Stolas - "Allomaternal"

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Stolas - "Allomaternal"
"Allomaternal" out November 7th, 2014 via Blue Swan Records.


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Jason Weiche - Guitar/Vocals
RJ Reynolds - Bass
Sergio Medina - Guitar
Carlo Marquez - Drums/Vocals

Blue Swan Records © 2014

LYRICS:
Be brave. We will set them free
through love, blood, branches.
Heaven awaits in a home we just left.

Return the beating heart
Feathers into the wind
Find the absolute function
Its natural rhythm
Set them free

We have to take
The sky is an ocean
Diving in, Diving into
roots passing up time

We're told
nature is a story,
collision of events
grouped like constellations
traced by the movement in your wrist

Finding more wisdom in a lie
truths we all miss
mystical fevers drift through the mist
a faded empty wish
believing in our bodies
convinced somewhere was a glitch

Be brave
What if her blood could dull the arrow?
We will set them free.

Be brave
Heaven awaits in a home we just left

When the morning breathes,
you’ll breathe with it in mercy.

An open-ended craft
burning like a witch
They all favored the stories,
never saw it for what it is

We're told
nature is a story
collision of events
grouped like constellations
traced by the movement in your wrist

Finding more wisdom in a lie
truths we all miss
mystical fevers drift through the mist
a faded empty wish
believing in our bodies
convinced somewhere was a glitch

consistence in silence
a good samaritan
an air we’ve never felt

Out in the distance
I often witness
violence in animals.
It’s defined as the latest,
an easy ambition
a fever so vicious.
Take a bow before they fall.

I will hold you by your frame
could have buried everything
The Eye is unblinking.
open. shut. perfection.
That's why the breathing stopped
you fear the living clock.

The eyes follow doubt
The eyes hollow out
before they empty through the mouth.

Will the soul be weighed?
Does a journey await?
The more time spent dreaming,
the less I feel awake.

Narrow spines we hold against
evenings we build fires in.
Please, keep it buried in the mist.
Mend all the awkward ends,
find the peace
that we miss
buried in the mist