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Wound Origin

by Trash Teeth, Trash Hands

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I entered the Holy Temple Before I lost my brave My head thrown back in glory My mouth sewn shut this day My eyes fixed on the altar The room a'glow with flame Fell to knees no warnin' The hush it felt like blame Shadow masks our features A voice boomed in my head The heart, I confess, it faltered In new life my God was dead
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There was a time when you were mine But now yr with another The wound is deep my eyes won’t close Can’t see the sense in bother The truth evades while I’m awake Can’t you lay waste to wonder There weren’t a time when I was yours These chains they were illusion Mistake was yours to draw the lines Between the point of entry A victim of you or a victim of me Irresolute compulsion
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My fingers are bleeding My throat it threatens thee Wandering all over This crumbling sound Wondering aloud if I've strayed aground Lost the sense in The sound in me Our ageless plaintive Sigh is chalk and board Errant glance backward Forgoes a steady purge Worried fixations Engender still-birth Sound anemic The thoughts grow more untoward
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Everyone were represented Everyone were wanted Everyone were represented Everyone were wanted You will find us bound together By lust and touch and wonder Exploring each the parts of us, The thoughts that take us under Behind the teeth and veins we search We find our mirrored visage Instead we see staring back at us Our flawed and beastial lineage Everyone were represented Everyone were wanted Everyone were represented Everyone were wanted Denial plays the sweetest song The melody so simple That each of us can play along And sing the song as equals The truth we mask and distort through tongue The body's Tower Babel We'll strike each other's bodies down Each blow as if from gavel Everyone were represented Everyone were wanted Everyone were represented Everyone were wanted
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There were two sons Anchors for eyes One was lost While the other one died The boys were fond of gun and lies With thoughts to God And tongues of fire They set a course All of their own A whore's embrace, Their only home They carved a path Through hearth and bone And rode a horse Most oft alone Their true birth names Were never spoke These pilgrim's oaths Could not be broke They met their match From up above Struck blind and dead Jehovah's Love No lessons learned From this life Cut as deep As devotion's knife Tortured days engender Troubled nights Brother cut other Down in fright The price they paid We share in kind Those ghosts above Pay them no mind
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The Lord has done abandoned me I fear no holy revelry I speak to a god I know not of Corrupts the just through fear not love Night is for the vapid and the vain Morn’ coddles dullard and the lame Leave us to our shadows and nights Can we undo what the whispers right The moon is low the streets are getting dark The light casts relief, baby, oh so stark The screaming stopped once I plunged that knife Into the the chest of my estranged wife The stars above they’ve turned a’brown Perspectives shift when yr under ground
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The Devil came to me in the night Said, "Son, you are in for a fright. It's me who has been yr guide, directing you away from the Light. "You think of me as exercised Will, in absence you'll think on me still. Turn you from Father above, Locked in Self, want for His Love. "What's worse is they'll blame you for things, despite the knowledge of my strings. Expressed through Determinism, except when it comes to yr sins. "Boy, it's only fair ya see, if you hitch a ride with me. The Blessed will eat the Meek, With me is the peace that you seek."

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Songs of devils and gods both terrestrial and otherwise; along with the festering wounds they leave behind.

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released June 9, 2016

Git & Vox: KBT

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Trash Teeth, Trash Hands California

born from the death of six legendary cats, risen from their unearthed jaws, extracted from their mealy fangs as King Baby Teeth. Under the advice of a litany of lawyers and professional advertisement gurus KBT named their recording project Trash Teeth, Trash Hands so as to ensure the most commercial viability. ... more

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