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Harassment is the mark of the beast in the struggle
In the hands of the enemy the middle of the hastle
But blessed I'm bound to be
If I
luck
Resignate

This power has no roots to guide, no role
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go
Unwillingness, it's meaningless
To walk away in vain
my luck 
Resignate 

This power has no roots to guide, no role 
Trust me, rusted minds refuse to go 
Unwillingness, it's meaningless 
To walk
the middle of the night -
Even half a revolution
Would only bring you light

Go for the root
You're so messed up by politics lady
There's nothing exotic
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
All the roots in the earth
Are speaking to a heart of stone.
The children can hear it in their bones, 
And in this stone is
More than meets
(Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe)

Old white washed barn doors
Rain rusted tin
Straw packed shirt and blue jeans
Hangin' in the wind
There's never time
About a minute into our first dance
We got blindsided by your friends
All in a hurry like you had to go
Didn't they know you can't leave someone
Girl,
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture's
and dance
Under the honey sun
For ever and ever
Day by day.

Coming out of the water
Back to middle now
Hope for the future
Hope for the future now
with the weight
Of reality...
Yet free us by serving as the lustrous key
To our rusted manacles
Traces of the forms
Dance on the wall
In time with flames
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
deep
Is gathered while we sleep

I'm purified by fire
Renewed by my desire
Nothings left to chance
So I change partners

In this new dance
I
long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Trusted to keep
The weight of oceans
From her rusted gates of sleep

A dreaming
care of business
Jesus in Vegas
I'll pull your goddamned tongue right out by the roots
Jesus in Vegas, taking care of business
Jesus in Vegas
I'll
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his
3,2,1,4,5,6,
No telling where the beat might hit

This is out of hand like Buster Bluth
Leave you sounding like Rusted Root
Bots out your mouth like
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun
I walk a road horizons change
The tournament's begun
The purple piper plays his tune
Lie in this state
Of perdition
Never to awake
It negates
An admission
Stricken by fate

There's no salvation it dwells in your bones
There's
torches for those nine in the circle
Surrounded by nine shadows for nine souls
In the middle, an altar of fire, soil, water and wind
Look, and behold
Resin redundant
They dance by themselves
They whine and soar and soar and seesaw
Mime and pretend to speak
On the seesaw back and forth back and forth
angry for being there

A flat piece of stone in the middle of nowhere

The town never grows cause nobody can keep their roots down

It's just a tumbleweed
at all

They used to dance in the garden
In the middle of the night
They used to dance in the garden
In the middle of the night
They were naked