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Go To The Lord

from Collected1011 by March

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Oh mother hear our funeral dirge
Do our voices carry your way
We broke our backs for your natural coal
And you have washed our souls in clay

Well I hear they've taken you back so far
This simple mountain's your home
And crying won't solve all these petty little scars
So hold me dear mother and go to your Lord

Wretched old demons that scratch at my door
Levity's a place I don't go anymore
I'm drained and I'm drawn and my hands feel like claws
So pack up your troubles and go to your Lord
Nightmares feel like I'm still awake
Levity's far from this difficult place
Lay down my body with limestone and boards
Head off the Devil and go to your Lord

Oh mother hear me dragging my bones
There's dirt and there's rope for my crooked little horns
And I mangled my nails as the onlookers wailed
This coffin lid's covered all the things that I've known

Wretched old demons that scratch at my door
Levity's a place I don't go anymore
I'm drained and I'm drawn and my hands feel like claws
So pack up your troubles and go to your Lord
Nightmares feel like I'm still awake
Levity's far from this difficult place
Lay down my body with limestone and boards
Head off the Devil and go to your Lord

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from Collected1011, track released September 4, 2010

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