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Vulcanite
01:36
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things were quite quietly getting nightmare normal
serotonin storm over muscular doldrum
i'm impressed with the beautiful cop that you've become
I never thought you'd manage to cram in more jesus per pound
my hatchet job affords
many happy returns
cast aspersions to
the tune of chin music
human cost appraised
in counted black money
(and monolithic boredom)
kids can you dig in, those bayonet heels for me
uncle sam wants a pyrric child soldier victory
even knee deep in shit you can make a stand
take that stand in quicksand while victory dancing
every mistake I've made
has been while in heat
so where you see children
I see tiny plaintiffs
my abandoned spite house
child-proof caps inside
(white collar thought crime)
oh wonderful a chance to rub elbows until bleeding and raw
Persistent Carnivorous States inside of us all
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2. |
Red All Over
01:13
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newly single axe maniac
with a sex to grind
on the market as long as I can
get away with being hard to find
local boy makes bad
just because he can
and because he can't not
if you understand
okay you can tread on me
just fucking do it lightly
oh to be cut down in one's prime
okay you can tread on me
just fucking do it lightly
jealous of every lurid headline
when my baby went and
killed my other baby
I never played that give-a-shit blame
of determinist technicalities
lousy and rampant
with chewed back fat
and I just pray I'll die soon
while choking on endless news
okay you can tread on me
just fucking do it lightly
oh to be cut down in one's prime
okay you can tread on me
just fucking do it lightly
jealous of every lurid headline
free will atrophies
a trophy for the DTs
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3. |
Do The Don't
01:31
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either way you turn
a jugular gets cut
"should" is basically a crippled mannequin
who can't even manage to piss in the wind
alive with interpretative arson
in jibe with the dance of death that "is" is
sitting here with
my diamond disgust
you are now nothing but a regular basis
holding your head below the fill line of stasis
the best piece of advice that one could ever get
is to not stick around to watch the fire that you set
betray every idea you can
get your trembling hands on
and when you start losing friends
then you'll know you're doing it right
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4. |
Versus The Crown
02:02
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foul play is suspected and expected of me
and who I am to wriggle out of crosshair sights
with a half gainer off my own supine spine
into the genepool, poke the public in the public eye
the tip of my tongue is a terrible place (to be)
This crowd is so desperate for a laugh
You can see them hanging from the business end of the giggle track
Even from the trapdoor political platform
You still stand that slim swinging chance to bounce back
eating the charge then spitting it out
lawyers smuggle me small slivers of bated breath
so with this knotted bedsheet I can catch some rest
you can try and try and windsor-knot try
but you won't escape the flash of the tungsten eye
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5. |
Arm Twist
02:02
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like cheap relief drifting out to sea
and drowning in freedom
who amongst you would deny me a visit
from the microwaveable surgeon?
dispensing for me
inflatable child psychology
a stovetop reaction to this
boundless joy inside me
how many times must I be drowned in
hormonal stunted growth?
smothered in tough love
restrained by my
possible future potential
slapped with slave morality
by my friends and family
i've leaned over the edge and peered
into that beautiful abyss, you see
now I'm tying off full speed ahead
to hit that bottom faster
to hell with your snakeskin charity
I can give up more than you can arm twist
how many times must I be drowned in
hormonal stunted growth?
smothered in tough love
restrained by my
possible future potential
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6. |
Refute
01:08
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Here is a hand and here is another
You'll notice how they must strangle each other
if it were up to one another
we would devour each other
Match me nausea for ad nauseam
I'm shocked into ataxia
That anyone can hold a straight gaze
while droning on in aphasia
about their boring tourette beliefs
if it were up to one another
we would devour each other
Match me nausea for ad nauseam
My entire way of thinking
on subjects such as these
Is stock footage of obese
people eating and eating
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7. |
Sisterectomy
00:59
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You want to be Frank
and I want to be Thankful
but those two are both
just ugly people
Frank served the same
function all his life
until co-opted
as an enemy device
he had a shackled kind of cackle
as he died in battle
a mechanically manacled
death rattle
You want to be Frank
and I want to be Thankful
their silly sniper's nests
still emptied threaten
Thankful saved all
her explosive rhetoric
for lucidly dreamt
heated rows (in seat C4!)
she had a shackled kind of cackle
as she died in battle
a mechanically manacled
death rattle
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8. |
New Offensive
01:38
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i read the Child Drowning Morbidity Report
just to get bored with my own clairvoyance
oh fuck today I forgot to point a gun
at every single stupid fucking ice cream truck
this is crypsis for predators
this is my courtship disorder
a clammy "laying on of the hands"
though I'm sentient and not quite sapient
gouge out and mow down
gouge in and break into
mincemaim and mincemaul
apply Ruin Value
put in the wetwork and mop up afterwards
ramp up and cripple it while on "hot prowl"
there's a Bye Button in my pocket when I wanna wave
cyanide tooth chews to a last cascade
gouge out and mow down
gouge in and break into
I vote vampirism
apply Ruin Value
Sunshine Units
at the Rainbow Party
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hungry for crib death, we're hungry for neglect
and I'm in love with abandonment (x2)
Carpal tunnel spelunking past well-dressed skeletons
why not get the schoolchildren all handedness huddled
and contracture complacent while masturbasking
in the flaccid heat of each other's uniqueness
hungry for crib death, we're hungry for neglect
and I'm in love with abandonment (x2)
rusting daisy chains locking us in prison vacations
why can't we all be palimpsests where individuals
should be sitting down quietly with perfect posture
bucktoothed lust in ways simply inexcusable
hungry for crib death, we're hungry for neglect
and I'm in love with abandonment (x2)
mammalian mouths running orifice loud
mistaken copulations and dotted line signings
regime change begins in the house-hold closet
where wartime wardrobe braces failure strength
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10. |
Yes Contest
01:35
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almost only ever counts
in horseshoes and holocausts
trigger warning, oops too late
all you Glass Deludeds break
to smash belief
end empathy
leave only me
human unbeing
smash all belief
torch empathy
leave only me
human unbeing
they say you can't go home again
without arson on your mind
your ache for authenticity
is your achilles everything
whining contest
contestants
please kill your
opponents
away team wins!
yes we cheated
we always win
yes yet again
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11. |
Immovable Force
01:44
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this place is my inane childhood
and even uglier renaissance
so as I plunge into nothingness
just be kind enough to wish me dumb luck
(x2)
Hurry up, and back into (x4)
am I becoming necrotic
with the rest of this metropolis
or just the lopsided essence
of simultaneous incarceration
(x2)
Hurry back, and up into (x4)
magnetic arms to abdomen
they're all in capes and unimpressed
but via the right brand of knife
they're all riding crop neutralized
(x2)
Hurry up and back into
Hurry back and up into (x2)
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my inner censorship
is crying out in tongues
about how it just
wants to be loved
your Arch Of Failure strides
our Luminous Veil
countryside-wide through
unintentioned hell
calling fascism fascist
is quite fascistic (x4)
thus always to ideologues
your inner censorship
is crying out in tongues
about how it just
wants to be loved
my Arch of Failure strides
our Luminous Veil
countryside-wide through
unintentioned hell
Calling fascism fascist
is quite fascistic (x4)
thus always to ideologues
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