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Boxer's Pose
05:07
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Dirt met shovel in the dead of night
Witnessing your ghost cry, I feel I might hide
I'll stay in small traces, linger to honor my debasement
I fell in the hole I dug
Fuel container with the gas I'd throw
Wet dirt soaking my back, animals roam in close
Talk in whispers or hushed tones by my new four by six forest home
Strike the match and let it go, greet my father in boxer's pose
Float away, float away, float away
Smoldering black stays still in place
The gates await, the gates await, the gates await
Peter, come bless my awe-struck gaze
My smile fades, my smile fades, my smile fades
All I see is bones on dinner plates
Float away, why won't I float away?
I'm not floating away, all that does is the flame
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Deforestation
08:17
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Here is my forest
Here is where I plan to cut it all down
Starting with the birds and their kin
I'll wear their nests like a thorny crown
Don't tell 'em I'm coming
Don't tell 'em they'll be seein' me soon
I wanna see their faces
When that lumber gets split in two
This is my vision
Not yours
Get out that hollow tree trunk
It's not gonna keep me from my work
This is my dream
Not yours
If it really were
I'd pulling their beaks from your sores
Stay anyway
'Cause change is coming your way
All day
I hate to say
That pain
Won't change
Gets worse every rip of the saw blade
This kind of fate
It'll rip away
It'll rip away
It'll rip away
It'll rip away
Here is my forest
Here is where I pulled all the root from ground
No more obscuring my vision
I can see everything coming for me now
Don't laugh at my fields
Don't call me the hazardous fool
All this preemptive change was the only way
I couldn't lose you too
This was my vision
Now torn
Now that I see no sign of life
Behind a making of my own accord
This was my dream
Now torn
Thought it'd keep me safe
From not knowing what was treading forest floor
I'll stay anyway
'Cause change is
Coming all day in spades
You hate to say
My hate
Won't wane
Gets worse every person I push away
Placing its weight
It'll rip away
It'll rip away
It'll rip away
It'll rip away
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Nosferatu
06:24
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Close it up
My gambler's luck runs amok
Dead man's hand
Or a loving crutch, crutch, crutch?
Here's the truth
I would never lie to you
Nothing I'd say or ever do would
Slip right through
Hey, know what?
I will never leave this rut
Think it's the only thing I love
I'm the beaten wife in its clutch, clutch, clutch
Gangrene foot
From sleeping on soot
I'll never leave this room, I refute
"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."
This rotting fanged tooth
Breaks skin of all that I lose
Blood pudding up in tubes
What's old to you for me is always new
My reluctant trust
Its enduring lust
I help you put it up
On my canvas, covered in dust
Here comes the lunge
Teeth treading guts
One hand in the casket
One hand encased in mud, mud, mud
Gangrene foot
From sleeping on soot
I'll never leave this room, I refute
"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."
This rotting fanged tooth
Breaks skin of all that I lose
Blood pudding up in tubes
What's old to you for me is always new
Gangrene foot
From sleeping on soot
I'll never leave this room, I refute
"My Nosferatu method is tried and true."
(Sleeping on soot)
(Oh)
Close it up
My gambler's luck runs amok
Dead man's hand
Or a loving crutch, crutch, crutch?
Hey, know what?
I will never leave this rut
Think it's the only thing I love
I'm the beaten wife in its clutch, clutch, clutch
I'm the body it makes fuck
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Calling out your garden, you sound a world away
In a summoning circle, I make out what you say
Rotten fruit, pre-dug grave
Accepting the truth; this is my fate
Crawling out the frame, I saw your eyes tremble and fade
In a certain light, your eyes hang a bloodied fang
My medieval times, bodies float with the waste
Is my drinking water poisoning you the same?
Shake, shake, shake
In my grave
Dilate
Die a shitty fucking fate
Change states
Be the mistake you know you'd make
Shake, shake, shake
In my grave
Dilate
Die a shitty fucking fate
Change states
Be the mistake you know you'd make
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CCTV
07:02
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When the tape rewinds
Do you want, do you wanna
Lie down? Die?
My body is worn and thin, so go on
In the frame, in that slide
I breath in, breath out
In that way
In the noose I wait
On CCTV, in reverse play
See me dance while I hang
Swaying as I sang
Feet scraping paint, withering away
When my tape rewinds
Do you want, do you want
My heart? My eyes?
My will to live in your rusted tin
In this frame, in this slide
I please crowd's, appease thou
In that way
I get used to the rain on my face
On CCTV, in forward play
See me wince at my own way
Of opening up about pain
Stuttering every word, hating everything I say
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Spirit Box (feat. Rapt)
05:55
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That day, it ruined everything
Yeah, my heart skips a beat
When I'm underneath
It all
Wallow in pain
Plead for gods or anything above
Yet I won't a stich
No resemblance of hope
It's too bad I choked up
Felt your loss run clean
Now my loves surface deep
While I'm prepping for the next horrid dream
One I won't wake up from
One that's leaving breadcrumbs
Right to a door
Latched
Standing in the open
A horrifying omen
Why can't I remember your face?
Only strokes of paint?
That pain
Changed the way the phone rang
Now I brace for a sting
While I feign a holy hope
Burrowed in skin
Watched it form and run right up
Now this bulging red wrist
Is swollen from this bug
Now you're mad
And I'm fucked
Couldn't be the war time dove
No, my head had to scream while I tried to grieve and sleep
One I won't wake up from
One that's leaving breadcrumbs
Right to a door
Latched
Standing in the open
A horrifying omen
Why can't I remember your face?
Only strokes of paint?
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Rope God
05:36
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(They'd cut your throat, put you out of your misery, and relieve the human race from having to deal wi-)
Knot tied tight
Where should I be? On which branch should I swing?
Guide me like a crying woman's baby
To a Chankiri tree
Good fought fight
Another something I didn't see
Another well I wanted to drink
Another reason to throw me in and watch me sink
The ship is sinking, morale is low
Watch my black magic trick, staying afloat
My body constricts, limbs get tense
Never get the courage so I'll die when I'm old
Wish I knew how to let go
The ship is sinking, morale is low
Watch my black magic trick, staying afloat
My body constricts, limbs get tense
Never get the courage so I'll die when I'm old
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Bound
04:15
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Wait
I didn't get to say goodbye
Thought I was a day late
But I'm two years behind
Where did all my closure go?
Cremated with the body?
Floating down below,
Begging you to "make it stop, please"?
And I'm falling down deep
What if I don't want to come out?
And I'm sorry you want to heal
But its cold grip I'm bound
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