Hexes & Prayers

HEXES & PRAYERS (TRACK COMING SOON!) 

(Link To Phase 1 Of Our Scratch Track After Being recorded On October 23rd & then terribly mixed the 24th.)

lol A newer and far better version soon to come. 


https://soundcloud.com/user-622729952/first_practice_demo_mix_jam

Written by Liz Lund
Performed by Lyra Daydream & Liz Lund

(October 23rd 2018)

HEXES and PRAYERS

A day too short for hexes
A day to0 tall for prayers 
A day too short for hexes
A day to0 tall for prayers

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What now, what now
They look, they look
and then, and then
words cut

A pause to a promise
unanswered-all silent
What can be said
There is no dawn 

It could, It could,
could have been said
Ashes remain,
for my sadness to spread

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Velvet red pouch,
blood soaked dread,
what now, what now,
what happens now?

Lips like grinders,
3 tongues that spin
The fangs come out,
and the spikes sink in

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A day too short for hexes
A day to tall for prayers 
A day too short for hexes 
A day to tall for prayers

Lips like grinders,
3 tongues that spin
The fangs come out,
and the spikes sink in

........................................

A day too short for hexes
A day too tall for prayers
A day too short for hexes
A day too tall for prayers

........................................

Lips like grinders,
3 tongues that spin
The fangs come out,
and the spikes sink in

What now, what now
They look, they look
and then, and then
words cut

........................................

It could, It could,
could have been said
Ashes remain,
for my sadness to spread

Lips like grinders,
3 tongues that spin
The fangs come out,
and the spikes sink in

........................................

A day too short for hexes
A day too tall for prayers
A day too short for hexes
A day too tall for prayers

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(Pause)

No further down this road 
No distance shall I go
To uncover grave horrors
that one should never know

Apple Eyes

Apple seeds and cyanide

open wide my love, it's fine

It's now time to say goodnight,

and everything's alright

In the earth there was a tree

softly smiled and sang to me

fed me apples patiently

"young one the seeds are good for thee"

Belladonna in the air

sweetly sleeping

cleansed with care

My delight, it seems unfair

A beauty you are a bird, ensnared

Gaze upon your apple eyes

Green just like this shade of night

Move no more and bathe in light

Too lovely to feel will to fight

Gasping green & coughing red

There's no evil in this bed dear

I shall feed you monkshood bread

To cure the devil in your head

wolfsbane soup & foxglove eyes

stroke your hair 

Look to green skies dear

Have no fear, I'll tell you why

Lovely you are, too young to die 

The Meadow

Lying in the meadow,
fighting somewhere past the sea
chopping in the meadow
bludgeoning everyone I see

This is the way we are,
the way we've been
& always will be
This is a passing point
River anoint
the prowling switch fiend
I am my mother's son
Inside the womb
my father has won
I am the lasting voice
the rite of choice,
great village of blood

In the thicket
of our cavernous reign
I see a pattern
Fond memory of pain

Lying in the meadow
eating somewhere past the sea
watching in the meadow
butchering anyone I see

In the thicket
of our cavernous reign
I see a pattern
an image of grain

A way to waste your sight
Who tore the cloud
in blood covered drops
the senses start to bend
it all will end
What is that dark blotch?
I've faded out all black
What happened here,
and when, I know not
The pleasured clarity,
the rarity
of licking blood spots

In the thicket.
injury I feign
All in timing
Your loss is my gain

Lying in the meadow
Fighting there outside the sea
Burning in the meadow
On fire everyone I see

It is for He...

The Man Plant

I wonder what this is growing?
It seems to live here
It exhibits intelligent features.

Here in my arm.
Here in my arm,
it lives still.

Under the skin
Under the skin
It travels with vine like tentacles
and slips its way
right into my skull

to eat my thoughts
to eat my thoughts

It's witchcraft, isn't it?
As they'd say
in the stained glass house
where the Christians lay

I wonder how it's doing there
There in my skull
There in my skull
It grows old
And it's been years
and I only know that it's


eating my thoughts.
eating my thoughts.

I ask again and again and again...

Bend down to reach over the bridge
And look to the water below my friend
So that you'll be grown
that you'll be grown

a specimen full
crushing me slowly
emerald green and
inside my skull
inside my skull

It eats my thoughts.