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Mathrock McConaughey
00:48
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Specters and saints
Trembling hysterical
Taste from rapture
Consumable madness
We’re not lost, we’re just gone
We’re not lost, we’re just gone
The church bells ring while grown men shout “Existence just isn’t enough”
Painting circles around their mouths and carefully boiling spoons
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Reign Down Fiery Death
01:28
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Reign Down Fiery Death
Cipher lips
We’ll miss this.
Armless boy
Sway with me.
Yeah, just a little less
Yeah, almost there
Wistful wrists,
Stressing twists
Shake the thoughts.
What should be?
Yeah, just a little less
Yeah, almost there
GET WET
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Pick a number from one to ten
Nervous laughter no one wins
Knock, knock, knocking
Onto my door
Endless games endless wars
I wont let go
But holding on tight onto save us this time
Waiting and hiding
I wont let go
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This body... This heart... This soul...
We're just the some of parts. We're just the some of parts.
These wires! This circuitry! Uncertainty! It gets the best of me.
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5. |
Freddy Mercury Poisoning
01:15
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Steam powered chain smoker
Filthy nails and faultless teeth
“Rich girls don’t marry poor boys”
Muckraking yellow press
Fight water with fire
“Rich girls don’t marry poor boys”
Kind old owl, salesmen of light
Well groomed bat, salesmen of light
Poor quaint worm, salesmen of light
Believers in faith
Only cowards leave ghosts
Hiding behind windows
Between tableaux we’re lost
Believers in faith
A storm is coming and the cellar doors is locked
Evidence suggests objective truth is null
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“Smoke follows beauty” I recall being told in the diner by a tender old man
In my youthful arrogance I sat staring knowingly at the ceiling fan
And yet here I sit now watching my cigarette smoke dance across your skin
Bite the tongue, hold the grin
The moth longing for the stars will settle for a kiss of the candle flame
Unrequited lover marries her bed at night whispering his name
Vein tapping junkie wonders how much longer this ship will take to sink
Old widower looks at the wedding photo and pours himself a drink
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The language of the devil spoken with frigid precision
Numerical incisions documenting each shameful derision
Unshaken hands calculate days in such impeccable penmanship
Embracing the stoic face who laced poison into the air we sip
It’s only a matter of time
“How does it taste?” I ask the flower catching his first snowflake
We debate the finer art of making life ruining mistakes for politeness sake
In old photographs I am the camera not the child who shares my name
Capturing moments I’m picturing the day I see how disposable I became
It’s only a matter of time
Unfulfilled like the mailbox still bitter about the letters I never sent
Foolish is the ink I spilt carefully into the shapes that mean “I love you”
Calendars fall and we break quietly still hoping to find these words untrue
Calendars fall and we break quietly knowing these words are still true
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9. |
Erich Zann
05:42
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Closer, nearer, closer
It’s right outside of my window
Shapeless, faceless, nameless
It’s right outside of my window
Hopeless. Hopeless. Hopeless.
It’s right outside my window
Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.
It’s right outside my window
Silence will be the death of me
The unknown black abyss, a howling void of emptiness
Desperate strings screaming “please”
Words speak no horror that the mind sees
The unknown black abyss, a howling void of emptiness
Bleeding flesh. Aching bones. In fingertips and crying tones.
Living lives of pestilence
How empty is our existence?
Do we move with providence?
Do we move with providence?
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10. |
Not Right Now You Don't
04:09
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song unrwitten
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