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Meantime
04:48
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So slow, and in a weakened state
With shoulders breaking into grey
Culled chasm dines on the indirect
No wheel can spin a howl phase
In the meantime, under floorboards
The knock is sounded, they are not free
Stand still and breathing, perplexing rhythm
A horse was born, a fountain deep
Wipe the sweat from my working brow
Earned all I can, and never gained
Noticed young, that this was not for me
I’ve aimed for death, had half the prize
In the meantime, under floorboards
The knock is sounded, they are not free
Stand still and breathing, perplexing rhythms
A horse was born, a fountain deep
So complete
Lines are drawn
It’s up to me
Can she whisper, or is it always loud?
Neither worm, the knot, an efforted tile
Slip off into the inter-void
Rest deeper than all hallowed halls
In the meantime, under floorboards
The knock is sounded, they are not free
Stand still and breathing, perplexing rhythms
A horse is born, a fountain deep
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2. |
Emptying
04:13
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Hear the knocking, feel a pressure unrefined
Deterred by fading displays
Volume of insipid, zombies slaved to pace an instruction
It climbs in droves, based on century modes
A constant refraction, of useless egos
Open a cabinet, sort through jars of a mage
Your wrists are bound, and inundated
Fortune of denial, zombies slaved to pace and shove
Duty
Duty
It climbs in droves, based on century modes
A constant refraction, of useless egos
Reduce our spark, to die away, to die away, to die away
To die away
To die away
To die away
To die away
To die away
To die away
To die away
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3. |
New Skin
06:03
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New skin
Squat opal, done oval, harpoon in the fray
Had one shot, glancing the ward
Squid and dead whale, open discovery
Converse with what’s left of a barn
Strobing, reloading
Its chord wrapped in infinite lift
Light has been moved, by the jar, by the jar
Give it up for colonial craft
I’ve crept in her skin
Carried on undetected
Blend into last caravan
Her skull is a fist
Like a meal, like a meal
I’ll move on in her footprints
Is my cobra clone over? My shoes in the way?
At once shot, glanced with what is poured
The living has needs, I pinned up this covering
Rehearse with the theft of the warm
Crobing, encoding
It’s chord wrapped in decorative shifts
Light will be moved, by the star, by the star
Give up on custodial traps
I’ve crept in her skin
Carried on undetected
Blend into lost caravan
Her skull is a fit
Like a meal, like a meal
I’ll move on in her footprints
No
Increased inside
A miracle of vines
Inept, incapable of swimming out
Invading eye
Dawn breaks like it never has
Equipping me with endless sorrow
I’ve crept in her skin
Carried on undetected
Blend into last caravan
Her skull is a fit
Like a meal, like a meal
I’ll move on in her footprints
By a toggle, does squabble, had an in, in osprey
Had one shot, glamming the word
Trim and scheduled, tanker of dusting
Confessed, what’s left of your charm
Cold as the fall passed
Its chord wrapped in elegant white
Light will be moved, by the mar, by the mar
Given up on my dismal crane casts
I’ve crept in her skin
Carried on undetected
Blend into last caravan
Her skull is a fit
Like a meal, like a meal
I’ll move on in her footprints
Footprints!
It looks like a painting no one attended
It looks like a painting
We’ll be back
We’ll be back
We’ll be back
We’ll be back
In her skin
In her skin
Nude
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4. |
The Easel
11:02
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Cattered tempest, callous seamstress, born to walk a line
It’s been laid out for all eyes
And from that point, we’re thrust alone into a porch
Dealt a boring handle to retry
Grand for open soothes
Hung on the hook of ever truth
The hook
The dull report depicts a glue unstagged
Vile, reborn, uneven
The painter answers, and never falters
His easel drenched in wine
His easel drenched in wine!
