This release comes in a digipak featuring artwork from singer Matthew Milia, and with an eight-panel insert with all the lyrics from the album.
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lyrics
Mount Marcy is growing sparse
She is the farce that I would like to tell
From the bottom of your well
Feel the bushes, brambles rambling
Ample sapling, suckling all the air
And the north from Marcy’s hair
When my death-day comes
When my death-day numbs me
I shall become one
I shall become nothing
And something
Something is the heaven-king for me
Your crucifixion-three-large-hills are
Shadow-making over stilts we built
On the mountain’s silt
Marcy, you’re my favorite love
Seventeen and freckled like a soul
To forget you would be so
Hard on me
Hard on me
Hard on me to cut you from my dream-range
But we shall become one
We shall become nothing
And something
That something is the heaven-king for me!
Birds are chirping, you’re usurping
Things that I would never want to tell
From the top of your landfill
Workers smoking, all evoking
Western counties, full of filth and love
To which you’re bound above
When my death-day comes
For certain, I’ll be sorry
For all that I have done indoors
When outside sons were shining
They are blinding, binding
Reminding me the heaven-king is one