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a twisting of fate has bound the ill-described
well look out they've come to burn your witches down
with their screaming grey their omens wrath held on
and the claw that tore the feather from the plume that rose
with fumes with fumes with fumes with fumes

oh the carbon crescent skulls they finally spoke
of a passing ancient word erased from caves
in the future days they'll send the message home
and the everlasting painted hand will save us from
the craze the craze the craze the craze

present days have left in vain
with unseen ruins
that capture faded
drums the drums the drums the drum

oh the moose that crossed the road her infant shined
with her echoed boom of love that broke the sound
for the hawks of war their drums had been destroyed
and a thousand tongues that taste
the ruins the ruins the ruins the ruins

pyramid pyramid pyramid...

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from We Stand Tall, released June 19, 2020

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Baby Copperhead New York, New York

New York City-based performer, Baby Copperhead, is a banjo player & guitarist, and alchemist in electronics & oddball circuitry. WNYC calls him “the banjo visionary".

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