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Davos
02:33
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You forgot your dignity when you walked off to better things, or what they're calling it these days.
A heart that's fresh and beating is all that you need, though you don't know it yet, and I still grapple with that. I find contentment within tragedy, where we're the purest beings and goodness has meaning.
Under anedhonia, forgetting by the ounce
She grieves her inner child, burning with the house
Blinded (haunted) by selfish intent, crisis act the way to a favorable end.
Blinded (rotted) by selfish intent, crisis act the way to a favorable end.
Put on that face so disarming.
The faithful all are praying and they're paying by the mile,
A venerated gospel:
Service with a smile.
They're building Nirvana on a black star in the sky,
From cheap seats at the opera, their children wave good-bye.
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2. |
We Have The Answer
01:57
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I have a reaction for every occasion
I can pick apart what's right from what isn't
Look to the past and collect that this won't bode well for us.
In the face of grief: find numbness, or succumb to it.
I'm in worse shape out here than I realized
All of a sudden, I feel my size.
Walking these old streets after dark, I never see it coming. I mourn every summer. Familiar haunts, comforts lost, memories embalmed. Life is repeated loss.
A bullet pearls in my mind
A burning car, a body inside
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Pando
03:00
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Awake for long hours, a humming persists
Cauterizing feelings, digging with both wrists
I'm gonna break a sweat and throw a fit tonight.
Put on another show of vulnerability,
I know you're gutted where the meat should be.
Co-opt my existence, call it empathy.
I've gotta stop talking to brick walls like they'll give back.
In heaven is everyone honest?
Dead-eyed and looming,
Through misanthropic fits
Lurid, rife with entrails
A daytime-T.V. fix
Biting, like your tone
until my nails are short
as my temper
This rage the world has gradually instilled in me
40,000 stray trees cry out,
Clones in code and mantra
The anti-tantric affect arbor
Taking root in the patriot's prayer:
The good lord returned to the world
On the right might of machines
A dull hum pouring over everything.
The cannibals are clergy
In a cybernetic rite of spring.
Nothing lost, nothing gained,
No blaspheme on the chance of rain,
No Dionysian hues,
No panic buying I'm grey too.
No bleeding hearts or welfare brats,
A turing-tested world of tact.
A holy fungus ever-spreads,
Two become one, end over end.
Pando, I Spread
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4. |
Glass So Clear
02:11
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Waves roll over, salt permeates your wounds
Who said recovery would be comfortable?
Run out of room and finish that line another time, you taper off
Our bodies without organs, inanimated corpse
Microplastic entrails, stations of the cross
Our bodies launder empathy and loss.
Can't see the stars when I look up,
But they're there, or they're not
Whether I find understanding or stall halfway to,
like humans do, stuck on half truths.
Our bodies without organs, inanimated corpse
Microplastic entrails, stations of the cross
Our bodies launder empathy and loss.
Banging heads on the steering wheel
Can't sleep it off this time.
Dispatch an ambulance or whatever it takes to feel like you did something.
Our side has to win
Don't go, stay with me
Our side has to win
Don't go, stay with me
There has to be more than these social niceties
and depleting intellectuality through a screen
Glass so clear that you can't see the difference
I wanna lose sight of me, you don't have to know if I'm here.
Glass so clear that you can't see the difference
I wanna lose sight of me, you don't have to know
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5. |
Certain Distance
04:09
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What is this impersonal plea?
I know who I am in a pinch.
I by design shatter, untwine
I stumble back and fall out again
On my own
On my own
On my own
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Give me the world
and I'll let it slip through my fingers again
for the sake of nostalgia
Old friends check in
Forget why their voices sound like feedback
Get around
Connect the dots
We weren't drawing out the same puzzle
Try to make sense
Better unsaid
Gone dizzy with self-pity and malice
Stagnant, bored stability
Now you are where you're supposed to be
Are you where you're supposed to be?
When you talk, can't make out anything
Static voice speaks to static me,
Static me
Give me the world
and I'll let it slip through my fingers again
for the sake of nostalgia
Old friends check in
Forget why their voices sound like feedback
Get around
Connect the dots
We weren't drawing out the same puzzle
Try to make sense
Better unsaid
Gone dizzy with self-pity and malice
This is how I keep the wolves at bay
I'm sorry that it had to be
You or me
You or me
This is how I keep the wolves at bay
I'm sorry that it had to be
But it had to be
I'll see you out
For the last time
No recourse now
I don't know why
Stagnant, bored stability
Now you are where you're supposed to be
You are where you're supposed to be
When you talk, can't make out anything
Static voice speaks to static me
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What's love but adrenaline? I'm afflicted with limerence.
