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Miscreant's Prayer
01:40
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Forgive me father, for I am sinning,
Just like I've been doing ever since the beginning,
Just like I'll keep doing until the bitter end,
I don't regret it but at least I can pretend.
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Blueberry Jam
02:21
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The gentle first taste
Staining your cheeks
My fingers are sticky
Your breath is so sweet
Try a bit more
Licking your lips
Try not to spoil me
With too many drips
I've never been good
With a delicate touch
I bruise far too easy
And you're just too much
The heat makes us soft
I'll try to be tough
No matter how sweet
It's never enough
but i cant keep it down anymore
pour it all out
im drowning myself on the floor
pour it all out
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Bottleneck
01:58
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You lift me up
You tilt me back
Keep going until
All you can see is black
Slowly drain
Until I float
With fleeting words
Caught in my throat
Turn my head
Become dizzy
Empty me, empty me, empty me
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Honest
01:03
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Maybe I grew twisted
Maybe I grew blue
I liked the sound of satan more
But the christians run hell, too
Every morning when I wake up
I cross my heart and hope to die
By the time the sun goes down
There's twenty needles in my eyes
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5. |
The New Gods
02:51
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The static gave way to a screen of blue tranquility, though some have interpreted this as an omen of death. Nevertheless, we rise to the sound of birdsong and make short work of the latest, throwing our worthless pennies into the ring, screaming to be heard by any reflective surface, what narcissism is this?
The freedom of the press cost more than we'd anticipated; out of captivity it multiplied like fires and now sweeps planes of domains in seconds, leaking into pockets and spilling back out through furious clicks. The efficiency of this new machine is outstripped by none, and it is us (and the machine marches on).
Clockwork couldn't keep pace with todays race, and these rats don't even need to outsmart traps, instead setting fresh bait for those they perceive as beneath them. Nobody runs shit, the shit runs them up and down the court all day, sorting them into filing cabinets tall enough to require planning permission from the Gods themselves.
The Gods themselves, however, are dead, haven't you heard? They got complacent so we smoked them out and placed ourselves adjacent to their vacant thrones, like "two legs good but two barrels better", without ever pausing to consider the gravity of it, like a child joyfully leaping from a seventh story window, and we've been falling ever since.
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Darks
02:32
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Perched atop a volcano
In the pitch black of the night
The only light is my cigarette and
The pinpoints in the sky
The wind is soft against my skin
And screams a distant roar
The inside of my cheeks
Are bitten bloody and raw
I'm so small
But I'm the only thing I know
And I am shattered into nothing
But I am whole
Dancing with the meteors
With gently swaying hips
Willing God to answer me
Without a question on my lips
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7. |
Liquid Crystals, part 2
00:48
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I put you in a box and set it on fire
Just so I could be the one to save you from burning alive
But you outsmarted me and brought a knife
To make sure neither of us would survive
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8. |
When I Die
01:09
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When I die throw my shoes into the sea
When I die whisper gently to me
When I die pull out all my teeth
When I die give me secrets to keep
When I die make me into a cloud
When I die put sugar in my mouth
When I die celebrate each new day
When I die sing and dance on my grave
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Liquid Crystals, part 1
01:51
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I watched you grow
Through the glow
Enchanting my marrow
You made me slow
To far to walk
To close to leave
You’re the air
I cannot breathe
I held you in the palm of my hand
And you told me I'm not even real
I never even touched your skin
But you're the only one i could ever feel
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Torn
02:08
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This guilt is overwhelming
For everything you feel
I'm sorry for this bed of nails
I'm sorry I'm not real
I fucked it up right from the start
My stupid cloudy head
And then I pulled you closer
Started pulling at your threads
There's nothing I can tell you
And nothing I can ask
Wish that I could only hold you
But I'm made of shards of glass
My selfish nature won't let you be
I can't live with that
My fragile ribs wont let you go
Please don't write me back
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11. |
36 Hours
02:32
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Melons and death for 36 hours
Sapphire bath water under a dripping shower
Burn down the signposts
And drown all the flowers
Our bones are wooden splinters
Welcoming the winters
When everything dies and we can hide
And won't apologise for being sinners
There's tiny motors buried in the stones
Broken and rusty like mechanical bones
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