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Citadel

by Kanna

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Rolling back from my own grave Not a doubt, a disbelief Straight for the sun wishing left was right Ignorance follows in ugly treads Each a loss for the other Drifting nigh in a charmed citadel Step through the life of a mother Weep into porcelain pools Struck down by a painted man With darkened hair And a weathered kind of breath You found a different way Another kind of death Each day, a new found curse Held beneath your tangled wire Each, and every kind of new found exit How can you ever cope Creeping, and flirting with never-ending progress Can you stoop where you once stood How can you even cope Every night, you lie awake Sheltered by a roof of silk Striding by your bedside Unseen and cloaked in white As you pale With the hounds on your heels A cold shiver stings through your palms Weep into porcelain pools Birsting with stride Clutching your soul at your side Leave behind your cost and worth Exit excess The truth grays Reeling and drowning
2.
How much can you afford to fold it down, twist it up, and rip it out It's always just another set, another face Just another sliding door to the same old place you can't justify Leaving light Swift side down and out Signs blown out by the road Gleaming over sons of old Neon cracking through the asphalt, like a fucking leech Drawn out, ripped down It's always another affront How much can you afford to fold it down, twist it up, and rip it out It's always just another set, another face Just another sliding door to the same old place you can't justify Left out on the counter Swift smoke and tipped ash Rest down easy sink, into cracked leather Sweat pools down and around your crooked brow Feet up and eyes back And your grave's creeping shadow In a fire fight, with my own command Never stopping, how can I lift a finger When I can't look away
3.
Glistening silver, once covered in ink Bear down, crouching over With molten hands Reeling, lurching, towards the iron gate Gliding by, gearing towards an unseen light Beneath the canopy, coated in ice Knowing that we're filtered through windfalls of dust She carves a path, weighted in silk With an air like earth, wet with disdain Heart like an eye, deep with remorse Cowering beneath the gaze of a fallen god Pushing crooked wisdom on deaf ears Sunken down, beneath the trunk to the roots Hard-headed, and thick skinned lies heavy And withered earth, cracks the sky Cracked and burned We're filtered through windfalls of dust She carves a path, weighted in silk With an air like earth, wet with disdain Heart like an eye, deep with remorse
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5.
Deluge 03:08
You've gotta know a better way through the wake to find resolve You'll be the best I've ever seen, ever known It's all for the cause Just walk through the gate and step away, never again I've always known you've had a way with words, a peace of mind If just for applause You know you can't, can't walk away You know you can't commit Always thought that you were close, to second best But you have always seemed to question why, that you were always left How obtuse that you believed you were the only one You know you can't, can't walk away You can't commit And you never thought that it would be, your only chance That you'd always feel, feel the weight of us all But you were, you're static We've lost our ground, out of touch at a distant gaze Dragging it up by the weight of sound The hum of an open road, frozen breath, steady hands And eyes wide Without regret I've known tried and true Settle down, swing back by the wayside Slip through that white picket fence Down by the water Where we used to play as kids Crashing, clasping at the waves Leaping through the bright, crisp air Mouths wide And hearts open Kneel down, swing back by the wayside I left myself by your door Kneel down, swing back by the wayside I left myself at your door
6.
It's times like these, that pass you by Drifting through your fragile hands It's so real, that it's unnerving Not even knowing I've seen the long road, far from home Knelt by the river, and felt the cold I've seen desperation, sweat and fear Felt the sound rip through me, for days on days Intoxicated, drunk off the same old shit Mad, for the sake of it For indifference, for the sake of it Assigned self-worth, as if it actually meant something Dead-eyed, and scared Walking down these empty halls Running my hands down the rails The creeping cold sinks in to hold My last regrets, I've had and told Sweep down beneath the folds The creeping cold sinks in to hold
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The churning tides will rip you under Swirling beneath their massive crests Majestically tragic, in your call to arms Fighting with a double-edged sword And not knowing which way to swing, which way to fall You're sinking into the plot That you sowed with your hands Look over it Seeing if there's time Kneel over it Knowing that there's space Sink into it But you'll last through it, as always With the help from everyone But with the foresight of a man in the ground Leaving waste in your wake Left to your children A burden to all Keep swinging I can't believe that you find a way To lay awake with the weight of the sun on your head I'm so sick and tired of the same old shit I've spent a lifetime forgetting it Living in the shadow of doubt And you will know by the creeping chill That lights a fire in the dead of night You've come and gone You fell from the way You tried to help You couldn't wait You're living with the same old fate That you dealt that night The churning tides will rip you under Swirling beneath their massive crests You know, you've gotta live with it You know, you'll have deal with it

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released July 30, 2018

Engineered by Daniel Pilla and Justin Hollis at Backroom Studios, Drexel University, and Bad Lab Studio, LLC

Mixed, and Produced at Bad Lab Studio, LLC by Daniel Pilla and Kanna

Mastered by Daniel Pilla

Vocals/Guitar: Daniel Pilla
Guitar: Chris Cugliotta
Bass: Justin Hollis
Drums: Daniel Mannix

Album Art Photograph: Lyle Zanca

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