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STOLAS - ALLOMATERNAL (Full Album)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Allen Weiche
Jason Allen Weiche
Vocals
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Drums
Stolas
Stolas
Performer
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Guitar
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Allen Weiche
Jason Allen Weiche
Composer
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Carlo Alonso Marquez
Songwriter
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Sergio Eduardo Medina
Songwriter
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Randall Saxon Reynolds
Composer

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
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