She sits shyly posing for a portrait of her end
His skill untouched by all or most
He notes the jasper beetles gnawing on her eyes
Her hair undone by the unfair hand of chimes
Unfair hand of chimes
Rear
The echo
Forever
The dull reports depicts a glue unstagged
Vile, reborn, uneven
The painter answers, and never faulters
His easel drenched in wine!
His easel drenched in wine!
His easel drenched in wine
Breath in my water, and please just die
Give it all over to us
Reset the locks, and deliver us all to a metric divine and profane
Historic destruction of human emotion, I’ll cast you all to the clay
Iron default and dismay
Close faults, erratic display
Counted on rocks that distort
All over again and again
Penultimate legion of unnumbered reeling, uphold the shape of the strand
Obsequious flocks, degenerates’ clocks, subservient docks of her plan
Iron default and dismay
Close faults, erratic display
Counted on rocks that distort
All over again and again
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5. |
Recharge
02:27
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And letters in fog, regarded
The decorative fall of a hand
Completion of art and descension
Changing the fortunes of lands
Recharge the pit of attention
Whipping chorus of woe
Leave the landscape in tatters
For all those left in control
Full cabin at odds, deleted
Crane lifts at the corner, and sands
Dead prophets denied, and obstructed
Changing the future to send
Recharge!
Recharge the pit of attention
Whipping chorus of woe
Leave the landscape in tatters
For all those left in control
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6. |
Hold
06:38
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Impossible features, snaked and woven in wood
I agreed to nefarious plans
We’ll bring a standard, created in crowel
A shoulder to saddle for ownership
For ownership
Contentious witch hunt, evening coated in Cain
Wicker winding like unfair braids
I’ll force a standard, engage with the growth
A shimmer, a gleam for ownership
Interlocking creatures dying, posed in decay
I consume them, from their very graves
Wall
All
More
Wading out into empty waves, schedule of days to gray
Wading out into empty waves, all of the days to gray
All
All
All
Old
Hold!
I need to act!
This feeling is drained
I need to act!
Distinct and deshelled
I need to act!
New
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7. |
At What Point It Begins
07:40
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Brittle canyon, interaction, doornails lead away
To hold black stutter in chaos chute
A flood devolved
Obstruct parades
Leave, and orchestrate
With ready bloom
I rip my thicket, turn the moon knit, great as pleasure’s dust
Peruse the bindings, feel the deadest and read up
A carriage bag of bones, deloused in chomicas
Beast of torrents, towned in floods
A flood devolved
Obstruct parades
Leave, and orchestrate
With ready bloom
Dissect
Cut threads and ligaments
Neglect
All vapors, with mist I shall dance
Explain
A movement to a sow
A rumor
Was set out as creed
Was it alive for me?
Was it alive for me?
Was it alive for me?
Was it alive for me”?
Dissect
Cut threads and ligaments
Neglect
All vapors, with mist I shall dance
Explain
A movement to a sow
A rumor
Was set out as creed
Crawl despondent, and electric
Against the well, give up your precious skin
Crawl despondent, and electric
Against the well, give up your precious skin
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8. |
My Home
06:28
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Weave between the trees with motivation, to glance upon this property is all
I can smell where I had exited, from these branches I can see my form
Sneak up the tree, reenter my body, my shell now walking back into my home
I remember the halls
Each room, each window
I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss
And our children, they are shaken by the loss
You wake slightly, doubting my touch
Staring at photos with peace, I could reconvene
Reconvene the meaning, the battle
And die again, for spite
No one cherished me in life, I will now block out the light
I remember the halls
Each room, each window
I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss
And our children, they are shaken by the loss
You wake slightly, doubting my touch
I remember the halls
Each room, each window
I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss
And our children, they are shaken by the loss
You wake slightly, doubting my touch
I remember the halls
Each room, each window
I see you sleeping there, I need a kiss
And our children, they are shaken by the loss
You wake slightly, doubting my touch
Should I die again?
Repeat the cycle?
Make the wound forever open?
Should I die again?
Repeat the cycle?
Make the wound forever open?
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