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Unto the Waste Land

from Unto the Waste Land by mrmoth

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Up from the frozen water
Out of her stolen breath
To rip the heart of the matter
From the stitches of death

You know my dirty secrets
And I am prone to confess
It's too long on my shoulder
With its cutting caress

I heard the teeth gnashing, I felt it beside
As she had waited for love and I waited to die
I heard the invitation, I could not resist
My soul was hid among the shit, shelved and dismissed

Now my hands are at work to rebuild all the parts
New blood spits out from the core of my living heart
These mountains are teeth, the palate where he stands
Your traitor is delivered now
Unto the waste land

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from Unto the Waste Land, released December 9, 2003
Performed and produced by Michael Bird.

Words and music by Michael Bird; Lyrics reproduced by kind permission.

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mrmoth Ashland, Ohio

mrmoth is the solo musical project of fine artist Michael Bird and various collaborators. Begun in 1996, mrmoth has since released five albums with a unique blend of electronics and traditional instrumentation, resulting in an eclectic catalog that visits experimental, textural soundscapes, pop dance tracks, and anthemic rock songs. ... more

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