HAVE WE HEARD THE SOUND OF BOMBS RINGING OUT FOR YEARS? HAVE WE SEEN A WIDOWED MOTHER WIPE AWAY HER OWN TEARS? DO THE HANDS AND FEET OF GOD HAVE EARS? HAVE WE GONE DEAF? HAVE WE GONE BLIND? HAVE WE LET CAESAR COLONIZE OUR MINDS? HAVE WE PUT A FLAG IN PLACE OF OUR GOD? HAVE WE CLAIMED A NATION MOST SOVEREIGN OF ALL? DO THE POWERS THAT BE HAVE CONTROL OVER YOU? DO THE POWERS THAT BE HAVE CONTROL OVER ME? ARE WE BLIND TO STRIPES AND STARS THAT MAKE OUR JESUS BLEED? DO THE HANDS AND FEET OF GOD SEE?
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WE ARE KEPT CONTENT BY THEIR CIRCUSES AND BREAD WE STILL WORSHIP OUR IDOLS OF BLUE WHITE AND RED AND WE’RE DRUNK ON HER WINE O’ BABYLON THE GREAT WHEN HER CITIES ALL COME CRASHING DOWN WE WILL SHARE IN THEIR FATE SO COME OUT OF HER MY SISTERS AND BROTHERS WE’LL FOLLOW FERAL JOHN AND HE’LL TEACH US TO BE OTHER BUT IF AFTER WALKING FORTY YEARS TO FIND OUR PIECE OF LAND ONLY TO FIND IT RUINED BUT THE WORKS OF MAN THEN WE’LL MARCH AROUND THEIR CITIES AND SHOUT AT THE WALLS UNTIL OUR LORD MAKES THEIR CITIES FALL AND WE’LL TAKE OUR BAGS OF GOLD NEVER MEANT FOR US TO HOLD THEY ARE JUST SHINNY BITS OF STONE AND WE’LL MELT THEM DOWN TO PAVE A ROAD…THE FIVE THOUSAND JESUS FEED WERE OUT IN THE WILDERNESS WITH FOOD BACK AT THEIR HOMES IN THEIR VILLAGES BUT NOT TOLD TO GO BACK THERE BUT TO THE CITIES THEY RESIST IF ONLY FOR TONIGHT THEY WILL LIVE AND REALLY LIVE WHILE THE TEMPLES CLEANSING REEKS LIKE THE SINS OF CITY STREETS SUBVERTED BY THE WILD HONEY THAT HE EATS ‘CAUSE FERAL JOHN’S OUT IN THE RIVER AND HE’S CLEANSING FROM DESIRE BEFORE JESUS COMES TO BAPTIZE US IN HOLY FIRE
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We Will Try 02:48
i WANT TO RUN TO THE HILLS i DON’T WANT TO RUN SLOWLY i WANT TO CUT OUT THE PARTS OF ME THAT WHINE WE CANNOT DO THIS EVEN TOGETHER BUT WE WILL TRY O’ WE WILL TRY i WANT TO TEAR THESE BUILDINGS TO RUBBLE i WANT TO TOUCH THE EARTH WITH MY OWN HANDS i WANT TO WAKE UP EARLY IN THE MORNING TO GREET THE SUNRISE AND THE MORNING DEW i WANT TO LASH OUT IN FURIOUS ANGER i WANT TO RETREAT IN SORROW AND SHAME AND i WANT MY FRIENDSHIPS TO LAST FOREVER i WANT TO LIVE AND THEN TO DIE BUT WE CANNOT DO THIS NOT EVEN TOGETHER THE WORLD GOES WHERE IT WILL GO WE WILL DIE SEPARATE AND UNFORGIVEN BUT WE WILL TRY O’ WE WILL TRY

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released August 4, 2010

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