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There's a Dead Fox Where You Praise

by Wild Trees

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1.
Money 03:44
Diametrically dead in designer homes, then you found me like something gold And that’s how it goes when you’re not worth the sign and your body is the fuel in those greedy eyes. I bet you found Jesus in your private jet. X2 This guillotine knows that money taste like.. Like dopamine? Bloodstains? Carpet cleaner on a Sunday? I don’t know, I don’t know how much it cost, to scrub the remains of your brother’s thoughts. So privatize the gains and socialize the losses, cover up those dead kids painted in your gardens. The cross-eyed, invisible, desperate angels. This guillotine knows what money taste like The lamborghinis with the teeth on the inside You feel saliva pouring down the back of your neck And there’s money just coming out the side of your head. You decrease in value. They want you as their home decor Be the ghost you want to see in the world cause there’s only room for one monarch here.
2.
Fire, hallelujah. Rain it down from above. Clean us, hallelujah. Murder, hallelujah. Wretched refuse enough. Glory, glory sags the horizon. Muerte trumpets gags the ocean. But in the cipher of death you’re gonna misinterpret this. And in the awe of neglect you’re gonna be disappointed yet. Cause the hallelujah threat is coming, the hallelujah threat is coming.. It’s coming. Hear the airplanes crash. Fear trembles the air. A shadow catches your eye. Tower churches rise blotting out the sun. Jesus Christ with a gun. Have you heard the news? The entrance of heaven has been broken into. I’m beginning to think this is not what you meant by save. This one knows threat.
3.
Is this a secure request line? Keeping all your secrets in a cloud for sale. Locking up your wishes in a bathroom jail. Is this a secure request line? Conscious applications at a record high. Requesting information from a friendly sky. Safe is where we keep the promise you asked us. Safe is where we sleep with the noblest of gases. Safe is where we keep the promise you asked us. Safely overhead flies our airplanes caskets. Seen. Sent. Checked. Listening. Don’t fret. We’re listening.. Through the heart of your camera With the microphone in your pocket. Gigabytes so alive with purpose. Data-blood smell making you nauseous. User error by designer. King Herod kissing babies on Calgary. User error by designer.
4.
Dead Dollars 03:37
Kindly lend your ears as we drape you with sounds from a soft and meaningless crafted buyer list. Designers creeping near with their private medicine. Praline adenosine, listen for the prod. Kindly lend your eyes as we wash you with sacrament from a possible source of meaning and force. Cause this vessel contours under a sentient sky and our quota is the gullet of the carnivorous pasture. Oil, oil dripping from your pockets. Pills, milk dropping from your pant legs. Tell us, tell us, the shapes of your masters. Missiles worship the song of dead dollars. Now, listen, listen, the payload igniting. Now, listen, listen, people are dying. Jesus Christ approaching with a baseball bat and you selling doves with dead dollar tax. Awww, those AK-47 eyes selling debt like it's food. This simulation of drowning is not torture. Your burning at the stake makes not a martyr. This gun to your head is a friendly handshake and the purpose of this announcement is not a mistake. Cause I am an AK-47 selling debt like it's food. The drones outside are a wedding present. You're future was doomed from the moment you met us. Now, naturally I'm thinkin that this looks like a homicide. There's blood on the ground and the video don't lie. So here's to wishing that you die(d) like an adult. Holla.
5.
I recently realized the doctor in me has decayed from the inside. I instantly devised it’s not up to me to rinse off To wake up your son from this comatic serotype So I did nothing. I’m voicing my prognosis; I hadn’t seen the heart Listen to your fur bleed; But now I cannot Aspect of animal, now grants us the cull A wolf stares out Empathy Program is missing from its directory. No dataset to intraspect all. You implement an infinite null. No dataset to intraspect all. You purposed this pure function so undefined.

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We have your face on the wire™
Donate your tongues, your whistles to the spires™
Look on holy structures pristine, parceled and sheened with money™
Money we owe your image, Money we ride into neat forests™
Money that blurs your frame underneath our Lexus™
Dollars don’t worry your precious hearts, you are more than the sum of your cents™
And these pennies know not who they praise unknowingly unknown, Amen™
But their words we own them and we give them to you freely, our Dear God of Money, hear me™

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released February 15, 2020

nick dejohn: drums
cory cooper: bass
israel haigler: guitar, keyboard, vocals
bo white: recording, mixing, official good guy
daniel shepherd: mastering

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