1. |
Blackened
03:36
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i’m scarred,
blackened and charred,
can i ever get over
the feeling
of looking past my shoulder?
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2. |
Metamorphosis
04:10
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claim my metamorphosis but
i never wanted to find what i want
always up to the same old tricks
i’m wiling the hours tracing witching hunts
you make me kneel at all great heights
carve me out
your bark pales next to unseen bites
terminate my doubt
your words sealed with poisoned kiss
oh, here in your arms we’re alone and as one
can’t get used to love like this
new family, don’t you know what i’ve done?
you make me kneel at all great heights
carve me out
your bark pales next to unseen bites
terminate my doubt
replace me
i owe you
you make me kneel at all great heights
carve me out
your bark pales next to unseen bites
terminate my doubt
your love like war leaves wounds to hide
hold together now
your speech became my alibi
a lexicon of vows
replace me
i owe you
claim my metamorphosis but
i never wanted to find what i want
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3. |
The Spiral
02:31
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clutching at your pearls
full of shock and awe
as pigment swirls around
you vomit in the next stall
apocryphal
apoplectic soul
hold it in
then give in to the spiral
foaming at the mouth
for a taste of new meat
walking in circles ‘cause you’re
caught in the conceit
sucked into a cyclone
plunge into a pinhole
bottle it up
then give in to the spiral
magic circle
folding in
on itself
give in to the spiral
give in to the spiral
give in to the cycle
give in to the spiral
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4. |
Underdog
03:21
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i still want to fight for the underdog
i still need to fight
when we all have left the station
i see racer’s eyes in dilation
writing the letters that you leave in frames
tracing lost raindrops on the windowpanes
sing a song, lull me to sleep
killed the thought six times this week
leave a light on, i need to see
half a shelter’s hard-won peace
i still clean the keys on typewriters
wish i liked the sting of whiskey
when the train derails on its passengers
i’ll mourn it until i’m dizzy
writing the letters that you leave in frames
tracing lost raindrops on the windowpanes
sing a song, lull me to sleep
killed the thought six times this week
leave a light on, i need to see
half a shelter’s hard-won peace
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5. |
Bleeds
01:50
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bleeding, receding back to the margins
leading a revolution out of frame
pixelate, unappreciate
who will pledge to remember their name?
blurry red rivers flooding the scene
grist for the mill creating tragedy
never content and howling all the same
the bloated belly belches in the beast
clung to the conduits for centuries
sequestered and sterile—a thought experiment
phoenix rising, exorcising
the ulcered stomach gurgles and bleeds
how did you think this would end?
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6. |
Martyrs
04:06
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what river flows deep as red?
some cells you escape, some you shed
totems dropped on paths i tread
i could never leave you for dead
no more them vs. us
i can’t concentrate all of this
no edges, you’re nebulous
i can’t calibrate all of this
wrapping martyrs as gifts
said “this will make you wise”
alone
suburban
global
open
no more them vs. us
i can’t concentrate all of this
no edges, you’re nebulous
i can’t calibrate all of this
wrapping martyrs as gifts
said “this will make you wise”
martyr, i wouldn’t really bother
if i were smarter, if i were harder
but i will swallow your pain
and be your plastic martyr
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7. |
Mosaic
02:34
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wax mosaic
with words prosaic
a half conversion
fully archaic
renascent through dusty books
with ink stains in the margins
twisting on their rusted hooks
it seems a cogent bargain
found rituals
residual
covering dirt
in painted jewels
renascent through dusty books
with ink stains in the margins
twisting on their rusted hooks
it seems a cogent bargain
whistle in the darkened mist
your victory is pyrrhic
you have ground it all to grist
it’s earnestly satiric
volcanic soil will persist
just like your ancient spirit
you see the hurdle in the midst
but how will you clear it?
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8. |
The One who comes After
01:29
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i had to ask
you are now cut in half
i swear the bigger part belongs to him
cover all this shit with laughter
so i can stand to be
the one who comes after
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