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A song about the similarities of human beings and moths; the way we strive for the discovery of an undetermined light, the mysterious god we look for, and the death we all accept.
lyrics
I fed a piece of paper
Into an iron mouth with a clock
And walked to unravel
A million miles of fault
They fluttered above my head
Like angels in sackcloth
They fell from the walls to the floor
And they'll wait for me to come
and do them in
That great consuming monster
Came over the carpet
And held them down
They'd come to expect it
For their ship
was built aground
We aim for the light
though we're blinded
We just long to feel its warmth
We're moving in circles
and we're stirring
Stirring up a storm
Oh, oh, oh,
The fear of God
Oh, oh, oh
It swallows us
Oh, oh, oh
We sinners fold
And lay down
To take what we've got coming
Oh, oh, oh,
The fear of God
Oh, oh, oh
It swallows us
Oh, oh, oh
We sinners fold
Oh, Oh, oh
and so it goes
And we lay down
To take what we've got coming
credits
from
Anthony Ruptak,
track released December 17, 2010
Anthony Ruptak - Guitars, Vocs, Piano
Anthony Carroll - Mechanics and Audio Engineering
Shelly Bland - Violin
Red Rocks Community College - Mics and Piano
Issac Jorgenson - Mics
Album artwork - Dominic Guttormson
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