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The Imbecile
10:55
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I demand your attention
I'm owed that much
My twelve gauge kneecap
Spoiled the day for everyone
I'm your swaddled baby
Paint thinner in sippy cups
A Munchausen fragrance
In my black bile spit up
I demand satisfaction
An all-new pretty excuse
Crafted to my point of view
Feign that I might really know you
Admiration in black tar
Your love-bomb honeypot
All I made is raped forever
Trade the body to Cote D'Ivoire
(So come closer, come closer)
(The same words)
(Over and over and)
(The same words)
(Over and over and)
My body stirs where once laid a composition
I know its not your problem
That I
Expected
Something
Gave my hands to a sacred wake
Sunbathing
Amputated and resting
Asleep under spread wings
Hear all of them screeching
(I fell asleep under)
(Spread wings)
(Spread wings)
(Spread wings)
(Spread wings)
I need the exposure
Like something dead needs sun
Hidden under leaves and branches
Far from illumination
My head is twitching
From a claw-down pummeling
Whatever comes spilling
Is yours for keeping
You test all the patience
Expect nothing cruel
An immaculate rotten tooth
In the heel of your shoe
Admiration in new scars
The soot-wrapped gift you bought
Oh, you starved me forever
At least we got rouge et noir
My body curls where once laid a composition
I know its not your problem
That I
Expected
Something
Gave my hands to a sacred wake
Sunbathing
Amputated and resting
Asleep under spread wings
Hear all of them screeching
I fell asleep under
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
Spread wings
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2. |
Hold Still
04:28
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In the dark
You're the perfect person you pretend you are
Like all the debts are paid
Like what was said didn't take
So hold still
Don't make that face
Can't stand how it makes me feel
I must put it to canvas
Some smoking billowing mass
Pouring out your head
Burrowed out your mouth
Into mine, it tastes like lead
Turn a little
Hold that shape
Saturate it
Anyway you want it
So defensive
I paint you this way
A representation
Of you wearing the weight
In the dark
You're the perfect lover you pretend you are
Secret adulterer of your dreams
But what's underneath is placed at feet
So hold still
The hateful look you get
In your puppy mill eyes
As our hands graze and pit
The smell of mold
Sits in the brush
Black paint on our tongues
Tangled in lust in a mutual poison
Turn a little
Hold that shape
Saturated
Anyway you want it
So defensive
I'll paint you this way
A representation
Of you wearing the weight
Turn a little
Hold that shape
Saturate it
Anyway you want it, you want it
So defensive
I paint you this way
A representation
Of you wearing the weight
Turn a little
Hold that shape
Saturate it
Anyway you want it, you want it
So defensive
I'll paint you this way
A representation
Of you wearing the weight
So hold still
So hold still
So hold still
So hold still
So hold still
So hold still
So hold still
So hold still
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Queen of the hive
Elder of the home
Asleep in the mess
Where did the scissors go
Drawings hidden
On the refriderator door
In the outlines
A complex undertone
In the idle stare
A dead husband
Fingers tangling her hair
Something in the air
A whole new truth
Awed by dark hues
Mask comes unglued
Please God, no, not you
Escentric of the hive
Afterbirth of something cruel
Everything he wants
Out of the womb
Pawing, dog is starving
At the kitchen door
Under the porch chimes
Retching up the dirt
In the idle stare
A dead husband
Fingers tangling her hair
Something in the air
A whole new truth
Awed by dark hues
Mask comes unglued
Please, God, no, not you
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4. |
Virgil
04:28
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The seething
In all this nothing
Out here
No feeling for others
Virgil
Of the valley
When she speaks
I'll die happy
I'm gonna leave
So don't stay up late for me
I might be asleep
Hoping for more of
My erotic dreams
of Mother Mary crawling
Making her weep
While Gabriel watches
The waiting
Is making me old
But don't fear
I'm a patient ghost
Virgil
Of the valley
When she speaks
I'll come running
I'm gonna leave
So don't stay up late for me
I might be asleep
Hoping for more of
My erotic dreams
of Mother Mary crawling
Making her weep
While Gabriel watches
I'm gonna leave
So don't stay up late for me
I might be asleep
Hoping for more of
My erotic dreams
of Mother Mary crawling
Making her weep
While Gabriel watches
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5. |
No Hell
03:01
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Believe in no hell
Only know of the night
Nocturnal cervical canal
Breed only
Babes who stand crying
Coughing up spit
Fare thee well, my mother
Bare witness
To my dry nibble of the tit
The lips are not latching
Scream until
The throat takes a hit
Here is where it ends
Tiny fists raised
Face wet and red
I am dead
I am dead
I am dead
Believe in no hell
Only know of the night
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6. |
Avarice
05:43
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Always perfect, no matter the cost
Speaking old Latin
Where did you learn to talk in tongues
What made you know
How to lie to those you love
Know things no one does
Look west and up