My paranoid heart breaks every day by my own hand.
I've never known love like I feel for the potential you have.
I've never known you and I won't until these fantasies collapse
in on themselves and I'm all but forced to adapt or fall back.
Bid adieu on morning stars,
Amnesia-addled in fits and starts
Oroboro and myriad parts
Can't separate the dirt from scars
The papier-mache pulls apart
My notes all thrum out in the dark
The dead girl's march, a carrion call
I beg them tell me It's not her fault
I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.
I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.
I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.
I feel the thunder gathering now. If I leave, hopefully it will leave with me.
I never minded the rain.
The weight of emotion could ravage this
Will forces beyond turn water to blood
And smite us with plague, as they often do?
Is it a matter of fate or luck?
Is there hope to hold out for?
When I was a child, my mother took me on a walk to the end of the block
The sun was high and hot
I dug in the dirt, I drew tears at the plight of a worm
And like that, twenty-two years passed
Now I wonder how to grieve all the ways I used to be.
Now I live with the guilt.
Now she lives with the guilt.
She lives.
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I've had practice going prone,
Wore my wrist down to the bone
Perhaps you never felt the same way
What once was us I just imagined
Chartered courses on second thoughts,
Come apart on the rocks
Broken trust, a shattered worldview
The remnants of me, disillusioned
A part of me, a part of you
Scarred lines of dust
A part of you, a part of me
Across vacant rooms
Never I never
Never You never
I hated writing, I changed my hands
I gave my goodness another chance
I'm keeping quiet to fall asleep,
In dreams I believe everything
I wake in anguish at every dawn
And seek relief from withdrawing arms
Can habits break if they're all you know?
Entrapped in limbo in these cycles
I'm grieving forwards in fits and starts,
The wanton waste of a morbid heart
Spinning dials, my favorite part
Interference I pull apart
A part of me, a part of you
Scarred lines of dust
A part of you, a part of me
Across vacant rooms
A part of me, a part of you
Doorposts that mark
A part of you, a part of me
(What) we used to be
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9. |
Looming
02:20
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Sat out, waited to thaw, melted down the grate again.
Ask and you shall receive penance, but it's insincere.
I'm looming, I'm flaying,
I'm hemorrhaging my time.
No point of reference,
The gospel of a rhizome.
I'm bleeding, I'm flailing
My words all want for knives.
A polyp sprouts a flower
I nurse it with my mouth.
Soaked in it so suck it out like a snake bit.
Pus in the blood, but I couldn't taste it.
That's the nature of a relationship:
Set sail, crash, then you're finished.
I can't bear to see the end.
I can't bear to see the end.
I'm looming, I'm flaying,
I'm hemorrhaging my time.
I'm bleeding, flailing,
My words all want for knives.
Close my eyes and count to seven
All of us will meet in heaven.
My mother promised.
I'm looming, I'm flaying,
Hemorrhaged all my time.
No point of reference,
The gospel of a rhizome.
Bleeding, flailing
My words all want for knives.
A polyp sprouts a flower,
I nurse it with my mouth.
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10. |
Heat Death Parade
03:32
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lost without a sense of time,
we resign to our own minds
each moment passed, we arrive,
cessation, the next life.
MASQUERADE
NO NAME
NO FACE
HEAT DEATH PARADE
MASS GRAVE
NO YEAR
NO NAME
ALL CELLS DECAY
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11. |
All Of The Pieces Break
03:00
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Life is illusion of choice
Delusions of reference
Spoken in weightless voices
It means nothing
I can't see another way out of this
At least it's of my own volition.
I need grief to feel like I'm in control
Cold steel ushers me out to the killing fields
Everything burns, eaten by worms
Old for my age, calloused and grey
Everything burns, eaten by worms
Fear of forgetting, anachronist age
Men telling lies while the sea levels rise
Eyes glowing red, severed heads
There is money to spend
Fed by the pain, coronate
We are wasting away
I am not a free man.
Fixed fates, a nation's grace,
I am not a free man.
determines where I stand.
I don't know you from I anymore.
Pick up the pieces that break on the floor
I don't know us from them anymore
Making the peace, we appease and abort.
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