1. |
As Weapons
02:11
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All of this has already been written
If you put me in the wrong position
I'll them that you changed it
and punish the deviation
My shadow engulfs me
I am what I am
and it reminds me
Dirt under my fingernails
and burns on my legs
My stomach is surely made of glass
and not made to last
All of my evils
A raw nerve
Whatever is behind me
is before you
Condemned to heights
suffocating their lights
Biting
in hindsight
out of me
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2. |
Permanent Detachment
02:08
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Integrate
Simulate
Postulate
Grind stimulants
into my bones and
teeth after making
sure
Integrate
Simulate
Postulate
Irritate to imitate
Imagine the universe
Constituted by my hatred
Space and time running
backwards and beneath
Stuck at an in-between
Bitten nails and
Bloodshot eyes
Never express your suffering
Your sins are forgiven
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3. |
Paratrooper
04:34
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All my lies
are alibis
and they all work out in the end
everything's a cause
until you reach your conclusions
the first bite is always the worst
Time runs backwards
Nonsense is produced
My bones scare me more than the concrete that shatters them
Am I here forever?
Because I've forgotten all of it
i look to the sun to guide me
for presumably, i am lost
but a glance upward snaps my bones
like a bouquet of roses
dead from too much water
obligatory religious pilgrimage
offer yourself to the archetype
give in
give up
staggering to the finish line
going down
down with no up
pure, total, complete, perfect
down
down
down
entering here, i have
realized that
never will i leave
i strung myself up by the throat between the trees at night
and hoisted myself to final mental victory
this is it
i've done it this time
this is it
and i am sure
there will be no more
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4. |
Motion Sickness
01:17
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Grey paste
Emotions breeding anxiety
Still getting by
Not saying, but just saying
I'm just saying
What
binds me
to you?
Why do I
always think of it?
It can't ever
escape me
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5. |
Going Home
04:24
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I need the stuff
to make it real
and celebrate my own appeal
make a coffin for me
of tar and envy
float me down the river
like your savior like your savior like only your savior could
don't let your insides go bad
wave goodbye to all your friends
as they all will leave
wrap me in new linen
and put me to sleep
stay with me
until I can sleep
beside me
for I can't breathe
I grab for you
my only savior
arms made of syringes
just for me
You aren't the only one
My angel
It comes to me on broken wings
And it says to me
"They're here"
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