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Grow A Body, Die
02:33
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You ruined the sanctity of my pride display
Purity is forlorn, abysmal toward lore
Ignore the old forms or simply brush it under the rug
Bullied and sullied, the anger in element or earth itself
A heart forever cast on the ground
The forger of all things rote
The forager through all she wrote
Searching low and lower for offbeat frequencies
And unbeaten paths, shouts to dead polymaths
Unkempt parables, disheveled and terrible
Make it make sense to me
Make it make sense to me
Hand-pulled, ransomed, back-track, too soon
Hand-made, Manson, Help me, wind-strewn
The universe is mostly distance
This encryption is mostly disinterest
The universe is mostly distance
The signal was increasingly dissonant
Clever, never have I ever made a cavalcade of sores so unappealing, so unyielding an unwieldy interruption for unseen interlocutors, the penny pit its' cents against our sense and sensibilities
Yet my abilities rot, my ideas pulled dripping from a moat
See all these cracks, it's not a facade
I'm just choking, I'm just choking,
I'm still choking, I'm just choking
On words unspoken
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Decadence
02:38
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The coldest of feet leads to the coldest of feats
Left stranded at the altar of dead dogs
Polishing a skull, mending a rusty shovel
Studying the history through claw-marks and wind-blown hair clumps
Reclassification
This burden of truth turns the empty leash into a noose
Cut loose, askew and astray - the makings of a dog's grave
Deep and dirty, death seeped into our gnawed-bare bones
Recalcification
Recalcification
This burden of truth turns the empty leash into a noose
A fate in fury, choked-back barks, pandering til the very end
When he left all his toys out, wondering who the cap fit again
A sack and a shovel, this is the burden of proof
Your best friend's funeral
Your best friend's funeral
An absent collar, dirt-stained too
The makings of a dog's grave
An empty leash turned into a noose
Left stranded
Your best friend's funeral
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3. |
Survivor's Guilt
02:45
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The clutch of addiction lays heavy in my chest
An admission of guilt, swirled, tuned-out
I've been awake too long
I've been away too long
Caught in between, like trying to breathe
It's in my bones- the mask, the throne
How to be alone, in a dying world
How to see her dying, and just let go
How to see her dying, and just let go
The click in my teeth, frost in the marrow
I've never felt less alive, no one let's me live
Concessions for truancy, blown in a shot
No one let's me live
Concessions for truancy, blown in a shot
No one let's me live
And we, we Whisper through these wisps of smoke
And Had to forget
Our Whispers fell through the wisps of smoke
Had to forget
We whisper through these wisps of smoke
Had to forget
Our whispers fell through the wisps of smoke
Had to forget
Our whispers fell through these wisps of smoke
Too broken to
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4. |
Object A
02:55
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Someone hold my drink, I need to fight this guy for talking shit about my shirt
Unadulterated eyes rolled back, curl up and die, i brought snacks for everyone to enjoy
And i broke the door stop if you really need a reason to be mad at me
Let's buck the staff and go smoke joints out on the street
They parked our cars for us, the least we could do is party, oh what a treat!
Chinese food menu in frigid posturing with a flashbulb, hopefully you find your fifteen seconds
When i remember you, I want to test the load capacity of my closet rod
It Will definitely hold my weight, but can you carry this burden?
It's solid and well-built into the wall, just right for me to ruin the vibe
The pomp scene mores keep shifting, how could you possibly stay in touch
Becoming a ghost is harder than I ever thought
Unloaded war supplies, based on propaganda and attrition
Access to information stunted, all flights grounded until further notice
It's tragic how much traffic you see scrolling by, you see rolling by on a daily basis
Fighting over deeds to imaginary places
Subject to cancellation upon the arrival of the next fad
While still dealing with the departure of the last dad
We should've fired your mullet before it had the chance to quit
The pictures you take, or have, since you can't take a picture more than you capture light- there's a joke here but I can't, I can't seem to figure it out
Dust. Wind. Dude.
Don't try to feed me your spit again, especially not in front of all those people
You could have broken my hand when you kicked me for kicking you
I'm sure it looked cool and that's all that matters to you, isn't it?
That's all that matters to you isn't it?
That's all that matters to you isn't it?
That's all that matters to you isn't it?
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5. |
Made Flesh
04:36
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In the valley of decision to the mountain of praxis, remark upon the din
Usurping the apt, well-worn paths
Leave it the way you found it
Keep it like it was
Nobody loves a wise-ass.
Gloves.
Gloves.
Gloves.
No fucking monkey business without gloves.
Resplendently spiralling down to precipitate into nothing
Perspective is a ghetto
A state of atrophy deserves no trophy
Conciliation
Blacklisted, a consolation of swords
I want to reach out and grab back every word that left my mouth
as i let it, watching hope fall to the ground and bind just the same
Coalesce and coagulate
[It's] Sweet to the root, pulled tooth mistake
Cash is clay, fighting for survival
Cavil at me now, the syrup and the soil
Machetes sharpened in the toil
Mash the master's face with the very shovel chained to your brother,
Mash the master's face with the very shovel chained to your brother
I am [Cane/Cain]
Overtly tying a/the noose knot
Over the foot of the/a grave
All of these damaging illusions
Perhaps validation can/could wait
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A Skull, His Name
04:08
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Callous and clueless
my mind is a nuisance
why do I do this?
My bites are all toothless
Relentlessly ruthless
Uncouth, few more foolish
why do i do this?
Are these feelings the proof for this lust over truth?
Constantly obscuring, a heart not worth curing
Things eventually break down in the silence between sounds
How am I able to turn my back, it will never fill the lack
I can feel the future fading away in our freedom
The walling off of potential, disempowered hopeless endeavor
The dependency on a system that uses humans for fuel to grow in poisoned soil
Unfathomable hubris
Unfathomable hubris
Are these feelings the proof for this lust over truth?
Constantly obscuring, a heart not worth curing
Things eventually break down in the silence between sounds
How am I able to turn my back, it could never fill the lack
No matter what we do, we will fail
Salvage a preparation, sadness will prevail
I walk drowned by the tears to the graves of my fathers
Both men melted by the heat of duty and ego
This global experience is a bastard son's playground
Fetid stench of decay, it won't wash away
Living with what we've lost, living with what we've lost
Blinded by fear, i concede
Indifference- the very trait that makes angels weep
Blinded by self, i concede
This insolence will be my final plea
Blinded by fear, i concede
Indifference, the very trait that makes the angels weep
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