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Oh, the empires calling,
Trying to hear his voice,
While heâs preaching to the choir,
And that choir is death and noise.
And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist.
Angels with broken wings,
Melodic harmonies she sings.
She brings you white daffodils,
You place them on your windowsill.
Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist.
Well you sit in dark forests,
Youâve been there for quite a while.
And when they come to take you,
You just sit and smile.
You say, âHey, you take this. Iâm gonna see if you exist.â
Oh itâs time to leave here,
And I still have my knife,
And itâs pressed up against my body,
Tonights gonna be the night.
And I cut my own wrist, just to see if I exist.
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- Directions To See A Ghost
- Light In The Attic
- Phosphene Dream
- Another Nice Pair
- Black Angel Exit
- Passover
- Paste mPlayer #87
- So Real: 15 Tracks of the Best New Music
- Live in San Francisco
- Phosgene Nightmare
- 2006-06-11: Horseshoe Tavern, Toronto, ON, Canada
- 2006-11-18: Agora Theater, Cleveland, OH, USA
- Dead Bees Label Sampler #3
- The Black Angels
- Uncut: The Playlist November 2006
- Live at KEXP, Volume Three
- Light in the Attic Records Sampler 3.0
- Psychedelica, Volume One