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Ballagarraidh

from The Rough and Real by Christophee

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Home, a familiar tone.

Empty sounds, ghosts of everything you've known.


Walk as straight as you can, but you can't see through this fog.

Stumble through with your hands, but you can't feel or understand.

Where are we now? What have we done?

With these hands, these eyes, a familiar Son.


Home, a familiar tone.

Empty sounds, ghosts of everything you've known.


And the air doesn't fill up,

Your lungs can't breath in as you run

From what's pulling you under the precipice.

Heads are shaking,

the cold tongues forsake Him,

And all of His friends stand helpless as witnesses.

As the fog clears, the heads are still shaking, the tongues stand mistaken with inhuman recklessness, and the Son burns through all of reality.

Perfect and pure what was tainted and poisonous.

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from The Rough and Real, released May 9, 2019

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