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RIFLES AT RECESS LYRICS
"To Whisper in Tongues" (2003)
1. The Downfall of Roman Catholicism and How It Directly Affects Kevin Smith
2. Dance On Your Grave
3. No Evil Angels
4. Heroes Vs. Harlots
5. Custom Made Backstabber
6. My Apologies to the Walking Dead
7. I Died Twenty Times In 1986
8. Sporus In Theatre
9. Here's to Broken Boys
10. Gone
1. The Downfall of Roman Catholicism and How It Directly Affects Kevin Smith
2. Dance On Your Grave
Shades of grace spilled across lips that lied as she became the mother of sorrow.
each word portrayed the shores of my lust where a million breaths were laid to rest.
i cursed the wind blowing backwards in mirrors, reflecting a face that could not
belong to me. Sleep beautiful winter . her words laid upon the alter as her hands
were laid upon the grave, we died slowly that day so that the blind could see, so
that the deaf could hear , so that our children could speak to the dead. carve me a
casket from the corpse of night and the whores of its darkness. bless this breath
and the words it has destroyed, undress my shame as i molest the fame that got us
here. shades of grace spilled across lips that lied as she became the mother of
sorrow. each word portrayed the shores of my lust. each word portrayed the waters
of desire and i pulled every knife from my side and stained sand crimson. lay this
cold heart at the feet of fables untold until my tongue teaches the parables of
revenge. i could give a fuck about forgiveness. i could give a fuck about
rememberance. we chose this night. now watch me turn and walk away as the plot
thickens.
3. No Evil Angels
Please don't pull this dagger from my back , I want the whole world to have a place to hang thier hat and watch the shadows wilt . I want the whole world to dig up roots from the earth like veins from the belly of revelation . I want to fly these abused skies and take the grand tour of Armageddon looking thru a dead saints eyes . Strip the king of his crown and melt it down to mold me shackles where I'll remain chained and held in contempt by the failure of what a ruler dreamt when his eyes closed and reopened dead and poems of apocolypse were carved into his head . I wake up dazed from summers heat and find the carvers knife laying at my feet. I am the author of tomorrow. I am the inkwell's plea for featherpens. I am 100 needles sewing the sun undone and selling fire one flame at a time. Close your eyes and dream and tell forever I'm coming to steal his 9 to 5.
4. Heroes Vs. Harlots
heroes,harlots,habits.decieve another heart in this waking hour. i will die again
before breath. before scars heal you must bleed.cast my doubt in every sunrise and
make this day remember the night as i painted it.show me your trust and ill show you
my betrayal, breaking me down i beg tolerance. suspend me by broken wings.breath in
the sky and kill those thoughts that are dead mans dreams...alas we have severed our
tongues. no more wishing with our eyes we've created every fucking monster...every
fucking one. pick up the knife and paint the floor red with your selfish intentions.
sharpen your teeth for the hunt and we will sin like unbaptised children...this
broken back will claim our innocence .our age will outweigh our desire.i can still
see a boy bringing flowers as i lay in this empty room i have named every scar after
you, i have grown to call this pain friend.born a slave but ill die a master, if
this is life then show me the fucking door. i've been to funner funerals.
5. Custom Made Backstabber
Paralyzing prophecies sleep in the throats of the saints who spun the sun while time stood still. The dreaded tears of spiritual lepars reduced the angels to rust who in turn gouged thier eyes blind with sharpened halo's. The sky rains down smoke on thier heads and they fled to hide thier shame in shadows of wings.Thieves on thrones had no trouble wishing slumber under plastic crowns and mocked deadly desire in sleepless dreams.Blank pages bibles lined the bookshelves in trophy rooms of third class gods who had no history.They were messiah's in noones eyes , not even blinded angelic ones.They begged to hang on homemade crosses and spit at onlookers who bit thier tongues behind smiling lips. Satisfaction the size of cathedrals blanketed thier wounds from view.Not a word was said , because we all knew that both the mime and the martyr helped us buy the nails.
6. My Apologies to the Walking Dead
Your jealousy has built a fire around your house and i hope these flames sear your
fucking mouth shut . gossip, rumors...i was just another 5 minute movie to hit your
empty theatre. i was just another 5 minute story. was it a lack respect that turned
our friendship so sour? i will not feel sorry for you anymore. i hope this hits you
right between the fucking eyes and i have for you these words; go go go / fight fight
fight/ kill kill kill we forged this hammer for one reason , to crush every bone that
youve pampered.sleep tonight with the ashes and decorate your heart with death. sleep
tonight and let god tell you his secrets because youre sure as fuck gonna need to
know something as fake as waking up.
7. I Died Twenty Times In 1986
Where were the angels when my sunshine was shattered ? How did it feel to touch my skin ? Eight years and innocent . Your hands buried my tongue in the deepest grave . Flowers were fading on God's brightest day. Where were the angels when screams died wishing that my throat was the size of forgiveness ? I was such a cute kid but now I hope that you've spent your days practicing death . I shut my eyes and you melt away . Let's restart this fucking war.
8. Sporus In Theatre
i slipped on the noose left hanging from the wrists of boys who held every ounce of
sadness they could summon to sleep and draw dreams that streamed down their faces.
the seats are empty and eyes are frozen, cut me from this tree called time and put
me back on the shelf until i can smile again. the fathers of compassion have left me
thier bastard son orphaned in houses of wind where we both sit and cry as we rip out
the last page of every book we ever called a lover.
9. Here's to Broken Boys
I whispered your name last night into dark freezing pillows and sighed when nothing was returned but breezes that blew me right to sleep.My arms are getting so tired of hugging memories and falling pieces to floors,and there I am on hands and knees picking up smiles and your make-up is not a mask anymore.I love you today just like the days before and I love to hear your voice in dreams inside of me I slip beneath the sky again to catch a glimpse of you preparing for me more memories.Was it always this peaceful when you cried ? I would love to think that our worlds together had no hands of time but we're running thin on the time we spend watching eachother try.i wanted this to last so long like ancient tombs that put to sleep all the boys that had hopes like mine. I just wanted you to know this day that I whispered your name a million times into a pillow that just sat there and didn't move.
10. Gone
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