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Blear
06:59
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When your head summons back things you wish were dreams
In the throes of a grisly reality
When the tongue withers back with nothing to say
Squeeze the eyes with the thumbs see a different way
If you squint through the dimness at times you've spent
Ruminate on your fondness for mal intent
When I see you on the wire
Sight comes back and mind is wrapped in loving arms
You'd know
Mesmerized beneath your fire
Ego's crack when what we lack is what we are
You'd know
So nice to see in
So nice to know
Painful eyes strained hard to keep in focus the glow
You swam a long way
In your life sick heads will blear you, obscure your soul
Rest aside, deft fools cant hold you back from your role
You swam a long way out
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Walking Corpse Syndrome
03:26
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Now it's the ending of the days you crawled the roads
Gripped with an eager fist you're made to sing the notes
And when the crowd looks shocked and asks you whats so wrong
There is no ending to the forced necrotic song
Lured you in
Time is swollen, no eyes open
Tricked with a thoughtful grift you offer what you know
Mocked in a murky state you start to hear the tones
And still the crowd looks shocked and screams that you are wrong
There is no ending to the forced necrotic song
Lured you in
Time is swollen, no eyes open, nothing like you
But when the lowness wanes to what you invite
They'll topple sickly one from all you invite
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Foilsick Stare
05:34
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Left on your own you missed it
Ditch for the self you missed it
No head for health you missed it
Laughed at your joke you missed it
No one else spoke you missed it
Dead eyes of hope you missed it
No chance for truth you missed it
Stuck without proof you missed it
Young in your youth you missed it
Ditch for the self you missed it
No love
When it surrounds you what do you do to it?
Comes close and ask you what do you say?
Blind from partaking each time a bit more of it
Deaf from the sneering laughed it away
And pulled down
Recurring mess is made again
Slides down the chest internal friend
You burnt your nest nothing to mend
Always another drop
No love
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4. |
Drudenhaus
09:03
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To show the map of all that you love
No one has accessed the things you scrubbed
Chant it without trust
Head on
Throated what you say
Cut out things you say
Choking without reservation voice like a hull
Fists bulge with the bonds you break
Withered to smoke felt the brackish weight
Raw hands with no grasp to take
Grin that wont revoke, spells spoke
Paint their tongues with clay
Cut out things you'd say
Choking without reservation voice like a hull
So long's what they call your face
Withered to smoke, hope to find your grave
It takes more than two to understand
You cant flip a future with demands
You let 13 candles burn your hands
Hear grinning faces alone in
Your room's mood turns unsightly hues
Fear cranks, gumshoe spectral blues
It takes more than two to understand
You cant hold our suffering in your plans
A slick new communion, leech in hand
It takes more than two to soak with
The dunes bruise, sing ungodly tunes
Neck deep calling you unholy
You opened your fretful arms, repayed with nothing
Condemned and forgone
Upset with the social harm, slow wrecked resenting
Laughed yourself warm
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