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Lose The Decorations
05:42
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I’ll wash my prints of murmured touch
Etched with vinyl cellophane
Masking in my rabbit’s hutch
Along my starkness circulates my lung
Around the void a candor yawns
Pressing out, my natal plum
Islands grease their bone
And calcinate their home
While I bathe
Held in a forage mold
Touched by the microscope
Taught with a bandage love
Badgered with sour gloves
Flush out my camera
Dilated in a fervor
Balloon my mouth
Decorate me
Vesper now
Puff and balloon my mouth
Decorate me
Vesper now
Puff and balloon my mouth
Assume my vague decorations
Mug me in my prime
Forgive my aim in desperation
Your Shadow hums with mine
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2. |
Cell Block
05:04
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I swab your blister with
Flasks of sand
Vital prone
Wavering sundance
From your hand into my crime
Where is that soft accent from
Why’s it so
Hypnotic
Discount Romance
What fruitful migrant
An exotic prance
An eyesore prison camp
I’m in arrow form
Paltry appetite
How much to set you loose
Polish up my only stamp
Traded for my last cigarette.
You soured ornament
What Could I spend on you
Dress the hooves inside out
Saddle up
Spur my thigh
Look at the crescent howl
While the cockcrow guard drags me from behind
Where’s that accent from
Why’s it so
Hypnotic
Discount romance
What a fruitful migrant
My magnet chance
Turns out we’re all perennial pets
Who run from the vet.
I’m a cable for your camera
The proof in your arrest
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3. |
Rubber Nod
05:32
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I conceal your fame
With a rubber nod
I confess the trait
With simple body
Trialed back
But you won’t prolong my part
I confide, you can see my part prolong
As the blade comes down
you conceal my heart enough
Looking down the vain
Watch the blade come down like water
Warm surveillance
Like the neighbor watch
See the heartbeat
Of the parish stalk
Watch as the blade comes over us
I can see it come back
Splice to touch
You can understand a movie
But won’t prolong your part
Look to others now, get off track
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4. |
Vericose
03:03
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See the cursive in the shape
The branches are foaming
Gusts of bruised air hit the tower
While the hive is forming
Combing the dullard only
Cervical samurai
Pirouette caught with laughter
Weathered by servant’s touch
I’m counting out brows exempt from the sultry
While pecking at teeth in mounds in the paultry
Tender with leather color
Hospital gown at home
Cervical camera
Feathered and fervent touch
(Bleary eyed and awake)
(Convalescent again)
(With a sanguine grin)
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5. |
Nocebo
02:46
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The seams are falling
From book of style
From the look in your eye
Through the foyer i saw reform
In the fooling rain
As the lunacy collides
Undressed with certain formula
Keep the ward in sight
Copies of my sibling blood
Pouring in my vial
It’s my only number
That’s all they’ll find
My dream is under
From hooking mile
To the pictured guile
Reminisce through cavity
Invalidity
Claws the naked eye
Underneath my fabric
Hides the inner pride
Keep in mind it’s shopping time
Currency combined
Every day she turns back nothing new
Every day what’s intact won’t subdue
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6. |
Pressure
04:09
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7. |
Dalmatian
04:54
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Spirals churn falsetto fueds
Flacid wax and burning moods
Prolix vein, tinted dry
Colored backwards every time
Shards of glass in winter winds
Gash the dog in half again
A race to find the spot, my dalmatian
Pastels come into view
I think I've chased my feelings into the sun
Dried out all my breathing fruit
Filmy vision
Milked out fiction
Out of focus
My shimmer thins like wire
Postulating
Not uninspired, I'm just tired
Lavish fabrics eat my home
Cannibals of leather tone
Still there's lead in my glass
Potions warm my mouth at last
A race to find the shot, my dalmatian
And crimp the world into view
I think I've chased my feelings into the sun
Dried out all my breathing fruit
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8. |
Stale
05:26
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Ice it down, there’s another one
Color chart
Visceral indication now
Gyve my voice
Cleave away all my guiding help
Almond page
Hovered down in private tomb
With my poise
Facts within desired words
Fictitious maze
Welcome pants, leave a sudoric
Bonded choice
Fingers in both my pockets now
Absorbing gaze
I'm dried at the source
With my own tongue
Wasn't like I had to
Nothing winds through
Calouscing with you
I'm a vaccine
What are you?
I signed for remorse
Piercing me numb
Showered my taboo
Nothing like you
Pulsating untrue
Gifted my costume
I've got nothing
What have you?
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