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The Assassin's Apprentice
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Folk
The Assassin's Apprentice was released on January 4, 1995 by True North Records as a part of the album The Assassin's Apprentice
album cover
Release DateJanuary 4, 1995
LabelTrue North Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM171

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephen Fearing
Stephen Fearing
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Fearing
Stephen Fearing
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Reely
Greg Reely
Engineer
Steve Berlin
Steve Berlin
Producer

Lyrics

Denial is a sickness, people get it like religion
A beacon in our bodies that we fly toward like pigeons
A curtain that we draw to keep us hidden
From the people we were yesterday
In this frame, in this figure, this space within my head
There's a man that lies in anger like a body in a bed
But I've been steering clear of myself
The ragged times and the emptiness I cannot fill
I got distance on my breath, a restless spirit in a bottle
I got scars under my boots where my soul steps on the throttle
And I'm sick from constant motion
With a lifetime of tomorrows in front of me
Most everybody knows this halo, this little ring of hell
All the questions that we won't ask ourselves
And the answers we won't tell
But in the margins of our lives, the long bookends of each day
Dreams fly like ravens as we see what we can't say
Denial is a sickness, people get it like religion
A beacon in our bodies that we fly toward like pigeons
A curtain that we draw to keep us hidden
From the people we were yesterday
I got distance on my breath, a restless spirit in a bottle
I got scars under my boots where my soul steps on the throttle
And I'm sick from constant motion
With a lifetime of tomorrows in front of me
Most everybody knows this halo, this little ring of hell
All the questions that we won't ask ourselves
And the answers we won't tell
But in the margins of our lives, the long bookends of each day
Dreams fly like ravens as we see what we can't say
And I've been living in a country where everybody's split in two
A state of limbo that divides us, what we feel from what we do
Where silence is a virtue
And motion is a child that's seen but never heard
Never heard
I wear my temper like a sheath, a spiral shell upon a snail
And the winds that twist within me fill my body like a sail
I'm colder than a pistol
And I'm triggered by the fugitives inside of me
Most everybody knows this halo, this little ring of hell
All the questions that we won't ask ourselves
And the answers we won't tell
But in the margins of our lives, the long bookends of each day
Dreams fly like ravens as we see what we can't say
We see what we can't say
We see what we can't say
Written by: Stephen Fearing
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