1. |
Bruise
02:11
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Left out
In the end
Angry, white
Seashells by the whore
Slipping on
My slug trail of lies
Angry, white
Pre-sale body bags
Choking on
My own botox rot
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2. |
Life Gets in the Way
03:41
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It got knighted in a school bus
Rock and boulder in the rag
Stumbling stalker in a white field
Tied a string around the bag
Grasping insufficient trust falls
Giant's eye was made of bread
Gasping "you deserve it plastic"
Growing deep inside your head
Future feels a bit like marble
Slipping veins into a shed
Cut your hair and they will follow
Mindless eyeing, vying, fled
All the towers
All the sheets
All the bodies
All the sheets
I'll go
Up there
Fading faster than a light cloud
Sees them all on the way down
Ripping tape and latex dayhood
Stitches slip into a frown
Galvanizing metal statues
Glimpse of freedom in the mud
Good to go into the vacuum
Gallow stockings in the flood
All the towers
All the sheets
All the bodies
Hanging by their (fucking) feet
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3. |
Albatross
02:02
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I made the bed of my opinions
Without any semblance of sentience
Severed wing drips drops along the window
Killing the Blind boy with a vengeance
Ooze across the desert in a white dress
Braid silk and stitch across your mouth
Cut the grass with metal innuendo
Stops heart with illusions of growth
I want it all of the time
I want it all of the time
I want it all of the time
I want it every time
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4. |
Electric Wastebasket
02:54
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Lust not lost
Pass the ache
Fade, fray
Last brigade
Fly, fall
Dripping out
Stay, claim
Cast it all away
A way to kill the young
Without catch or remorse
Repay, collate
Bodies in decay
Mow down rose bush
And swear that there were thorns
I fall, I scream
I shoot who I'm told
Clanking tanks and oxygen
Pulsing bulbs across the way
Sputtered words die in their throats
Draining what it means to pray
Passing fast the false avoid
Molten dolts cry out in pain
Crackling static in the air
Just can't seem to find a vein
Dying at play
The sky apologized for rain
Fall like eyes
Everywhere we ache and die
Electric wastebasket
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5. |
Dust of the Husk
01:49
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Unknown
I'm a mess, I'm undressed, I'm alive,
but I'm so cold
Take my pulse, break my nose, pinky toes,
make some new clones
Day of sin, bay of pigs, flaking skin
I am too old
Unknown
Melt in mist, look at this, break a fist,
breathing black mold
Dying bare, lying there, "it's not fair!",
plastic dog bone
Day of sin, bay of pigs, flaking skin,
I am too old
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6. |
Olive
02:54
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I don't know who I love
Till I take their eyes off
A lot to be proud of
Flesh hangs from the white dove
Dead
I can't think about it
Things I have a lot of
Steel birds in the attic
Eighteen years beside us
Wrench
I'll live
I'll live
I'll give
All of
I don't know who I love
In case laced with alcove
Minded to the out of
Binding tubes and pollen
It thinks it's a password
Flaking casts of plaster
Breaking bailiffs faster
Captured in a cast iron lung
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7. |
All the Ships at Sea
03:52
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Shattered pencils, charcoal blood is twofold
Muddied whiteout, dry mouth, cry and dump the tears in bags
Does it matter? Shattered? Crumpled paper ladders?
Scratched it all out, fallout, mazes on the backs of trout
Grinding through the gates
Nothing left to say
Crumpled in the flue
It eats its newborn wings
Pages feed the flame
Erasure murders blame
Crumpled in the flue
It eats its newborn wings
All the ships at sea
Seasick family
Stumbling on the decks
We're bent over the edge
Frostbite in the sun
Written one by one
Stumbling on the decks
We're bent over the edge
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