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unwilling demise
02:08
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cerberus is chasing me into your sanctuary.
i’ll be your unwilling demise.
in your power, take from me effects of anthropocene. we’ll see its unwilling demise.
while i do fear your energy, i do not fear the effigy, even as i watch it burn.
i don’t got any confessions left to make anymore.
as soon as the sun starts rising, let’s blackout on the floor.
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free
03:21
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moth eyes, staring down fireflies, buzzing down the path with you. it’s changing everyday. puts me in a state, yea.
fear you now. love you when you straighten out. tired of this bull shit. tired of this state. got me driving stakes through you.
Jesus robbed the light. now the hour’s late and we’re safe through the night
cobwebs, bury me another time. i wanna walk back with you and see this all a different way. yea, I’m in a state, yea.
look at this object in the palm of my hand. yea, it burns a hole through it. stigmata burning through. got me driving stakes through you.
Jesus robbed the light. now the hour’s late and we’re safe through the night.
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tape
03:04
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lie on the carpet in the apartment séance. you’re right on target. i feel so guarded. pray for me.
danny’s coming through and taking pictures of you. i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera. in stereo view, it’s such a picture of you. yea, i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera
tape on the carpet, snake in the garden. wait for it. pissing the carpet, you fucking varmint. pray for me.
danny’s coming through and taking pictures of you. i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera. in stereo view, it’s such a picture of you. yea, i wanna watch the tape fall out from the bottom of the camera
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nightmareland
04:44
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this sure looks unfamiliar, speeding down the causeway over the abyssal expanse. i sit and count the splinters buried in my right hand lifts my right hand up. calm me down, baby, move your fingers through my hair like nectar. honey dripping down through leaves. shoreline looks unfamiliar, cruising down the jetty where the gods interfered with the land. i will repent to deities. they bring me suffering i must have begged for. out of second chances and the wet nurses won’t feed you nectar. baby, that’s just rock and roll. row of pillars in the ocean. relic of the past built to quell the eternal abyss. powerless to stop anything, they bring me calmness and they bring me fever. get me going, baby, run your fingers through my hair like nectar. blood dripping down through leaves. shoreline looks unfamiliar, swimming with the fish and the sharks and the fetid corpses. i sing your praises, deity, for when the west was born, it signed its death wish. out of second chances and the wet nurses won’t feed you nectar. baby, that’s just rock and roll.
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portrait of self
02:52
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it just went til it stopped – a cannonball wedged between the rocks. i can pick it up all by myself, defending our fortress in hell.
look at the camera. see who protects it. your portrait of self. captured forever, if not worn by the weather. your fortress of self.
(indiscernible)
this cannonball doesn’t stop. lie to my friends like the cops and I’m picking up hay by the bale. defending our fortress in hell.
hallucination of gustatory nature. the cold, slimy pill. captured forever on the weight of a feather, your portrait of self.
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among trees
03:14
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a sapphic connection. your charm of protection wards off the violence of commodity. we are among trees.
spectral obsession, climactic confessions. phase in and out through the walls of autonomy. we are among trees.
love is a portal, we are only mortal. handsome in the way that a woman is. we are among trees.
love is a portal and love is immortal, unchained from this earth and its laws of economy. we are among trees.
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policeman needs to know more. is this what i asked for?
under the starlight, where joy escaped, i bring the serpent of my heart to heel.
policeman needs to know more. i’m stuck on the headboard.
at least we have the stars. the pearly gates, within that mystic mirror, revealed.
policeman needs to know more. i hear voices at the backdoor.
vivid expressions of Christ love, buried within the stoic granite sculptures.
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candy
03:24
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it’s right. i know, it’s right, but it’s ending now.
there is a light beneath the light. tastes like candy, now.
it’s right. i know, it’s right, but it’s ending now.
enter the night, the silver night. it surrounds this house.
follow the light. it knows what’s right. shows us the sacred cow.
there is a light beneath the light. tastes like candy, now.
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sweetie Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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