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Metaphysical conundrum
Denial isn't just a river in Egypt
Burning tyre pits
Self delete self delete self delete
(self delete)
A cornered corner peeling back skin
I've been living within your shadow
(Let me breath)
But my frame peaks thru I'm wider than you
(Allegedly ledge I see)
Shaving down
Against the grain
What's left to my left
Nothing seems right
(To my right to my right)
Tunnel vision occluding
But you'll see clear soon enough
Licking liquid lacquer
Livid and lacking
Jumping off every cliff I see
Perfect perfection perfectly
Jumping off every cliff I see
Perfect perfection perfectly
(Puke)
Cant breathe
See nothing
Cant breathe
See nothing
Cant breathe
See nothing
Cant breathe
See nothing
Cant seem to find a place
To hide
I might be dead right now
But that doesn't make a difference
I cant tell what their saying
Most of the fucking time
I cant feel like myself
Whenever I'm drinking you
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2. |
lac(ration)'s
02:35
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Peeling down the centerfold
You make the paper cuts easier
Peeling down skin grows cold
Time makes the decision on whether
Or not you stare at something foul
Look at what I've done to myself
Depend depend-on depend-on someone
Take what you want
I can't take this anymore
Make make make
Me whole again
The lacerations tie up loose dividends
End before it begins
Is the correct way to say you're not interested
The final estate
There's nothing
I don't believe we continue forward
I can't live on fear to seem like I'm ok
I don't want to be afraid my whole life
So that I have a happy ever after
Ever isn't after neither is it for anything and everything all at once
Once upon a time
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3. |
Charles Bonnet
02:54
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I see to many faces
None of my own
What I've known to be
Inside of me
interruptions
I zoom in and out in and out
No lens made sharp enough
Dissolution makes this clearer
Refractions on end cause a blur
Sliced pupil in a silent film
Disconnect no trace of the body
Sliced pupil in a silent film
Disconnect no trace of the body
Bite the hand that feeds you
Doesn't matter when you're dead and gone
Not a martyr you're a liar
Deadbeat skinned alive you know you're wrong
What it takes to be
Someone that needs
A Narrowangle to see
Between the lines cant you read
Dissident you are not
Through greed we depart
Pity fuck you will rot
Pity fuck you I'm not
You don't see me for what I am
Single fractures take me down
The limit is in my hands
Unaccustomed to the sound of light
Tends to blur in my reflection,
Coming down from the fucking sky
No masters above me
No masters above me
(take me alive)
No masters above me
No masters above me
(take me alive)
No masters above me
No masters above me
(take me alive)
No masters above me
No masters above me
(take me alive)
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Walking thru the mist
Hearing small drops
Hitting the over head canopy
Causing a white noise
To ignore the leaves
Were all glistening
And the smell of fresh pine is
Overwhelming
The forest was alive
And I felt as though I was too at that moment
Sprinting thru the mass of everything
There ever was represented into
A cloud of dust
Shrieking small drops
Scraping on my head
As it causes burns
To my flesh to ignore
Can you feel it like before
Standing there
Peaking through the space between the trees
Red eyes glared back at me
Never seen anything like it
Horns that towered like giants
Approaching me
In this visceral stance
I faded in and out of comprehension
Of what I was witnessing
As I stumbled and crawled my vessel of pain
I realized
I realized
It was the mist
It was the trees
It was the white noise reflected in me
It was the pain that I use a crutch
to run away from
Accepting what this meant
This is me
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5. |
inside a wishing well
05:04
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Inside a wishing well
Theres no one
It doesn't matter where you been
You're still gone
If I don't think I don't feel
If I don't think I don't feel
If I don't think I don't feel
The grief
You died
In your ez chair
Broken man becomes whole again
With the birth of a new grandchild
Learned from your mistakes
As will I
As will I
Nevertheless the lesser is never
You were always there for me
All the way up until
The point that you couldn't
Lift your hand
You came from a different time
I don't resent you
You changed your ways and learned from
Past perspectives
For that I respect you
Theres a greater falling in you
To be whole again
I make the same mistakes
Wondering if I'll ever make amends
You taught me
How to take care of myself
You taught me how to be a respectable person
The lessons
Get lost in context
If it was you or your son
No matter the difference
I'm grateful for your existence
Return back to the soil
There he isn't
Its hard to fall asleep
Made amends this time around
I've accepted this dream
Turned to nightmares awaken me
I will always love you
Even after your last sleep
Come back around sometime
I'll be there you don't need to remind me
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6. |
noise.
02:06
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Brurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Kicked in the Head by a Horse Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
You mean DEP? In what fucking way? Have you used your ears?
No the fuck it doesn't unless you've
never listened to DEP.
The guitars don't sound like DEP, the vocals sure as shit don't sound like them and I'm invisible the delivery and tone. Seriously, wtf?
Just because a band yells and tries to sound mathy doesn't automatically make them sound like Dillinger.
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