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Closet Christian
02:31
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who am i and why does the devil reside (why does the devil reside?) who am i and how am i gonna jump off (how am i gonna jump off this time?)////
that emperor he knew it best how to make the devil FULL to set them all above a fire in the belly of the bull
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you are it: you are all the water i've found
you are it: you are all the water i've found
lying in the arid ground of my (head)
SEVER/SEVER/SEVER/SEVER/SEVER
i wish not to contribute to make the devil full//////to be set high above a fire in the belly of this bullshit, etceteretceteraetcetera
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First Heat
01:33
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(instrumental)
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Hôtel Prison
02:34
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Richard Zimmerman's got a backpack made of sticks and cross-eyed infants close their eyes to watch the purple dragonflies that eat the seasick who clench at grass and take up fistfuls.
Stop the bleeding!
Stop the presses!
Snipers sit on the eighth floor
Where the affluent businessmen
Are hid behind their bathroom doors
Just one floor up there's robbers locked down.
Philomena, Philomena
I just saved your soul this evening
Sneaking past sharpshooters' bullets
Sneakers strewn across the pavements
She said "why not?" and passed me her brain.
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PTSD
06:22
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"Ten days at sea."
That was the very last thing that you wrote to me.
That's all I could comprehend at least.
Sawdust fills my throat.
In the corner gathering dust in a light spring coat.
The big drops remind me I'm sane.
The little ones they don't do the same.
Said it'd be over soon.
Said that peace would be reached by the next full moon.
Two years ago.
I'm still a shell.
Cracked.
Into pieces on the sand.
We're never gonna win.
It's time that you come back home so we can be whole again.
There's a dull star serving as my companion.
We're never gonna win.
It's time that you come back home so we can be whole again.
Not complete.
But better off.
I promise you've done all you can.
I exist, only in you.
I exist, only in you.
I exist, only in you.
Glorious fall from the sky.
Glorious bombs from on high.
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5. |
Anomie Family Brain
01:14
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(instrumental)
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Salvation Apt.
03:52
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Not too bad, the bus. Now we're interlocked. How quickly locked beneath, I can hardly breathe. I hope we transfer out before we go too far. Not that I have ever been, I'm just too neophytic to this dimly lit and brand new noise. I hope you know where you're going as of now. Shallow sings my breath and plus the sky is getting darker you are dimly lit, so dimly lit. You are laughing hard, I hear it in your head. I feel it in your grin. Paralleled. I hope this isn't far enough into nowhere. I need a hand to hold, it's so black and growing frigid, so I emulate in greyscale. The proof we have arrived, is glaring straight ahead. Crawling up the stairs with tired feet and just might be OK! Salvation in cheap clothes, all aligned in quick rows.
You are laughing hard.
I hear it in your head.
I feel it in your grin.
Paralleled.
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