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"Son Of The Morning" by Oh, Sleeper, which was released in 2009 and consists of 9 songs.
A Banquet For Traitors
Again, I wake to you... Stand up, these feet are so far from clean.
I'm undeserving of the strength in your arms used to save me.
But years passed when I saw Eve next to me,
She's wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality.
I remember the host, but it's been so long since we spoke.
He said, "My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish."
But I sit at a banquet for traitors
Placed here between a thief and a liar.
"Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip..."
But I'll make you the god of a liar
Regaining consciousness under a swinging moon,
He speaks of alliances that beckoned me long before the womb.
I've caused more wounds than I'm worth. I see now, you must not have heard...
I am the natural born killer.
There is freedom past your history.
"This air won't fill my lungs!"
Because you should be breathing blood.
See, this death, it was your victory so...
"Teach me to fill my lungs!"... never stop breathing blood.
I had it all so very wrong, but I fought... I fought with only song.
Comissioned By Kings
Give me your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me your strength so I can stand so strong...
Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom.
The tempest roars but I am fearless.
With each step I crack and stretch and each breath is a sting to my chest.
My God, will this push bring purity or...
Bring out the dead! Bring out the dead!
Bring out what you will have bow down, and they will bow down.
"They're climbing, they're climbing through soil and earth."
They have my scent! "but you can stop them, I'm sure..."
In All Honesty
(Feat. Cody Bonnette)
Rest I have not found...
They keep coming, keep coming, keep crawling right through my teeth.
They keep coming, keep coming, your children I feed off to keep awake...
Long enough to meet the next little sheep...
Long enough to meet the next to buy every word I preach.
It's like I was born to rip the flesh from her bones.
I'm forever stalking the streets for the next one.
I've found I can run faster, faster than guilt could ever.
Reveries Of Flight
A sound ahead from distant peaks,
A song that all my brothers sing.
It's just out of reach,
To join them I need the wings the heaven denied me.
It's like your deaf to my voice,
But I've been here for every moment,
Waiting on your call to move.
If you could just make a choice,
I know you would find me wanting only to be close to you.
Do you mean to challenge me?
Because your speech is threatening to the writer of your history,
Through a future perverted by envy.
Your whisper may sway the weak, but when I speak it roars the seas.
Your challenge has been met, because with a breath I could snap your neck.
This wont be like the first time you tried,
Because my patience and mercy for you has run dry.
You've watered among my bride and started seeds to feed your throning flight.
I will sing to the world your storm is capturing
The Fire Dawn
Stand up, we'll be more than kings.
Show no mercy when the gates swing.
I've said it before but without accepting that my body
Was the only thing keeping me from living.
I wouldn't even let the surgeon touch me.
Though facing death, I dined on flesh...
But now I live to fight out-numbered.
I live to fight out-numbered at the fire dawn to live in rebellious honor.
I'll stand, you'll see me over all of your fallen.
I'll be knee-deep, knee-deep in a sea of their organs.
The New Breed
Reclaiming thrones, our generations pride,
Sits a conformist ploy to strip what burns inside.
Our bodies yearn to live life endlessly, so now we rise. We rise in mutiny.
We make our stand here between the angels and animals.
We fear nothing here, where we can beat any feat set to keep us crawling.
We're calling you here to give leave to destruction of fear
And stand tall against all who will dare to shake you. Don't let them shake you.
"Stand strong, where I could not, please stand strong"
Oh please, this plea, dear God, let it not from my lips be conceived.
So grip your fist and swing until your knuckles bleed.
World Without A Son
I fear a world without the sun.
The day the sun never rose, cold swept the world.
And now stone and ice, the children she forms.
I lift my eyes to take in horizons of skin.
The cold is creeping to meet with wrath above
And you'll soon be fearing to see what it kept us away from.
I fear a world without the sun.
I fear a world without the sun, but never who wished it gone.
The trees are dead, yet alive more than ever,
Growing flesh where once were leaves.
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