1. |
Immolate
03:13
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You’re mistaken
You’ve got all this wrong
You misunderstand the intention
But that’s no surprise
Since the very invention
You wanted to disguise
The sickening infatuation
That weighs you down but..
You’re mistaken
You’ve got all this wrong
A reflection of some interpretation
That simply mirrors back
An obligatory assassination
of the you that you once had
Do you know what you had, what did you have?
I can almost taste it:
the sweet regret on your lips
I can almost taste it:
one last guilty wish
I can almost taste the immolation
Feed this fury
Fervors multiply
Oh you held on for so long
but it transformed
And you did not recognize
it’s new form
But it’s all ash now
Yeah I can taste it
And it’s seemingly endless
You can erase it and destroy the evidence
Cuz if you can’t emulate them, then immolate them
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2. |
Icicle
04:41
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Do those vasectomies
make you feel less manly?
Is it fallopian
or utopian fantasies
That fill you with
A longing-ness
to re-create
a DNA strain
Magnetic Fields
Positively charged ions
potent potables may enhance the force
I need some facts I can rely on
Like, for instance, well…
a collection of cells
holds infinite potential
beyond experiential
And gravity
has no duality
And sorrow
Can become much too normal
Magnetic Fields
Positively charged ions
potent potables may enhance the force
I need some facts I can rely on
get your hands off me you don’t respect the power of this body
you can’t even look me in the eye when we {cuddle}
How’d I get stuck?
I thought I was beyond cliches and such
But you don’t get me
And I’m disturbingly content
With not being seen
These synapses
Have had no relapses
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3. |
Transplant
02:18
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4. |
Temper Tantrum
03:18
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Chronicling envy-worthy lives
Creates heavy, dawdle-loving sighs
Exclamations with no points
Seek out the self-unaware and anoint
Chorus
Oh despite insight and intuition
I still have such stubborn inhibitions
that leave my tongue so still
when I know
My voice longs to heal and let go
This temper tantrum
Could become the national anthem
It conveniently overlooks
The harder, more pressing truths
And if there are any objections
The chorus crescendos with aggression
If there is no rhyme or reason
To these obvious treasons
Are we guilty?
We are guilty by association
Chorus:
Oh, despite insight and intuition
I still have such stubborn inhibitions
That leave my tongue so still
When I know that
They don’t have the confidence
They don’t lack the confidence
The don’t have the confidence
Nah, they don’t lack the confidence
To make any real kind of changes
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5. |
Green Children
05:00
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The hue unusual
The language strange
Origin conceptual
Dimensional strain
No sunlight
And everything’s green
Photosynthesis
Still processing
…….Baptized…...
…….Canonized….
When I reach into it how my hand does softly glow
I can feel the possibilities of depths we do not know
The urge to dive can’t be described words would make it sound trite and contrived
UnBaptized
UnCanonized
(repeat)
They took all the good from me
Tossed it out haphazardly
I have No name No family
No country No History
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