1. |
Sunder
02:41
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Collectively pulling inwards.
Self induced limbo.
fugue state.
It's dead in my arms.
Rot ravages it down to the bone
Sundering every grin.
Split down the middle.
Cant stand when i'm split down the middle.
One legged halves doing handstands, when i'm split down the middle.
Guts are confetti, when i'm split down the middle.
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2. |
Dead Moon
06:47
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Dead moon licks old wounds for me
stays floating
buzzing, toxic.
derivative, False.
You're my favorite Crater.
buzzing, Toxic
buzzing, Toxic
buzzing, Toxic
Deceased as we are , we'll bear witness
i want to see this.
There's not a soul here.
Dead moon licks old wounds for me
grounded.
shattered, alone
accepting, grieving
Buzzing, Toxic
Buzzing.
Toxic.
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3. |
People In The Walls
07:23
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Their melancholy vexes itself into my pores
It satiates every parasite.
contemplating anything.
A cause For Concern.
Days on 2 inch leashes
I don't even notice the leeches.
I'll take it a day at a time.
Otherworldly Advice puzzles the ill.
Seraphic fucking lies.
rendering myself useless is a skill, that i am familiarly acquainted with.
neglected realities
never fail
to crawl back
People in the walls.
my sky's are black.
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4. |
Wrang
06:43
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Wring the Last Breathe out of a frail body
and stare into it's cold dead eyes
and kiss the crystalline fruit flies.
Beg for a collision
beg for the world to go still
If i clench my teeth hard enough, maybe It Will
Drag me Across shattered glass pillowcases and stick two meat hooks in my nose.
wring wrang wring wrang
wring wrang wring wrang
wring wrang wring wrang
oh you make me crave moldy bricks
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5. |
Cauterize
04:08
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6. |
-
06:28
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Prolonged isolation , seems far too good to be true.
i'm never really alone either way
Your overwhelming despondency
curdles my blood.
Kill a wish.
i lay dead on the sheets
Your skins all see through now
We stuttered through our last few hours.
nothing can make this right.
Dilapidated homes , where all our favorite antiques decay
nothing can make this right
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7. |
Turmeric
04:42
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I Taste turmeric
twisted up in a liars spit
handymen fix up breakfast
split into me
further correlations between life and death broaden my shoulders
lashes equal above solemn eyes
and
flutter above
mothers heart
turmeric
turmeric for flavor
eventually ill get so formless and distant
ill talk to old friends who know my new friends
and speak to them about my new friends like i have some sort of authority on how they're doing
when i haven't spoken to them in months
and slowly and surely the walls of this old dusty house will encase me and prolong my inevitable disintegration
turmeric
turmeric for flavor
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8. |
Fin.
07:16
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Still in a trance these days.
dimly lit nights drowning in gravel, beat a few paradoxes into me.
maybe i'll enjoy it this time, i might just have fun.
Death rings out like the wails of summer.
Boundless.
Death runs up and down the catwalk.
Apathy sips on my blood bag.
Those old cardboard boxes dripping with residual love.
Stale and dried out now.
Wasting away in a place i could've kinda called home.
Paper mache Tubing runs where my veins used to be.
Sterilizing every memory.
Night Sky's Dying on rusty swing sets.
A new Deliriant.
peace of mind
A new Deliriant
Peace of mind.
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9. |
Light Switch-Skin
04:49
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Flipped a kitchen light switch
got a cockroach on my hand.
flipped a kitchen light switch
had to amputate my legs
ashes on Spanish tiles
tooth picks in pupils
I'm Fucking Vanishing
If I'm Not
i'll just i'm Not
I am Truly cocooned in other peoples skin
and i cant stand my own skin rippling and growing over my hair
i have multiple scalps now
i am entwined with every single memory
i am tangled up in webs of veins
i have a little piece of every single miniature hell festering inside me
its time to go
its time to go
please just let me go
please
please
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They Burned Down The Houses
They Battered The Sleeping Babes
The Women Were Thrown Onto Flesh Colored Mud
The Ceaseless Marching Of the pale folk never stopped
transcendental feet pounding on deep blue sand
The Village was now embers which tangled themselves into blasphemy
the pale folk wandered into old homes
where silicone children slept
whispered them into a nights trance
falling down the ashen dead sun in the center of their cigarettes
blah blah blah words blah blah blah words
here's some fucking words
fucking words
fester your sorrow upon my words
eat my words
words
words
blah blah blah words
you love these words
oh these words warm up your hearts
fuck you.
