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Awake from resting life
he says
I can’t feel nothing
When Faced with birth or death
there’s no
need for suffering
When its your time there’s no
cheating or bluffing
You say,
Oh, wake me when the morning comes

Breath and blood grow cold
it lasts forever
clocks stop still on walls
as soul is severed
sweet sleep, perchance to dream
unending beauty
that says
Oh, wake me when the morning comes

Who will be the first
To taste that place sublime
Of which we have heard
Lies on the other side

The rose is plucked for love
and stands for yearning
Carnations only bloom
in times of mourning
What kiss, sweetest breath
a taste discerning
that says
Oh, wake me when the morning comes

Lay down
In sleep interred

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from Book of Dead, released 10 May 2011

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Mixed by legendary Seattle producer Jack Endino (Nirvana, High on Fire) and building on influences such as The Melvins, ... more Tool, High on Fire and King Crimson, “Book of Dead” melds the creativity and spontaneity of Madam Trashy's Williamsburg base with the raw power of the early 1990’s Seattle scene. less

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