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What calms and terrors my sorrow brings me
As our film runs to black, I can feel you fading into voids
And my elastic sculpted mind wanders endless galaxies
So let the curtain crack on a moment I once enjoyed
What calms and terrors my sorrow brings me
When our tourniquet snapped under premature frost-bitten wings
Perish honey seeps through turquoise joy and hollow time
To shut a dream in the coils of forlorn ice and brine
With a smirk full of grief, I say it:
"Goodbye."
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Cadavers clawing through the muds of grace. Ephemeral story, we're chanting of pace. And as we stumble on shadows porcelain, we're the catalyst for the void forbidden.
(This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a napalm strike. (This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a brand new slate.
Rotten ether, love wanes across the folly of my brow. Dirt and laughter, to athwart this wretched bow. And as so I linger with the volcanic nature of the hush. Volcanic existence, awareness of the crush.
(This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a napalm strike. (This) world needs a new plague. (This) world needs a new death. (This) world needs a brand new slate.
(Fuck you. Worm fate. Fuck you.
I know we will, we'll freeze the nuclear winter.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. We're all gonna die now.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. We're all gonna die.)
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Death To Eardrums
00:39
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It's not funny
You're wasting time
It's not funny
You're out of line
It's not funny
You're wasting time
It's not funny
You're out of line
I'd slit your throat
gouge your eyes
but I'm too busy working over time.
There will be blood.
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Moths in a River
03:24
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I am a world without a view
I shatter tracheas, I drag the sun
Blood red sacrificial lamb, into the streets I run
I am the undead becoming.
Finding solace in stones, amidst steel trees rot.
Hidden cocoon daylight, beautiful dream I'm not.
And when the chamber cried forlorn and the cage rattled backwards...the cenotaph broke and I ran faster and faster.
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Black hydrangea dreams are what you gave to me
Yet still you laugh, yet still I scream
Silent infatuation
Caress me
The mirror abates and then it taunts
Black hydrangea dreams are what you gave to me
Yet still you laugh and my rush streams
Angels rot the moonlight
Embrace me
Malicious decay and touch
Haunt my daydreams
This is lust.
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Awkward gestures grip the land
Bleeding rivers hug the sand
You are the ghost, the carnal magician
You are the lilac, nightmare physician
Awkward
These are my turns
First we feel then we fall.
Fall.
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