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12. |
Moss
06:26
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Barely warm showers, the dread and the decaying hours
spent
climbing
towers of matchsticks.
I can swallow my own stage lights and slice up my hands
but the moss wont swallow me up.
I choked the life outta my promises
Mandatory opportunities.
static.
You can take my hand and skin it
you may take my hand and skin it
you have to take my hand and skin it.
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13. |
Residence
05:07
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Compartments, stacked neatly in the hive.
No windows necessary, the world outsides too bulimic.
I hear your pleas.
You disassemble mine.
Fresh coating, living paint.
A toothpick's not enough
there's hourglasses between your teeth.
Pull the glass out the roof of your mouth.
glue it to walls and we'll birth a window out.
Take a moment to drown in this residence.
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14. |
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Is this what it feels like to love someone who died
a long time ago
is what they said to me
that's what they said to me
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15. |
Painter
07:27
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It looks back, It Looks through every single one of me.
painter left it there, under transparent debris.
He has a nausea inducing glance.
Lines formed by a lunatic danced along the black canvas.
A horrific expanse.
Couldn't count all the faces
I know they're looking back, disembodied and secular.
I've been embalming myself since i crawled away.
days die to apathy
weeks die to apathy
Now everyone's gone
Empty houses
so many Empty houses
Empty houses.
Disengaging with reality,gutting everything and welcoming complacency.
Seems to be all that's left for me.
Doesn't matter much now.
Paint's dripping from the roof,he burnt all his canvas.
Painter never went home.
This haze is blind and boundless.
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16. |
Lobotomy Song
01:36
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17. |
Home Town
03:44
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Naked Red Brick
Crow's Pecking At my windowsill
Covered in pulsating dust from a stranger time.
My Floating Left Arm Drags The Rest of my motionless body.
Hometown Grass, Caked in Blood
Hometown Grass, Caked in Lipstick
Hometown
hometown
It Never Ends
it never ever
ends
it never ends
it never ends
it never ends
it never ends
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18. |
Morning Fog
04:29
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The Mist Was Off This Morning
It Was Pungent and vibrating
filled with buzzing neon blue locusts
impaling themselves on the dark misty fibers
a quivering heart beats within the mist
spilling its last drops.
The Mist Wasnt Right This Morning
it was a pulsing crimson haze
i felt it boring into my heart
and you began making sense
morning coffee and eggs and whispering to a child
a child that ran away centuries ago
leaving you and me and the stone people to watch
the ceaseless fileting of the heart in the mist.
Echoing my previous statement about the death of all love
echoing my previous statement about why i decided to drag him into the murky black lake
while the crimson mist pierced into my fingertips
grandiose isn't it
this uncanny mist
haze take us away
haze take us away
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The Blind Children Stared At Me Like my world was encased in love bubbles
you can fetishise it all you want
its not lovely
the blind children whisper me into a household half filled with two junkies with a fetus floating in their ancient box t.v
i can see the end floating on their bicep
yet they stare me into a kerosene lamp smelling trance where i huff pieces of their livers as i float away
i never belonged entranced
i cant do it , the tasteless end rends its nails into my pale grey scalp
i am a portrait of a taxidermy swallow
i am a portrait of something truly hollow
rend away
tear it away
rend it all away
pale translucent watchers peer through our windows
the kind that disappear
pale translucent joy in a laundry basket
filled with the poison from last week
the pale blind children
cull into me
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20. |
Toy Box 1
02:00
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21. |
Toy Box 2
01:32
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22. |
Top Man
05:53
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He makes me uneasy
spinning pathetically
a slow benevolent idiot
simply a head an old leathery head on a needle
a slightly crooked needle
but oh he spun he spun fast, pointlessly
its as if he had purpose
just a wretched dumb spirit
too unpleasant to entertain
a
child.
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