Bind in blood
Centurion thrust
How to do just enough
To save a spot
Roll back white
Blood out my eyes
Open the temple wide
I know where I'm going when I die
Mold bad ties
New friends of mine
Eloped brides from Christ
You ain't gonna see where I made mine
Always patient, no matter what I try
You'd barter up a sacrifice
Ritual candle lights
All to learn
How to lie with those you want
Fuck like no one does
Beat out the runts
Pretend to love
Pornographic thrusts
How to do just enough
To set someone's entire sun
Roll back white
Blood out my eyes
Open the temple wide
I know where I'm going when I die
Form bad ties
New friends of mine
Eloped brides from Christ
You ain't gonna see where I made mine
Open the temple wide
I know where I'm going when I die
Eloped brides from Christ
You ain't gonna see where I made mine
Open the temple wide
I know where I'm going when I die
Eloped brides from Christ
You ain't gonna see where I made mine
Open the temple wide
I know where I'm going when I die
Eloped brides from Christ
You ain't gonna see where I made mine
Open the temple wide
I know where I'm going when I die
Eloped brides from Christ
You ain't gonna see where I made mine
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7. |
Box Truck
05:04
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Faster than particles
Poisoning your lands
Wrapped around my finger
Planted in the back of your head
Sent your brother up
In a hospital bed
Caught you in the waiting room
With your head in your hands
What belongs to the many
Cannot get the knot loose
Move against our sixty
And its twenty-three for you
Genuine article of shit
Genuine article of shit
Genuine article of shit, oh
Thrown from a cliff, away from land
Louder than animals
Beating each other with sticks
Growing more bitter
With every kick in your ribs
Go warm the car up
Before you get wind
Watch, arms crossed
As the engine sputters to spit
What belongs to the many
Cannot get the knot loose
Move against our sixty
And its twenty-three for you
Genuine article of shit
Genuine article of shit
Genuine article of shit, oh
Thrown from a cliff, away from land
Genuine article of shit
Genuine article of shit
Genuine article of shit, oh
Thrown from a cliff, away from land
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8. |
Mobin
05:03
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So how about another one
You deserve only the best
Sit out in the sun
Afraid, with your hand against your chest
What have I done
Am I really dead
The answer to every beat and thump
Pumping inside your chest
Then it picked up
Got faster when you imagined
How much your blood
You’ve now poisoned
Under your bumps
Under your skin
Is another vision
That it couldn’t get worse, could it
So how about another one
I’m sure its one you won’t regret
When it comes all back up
Know you were warned about the next outcome
Now it’s won
Now it’s won
Now it’s won
Now it’s won
Now it’s won
Now it’s won
Now it’s won
Now it’s won
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9. |
Sadist
04:56
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Dead air
A motionless lioness nuzzled by the cub
Dead air
Like talking through a string and a paper cup
The quiet wears
The white noise purrs and flares
In a nightmare
I can hear breathing, I know you're there
Footsteps on the ceiling
Fixated on the stairs
Down comes Pilate
Flogging Jesus into space we share
"Swear fealty to the king"
As they pull his head by his hair
Think his eyes are decomposing
Under thorns with a hateful stare
Dead air
Dead air
Maybe I'm the sadist
Playing masochist in disrepair
Its never fair
Its never fair
I'm always blameless
So come prepared
Dead air
Dead air
Maybe I'm the sadist
Playing masochist in disrepair
Its never fair
Its never fair
I'm always blameless
So come prepared, come prepared, come prepared
Dead air
Dead air
Maybe I'm the sadist
Playing masochist in disrepair
Its never fair
Its never fair
I'm always blameless
So come prepared
Dead air
Maybe I'm the sadist
Playing masochist
In disrepair
Its never fair
Its never fair
I'm always blameless
So come prepared
Dead air
Dead air
Maybe I'm the sadist
Playing masochist in disrepair
Its never fair
Its never fair
I'm always blameless
So come prepared, come prepared, come prepared
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10. |
Elephant
05:58
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In all the pretty paintings, I hid
Where you all smiled
Where the colors blend
Sat the intruder in the midst
Try to twist my cleft lip
But the jokes don't stick the way I meant
On account of all the spit
So all I get is
A tough crowd
A collective hiss
Scornful shouts
Over my stuttering fit
I'd paint my walls
Crimson red
Repay
The debt
Nail it up afterward
Let the dust thrive and sit
Where the rest
Of me went
I'm beginning to think that I am dead
Tied this noose, over and over again
Again, again
Again, again
I want to drink so I sleep through daylight
Pull my yellow skin tight while my liver dies
Again, again
Again, again
I'd paint my walls
Crimson red, red, red, red
Repay
The debt
Nail it up afterward
Let the dust thrive and sit, sit
Where the rest
Of me went
Head jumps
Out it tore
The best punchline I know, I know
About the elephant behind the door
Laying limp on the dirty floor
Laying limp on the dirty floor
Couldn't remember
What to live for
The elephant
The elephant
Elephant
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