1. |
Burning Like a Seagull
03:45
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Shadow scout, with the gleaming eyes,
Caught fire, to the centipede in the sky
Halidom spade, in the vapor’s grave,
Came drifting, down through the eather wave
Creatures of caution, with their arms raised high,
Forge harbors, from the ominous tide
Turbulent siren, over piney veil,
Pierce borders on, poly-seagull sail
Whip the windy scroll,
Blaze the stolen toll
This maimed and broken cove,
Will burn until it’s done
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2. |
Moon Screams
03:20
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A young hand
Betrayed its body
A hazy battle declared
The field, a sheet of snow
A wire crossed,
A fuse corrupt
When I came to,
It was all done
Vessel split, river run
Serious souvenir
She has it all
Doesn’t matter
She’ll find a way to cry
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3. |
Holy Monstrosity
04:44
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“Sooo I’m driving in pretty bad driving conditions.. It’s like, really icy and slippery and I keep slipping and sliding on the throughway”
“I’ll play your little game for now, but soon, we’ll see who’s playin’ who!”
“So if I die tonight….”
Never let yourself forget,
Your supposed lord,
Held your soft and swollen hands,
As they gripped,
My neck
Your god, is the only one, who will forgive you!
Infected in your righteous sin,
A demon crawled into your mortal body
And there you took the liberty to be
Holy monstrosity
The refuse of memory
Nascent seconds stain me
Sour dross of time,
of time
I feel fear for every woman
That crosses paths with you
But of course you’re not to blame!,
It’s the demon inside that’s at fault!
You fancy yourself
A god fearing man
All you are is
A bullshit prophet
With an arm-twisting wrench
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4. |
Vitamin Black
03:31
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Lost in the thicket of an underground town,
Slippin’ in the trail of a storm- bound train
With a brain-soaked track, vitamin black
Nothin’ but a vest in the swirling snow,
But a fire’s inside that small warm glow
And the shell in my hand was a tome- bound fact
Ebony curtain in the corner of her cairn,
Venom was a sword in a bank of sand
With a grievance blade, hellion strain
Crux to the temple in a dissonant parade,
She is burning on the alter in a similar flame
It’s a stranger thorn, terrified fawn
Blood coat flyin’ down a tourniquet terrain,
Torched at a cross by a boar serenade
There’s a red- ringed husk gathering dust
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5. |
Halidom
03:57
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Slain in a silo, halidom
Sleep on,
A haloed rainfall, glaze a fable
Sanity lost in a grey- scale
Black harrow bay, faintly flaming,
In a sail- storm
We buried our bones before we even died!
As the headstone implied;
Encapsulated time- rind
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6. |
Ruby Red
04:54
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We hadn’t known what we would find there
Dark and warm, Florida air
What could I do, but fall in love with you?
And make a body home
You are a winter berry on my mind
Ruby red, summer rind
Rose petal baby, holy scent of night
Strolling through a sleeping city
With you,
I desire to
Sink into a blazing halo
Of cerulean blue
Tarpaulins
“..blue tarpaulins..”
Shifting behind my eyes
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7. |
Rubicon
05:58
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Weeping in joy on your torn wicker throne
Basking in trash bags of your crash- test mastery, alone
On a water- heavy rug,
There’s a slow- burning mattress,
Charred black from a heart attack in the rat nest
Cut your twisted eyelids in a tarnished six- watt sun
The spade erupts in putrid sky,
As I run!
It’s flooding,
Crawl out of the cellar
Marsh fires die in the ventricle glade
Wading through mayflies up the Rubicon
Beyond the grey murrain
There’s a tunnel overhead,
To a pine-land in crisis
Just ripe for a malachite tidal empress
Cut your twisted eyelids in a tarnished six- watt sun
The spade erupts in putrid sky,
As I run!
