1. |
Lungs
07:03
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Breathing the blade
The blackened air
Extending striae mark your burgeoning
You wear your antipathy like a king wears his crown
Silver lungs sat on your shoulders
You're growing older
Your life gets smaller
You're spilling over
Watch it rot
Sucking in air like you don't give a shit about the welt in the sky and the death that you disavow
All the high hopes that tried to manifest somehow
Are lost in your lungs
Lost in your lungs
You're clothed in your euphoric veil
I'm trying to make life in some other way
Watch as these hands wrap tight around your neck
What is it you bleed for?
Repetition of an episodic play
Clapping hands and smiling like there's no hell to pay
All the actors are dead, director's been lapidated
Go ahead and bow
I'm losing my sympathy
Day by day
Fusing faces
You're growing older
Your life gets smaller
You're spilling over
Watch it rot
Sucking in air like you don't give a shit about the welt in the sky and the death that you disavow
All the high hopes that tried to manifest somehow
Are lost in your lungs
Lost in your lungs
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2. |
Giver
04:30
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Hope is a stain in a broken mirror
So ignore everything
Let your head lie
Fistfuls of prayers won't undo anything out here
They curl back to the womb
I'm not a
Vessel
Symbol
An Angel
In Satan
Giver
Taken
Woman
Woman with no name
No self to take away
The other, the mother
So I turn away
Back to the...
Hope is a stain in a broken mirror
So ignore everything
Let your head lie
Fistfuls of prayers won't undo anything out here
They curl back to the womb
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3. |
In Waves
05:31
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Like light and sound
We oscillate
In waves
Crashing over, crashing into the dark
In waves
I sail by all these figures while eradication blooms
Not held down by what hinders all life
Free from the somatic self
Crashing over, crashing into the dark
In waves
Nothing perforates
Crushing life
Healing
Healing
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4. |
Catherine Wheel
05:29
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Divine son
I love you like a car without breaks loves a wall
Body wide open
Inevitable and crushing
You leave me in ribbons, hanging off trees
Do whatever you want with whatever is left
And my will is yours
All I know is true
Is hanging by a thread I've tied to you
You're facing away
Biting your tongue
You leave me in ribbons, hanging off trees
Do whatever you want with whatever is left
And my will is yours
All I am
Is what you want me to be
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