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Perhaps as a Dying Lamb

from Old Friends by A Binary Ward

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Album: Old Friends (EP)
Artist: A Binary Ward

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PERHAPS AS A DYING LAMB
I watch the sun fall into a thousand silent shards.
Blinded, I bask where it all comes to pool,
and suddenly everything is okay.
They're building right on top of me,
and bearing gifts made out of my own bones.
I hear the broken waves sing ever changing, feinted songs.
Limpid, I hang on the air to take it all in,
to let it swell and wash over me,
when suddenly everything is okay.
They're building right on top of me,
bearing gifts I swear are my bones;
burning black holes into everything.
Shape the ashes into new home
as I'm watching through the holes in my own shadow.
I touch the blade and fall as a thousand burning strands,
and I am collected now, in the palm of my own hand.
I step back and attempt to reassemble;
perhaps as an iron curtain, perhaps as a dying lamb.
They're filling those black holes with anything,
shape the ashes into my new home
as I'm watching through the holes in my shadow.

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from Old Friends, released November 1, 2014
Written, performed, and recorded by Rain Fice, 2014
Additional engineering and mixing by Benjamin Attard
©Packard Black Productions, 2014

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