Spy Fiction Folds in Ready Streets
from To The Concrete Drifts by FELL RUIN
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lyrics
The rails of sweat
and power sprawl... goodnight.
Serpent, born of men, the focused point
slithering tracks to prey abound.
Seal of sand keeper of the bounty
dreaming in six shooter clench.
Dreams of pale horses
whom design high hunt.
A game of chase and redemption resolve...
taste of lead fills our grail,
vultures careen above in anxious pursuit.
Fortunes dealt with avarice recite.
Too many fathers leaving bread trails behind for sons and daughters echo
forks in the route in chance we convict.
Spy fiction folds in ready streets
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Fashioned in rust, mechanized are the limbs
Precious cargo our shadows nailed thrice.
Vertically aimed and steady pull
hard silence grips the scene.
Spy fiction folds in ready streets
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Vessel of the arsonist, counsel of discord.
To concrete drifts, I succumb.
I succumb.
To the concrete drifts, I succumb.
Spectres reveal and boast of prelation
a toast to the sunken ship
vessel of the arsonist.
Counsel of discord,
embellish hideous shell for the occasion calls.
Sulfur accost the lungs
for maiden swallow.
Framed silhouettes serenade the procession
To the concrete drifts, I succumb.
and power sprawl... goodnight.
Serpent, born of men, the focused point
slithering tracks to prey abound.
Seal of sand keeper of the bounty
dreaming in six shooter clench.
Dreams of pale horses
whom design high hunt.
A game of chase and redemption resolve...
taste of lead fills our grail,
vultures careen above in anxious pursuit.
Fortunes dealt with avarice recite.
Too many fathers leaving bread trails behind for sons and daughters echo
forks in the route in chance we convict.
Spy fiction folds in ready streets
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Fashioned in rust, mechanized are the limbs
Precious cargo our shadows nailed thrice.
Vertically aimed and steady pull
hard silence grips the scene.
Spy fiction folds in ready streets
antique people on guard they stalk and bare arms.
Vessel of the arsonist, counsel of discord.
To concrete drifts, I succumb.
I succumb.
To the concrete drifts, I succumb.
Spectres reveal and boast of prelation
a toast to the sunken ship
vessel of the arsonist.
Counsel of discord,
embellish hideous shell for the occasion calls.
Sulfur accost the lungs
for maiden swallow.
Framed silhouettes serenade the procession
To the concrete drifts, I succumb.
credits
from To The Concrete Drifts,
released March 17, 2017
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discography
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Mar 2017 -
Mar 2015