Oh morning star, you say you are
So I’ll watch your face fade away
Your heart is a moth, your gaze in vain
But the haze is down and it’s too late
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8. |
Noon Grave
06:27
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Remember when paint was no god,
But a surf
Ink from a well in my chest,
But it packed its things and left
Welding a brush like a sword,
Vengefully free
Slay with a fist full of spice,
But it packed its things and left
I cracked from a shell, crawled from a tooth,
Perished in dust
I broke from a seed, drank in the spring,
Withered at noon
Vast filled mires of things to do before I die,
And I can’t seem to find the will to care
Withered at noon
Screams across a big dark space,
Black dirt waste
Glazing into the night,
‘Till the fuzz turns white
I cracked from a shell, crawled from a tooth,
Perished in dust
I broke from a seed, drank in the spring,
Withered at noon
“Come on you birds!.. and tonight… the predators like to come out on rainy nights.. and then I herd them all in.. look at this little creature in here.. did you get yourself trapped?.. like a dummy.. they love to fucking wedge.. they used to die like that.. they just wedge themselves in and then they just die.. these are like the dumbest chickens I’ve ever had.. come on guys!... yeah, when they were chicks, they would wedge themselves under the feeder.. and then they would like... another one would sit on it, and they would die like that… “
“they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…
they just wedge themselves in, and then they just die…”
Vast filled mires, of things to do before I die,
And I can’t seem to find the will to care
Human life, is nothing but a game to play,
But I can’t seem to find the will to live
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9. |
December 31st
06:06
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10. |
Trick Hero
03:36
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A wave rose up in mid- July
Cicadas then released a desperate cry
They were decimated,
By a clock inside
They held me down; an offering that I agreed upon
Then the blade swung down, my hand severing
“Hahahaha”
A human man is withering
The field he sews is strewn with rotting oats
He is desiccated,
Outdated drone
Thank god!
You brought your reusable straw!
For a moment, I thought you wouldn’t suck the life out of me!
Disgusted like a rusty nail
Repulsed by girls you fucked, a hate affair
You suppose that’s a good thing?!,
You can go to hell!
“Hahahaha”
They held me down; an offering that I agreed upon
Then the blade swung down, my hand, severing
Then the blade swung down, my head, severing
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11. |
Under the Porch
05:22
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While the storm ripped the yard to shreds, I like to crawl under the porch
There’s always silver in my hair; I never use a dellakin
Open the laden tomb, like a shark fin moon
How do I know it was ever there?; the hole from where it used to be!
How do I know it was ever there?; the hole from where it used to be!
How do I know it was ever there?; the hole from where it used to be!
So long, simulacra’s all I need
Salt and bones
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12. |
Dread Embers
05:46
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13. |
Anthropocene
05:26
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The definition of me is playin’ myself
The definition of us is breakin’ up
Entropy winds us down in the dark
Wind on up, wind on down
Rending membranes, dematerializing this current
Disorienting oil slick
Breath gone on too long
Sublimate up,
Dissipate in disarray
Now, crystalize in rime,
Eradicate all history
Wind on up, wind on down
Wind on up, wind on down
The way we survive is no way at all
The grief that pervades us drives in the nail
The ‘time of useful consciousness’ is nearly gone
Wind on up, wind on down
Wind on up, wind on down
Wind on up, wind on down
Wind on up, wind on down
Wind on up, wind on down
Wind on up, like we’ve never seen before
Wind on down, and it’s only just begun!
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14. |
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This, right here, is a symptom of destruction
What’s a career when our lives are flooding?
Oh it’s coming!, it’s coming!; ya’ll don’t think it’s coming!
Where will we all be, when the world closed out?
Here! Here! We’ll all be RIGHT HERE!
So, what’s a career, when our lives are flooding?
They built here, a wasteland,
Savage ruin
We are a wasteland,
I am waste!
Fatal portal of a mind,
Into the grave
Nowhere to hide from a literal wave
They built here, a wasteland,
Savage ruin
We are a wasteland,
I am a waste!
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15. |
Terminal
04:30
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A pane of fractured glowing sky forked in tessellated tines
Bright, unfurling garnet fern,
We smiled and watched our own flesh burn
Being in the red makes you wanna burn hotter
There’s a ladder in the field,
It’s melting in the rain
One rung; awaiting a fool
Bright, unfurling garnet fern,
I smiled and watched my own flesh burn
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16. |
There She Is
04:48
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Leave your body on the floor
A beam shines in a dark night catching a traffic cone
Reflecting brightly, casting around
Tread lightly, there might be a body around here
There she is!
There she is
Beetles on the scene, glittering starkly, starting a colony, burrowing cavities
Her eyes are half open, just the way she sleeps
There’s a little bit of blood dripping
Dripping down
Dripping down
Leave your body on the floor
In the ‘Land of free disposal’!
I’ll meet you there;
Where nothing is
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