Twelve Tribes
still
Witness the end of yourself
And write it all down in your blood
Fiend for the taste of spilling words
Beneath your tongue,
for when i spoke of you
I stole the day and bled the sun
Awaiting home where hand held
Innocence is feuling life
And pain and love bleed through me
And we'll be still forever
After no movement no breathing
She swore she'd always care for me
These secrets they burn me
And i bleed her beauty is saddening.
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- Miscellaneous
- As Feathers To Flower
- As Feathers to Flowers and Petals to Wings
- Fall 2000 New Music Sampler
- New Shit, Volume 9
- Midwest Pandemic
- Metal Hammer #158: Razor
- Rock Sound: Sound Check, Volume 90
- Under the Gun
- Metal Hammer #172: Ferret Music
- Core Sampler
- Metal Hammer: Razor, Volume 5
- MTV 2 Headbangers Ball, Volume 2
- Ferret Music Winter 2005 Sampler
- Ferret Music 2004: Progression Through Aggression
- Broken Lamps and Hardcore Memories, Volume 2
- The Rebirth of Tragedy
- Progression Through Aggression: Ferret Music 2004
- Sweet Deal! Initial & Eulogy Label Sampler
- Instruments