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oh no, i hear you coming down my hall
no prints left behind
stiff neck, first place you can find
vanity, i only hope to bleed
while we drag nails endlessly
on thick skin
eyes meet
pores open, my mouth wide
suck in
brown bag septic
clogs my silver phonic pyre
lord i pray
what it’s worth
clasp our hands
like we should
chin grant slit
of our veins
air it out
release reigns
happy to feed false memories
alter your sound and the riots won’t cease
reach for flesh at the top of the stairs
knowing well it comes to end
your dreams of fame and fortune
arise due to the plastic product
you derived
from work once great
that now lives a lie
but you don’t bat when
you mounte banks for hire
back to hesher black fates
they won’t hold your boots of pleather up
instead measure up
listen-
drag you through fields of glass
chins up, safety first
coats that you wish to wear
tales of boredom
spring forth and clench you some
ability and spine
whisper and purge the judge
ripened purloins
get yourself in to my radio
get your bis quick
you’re fucking with my dead collections
i happy drag them in
snap the neck off
and tie a pretty bow
this is where my gold bars rest at night
in pieces everything feels alright
grab a ticket, ticking wild ride
we don’t steer fear at any time
i don’t hear the lions move at night
i just twist my foot to lock it tight
you can bite, resist the weight, the knife
you can force fuck rape me if you’d like
field the questions from the children who are going to ask
clear the shelf, you know a little bit of dusting goes far
drop the carpet chopper cause i kinda cause a clutter call
in my head, of course, cause i know that you don’t really care
you’ve got records, i’ve just got a legacy to write
the shades of painted faces too bright
dripping over your quarter loafers
i hope your pockets lined with bullshit flectors
draw the crowd that will happy kiss you anyway
and pull it, pull it, pull it, work that shit
to skin and bone, you write your own
cause no one knows what heavy loads
my conscious holds when air it out
man truth me told
i won’t be caught dead
my quiet rooms
my glimpsing pictures of my corpse
oh, get dirt upon your knee
smile!
it’s such a pretty house to own
your platinum arches, you should know
buried opus
i’ll hold my own
and gaze from Hell
the gates of Hell might
swallow, build a safe home
i talk myself up again
i carve another hidden gem
i see what shit parades above
i hear the greenhorns rising up
feet are stomping through a drum in my bed
fuck sorry players
feet are stomping through a field in my yard
take a number and wait forever
you don’t tell me when the season surmounts ever
rather have you keep score for the leechers
you can’t tell me they don’t love to forgive
and berid the gossip,
praise my gifts
when i’m dead and gone
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2. |
Family Sun House
03:00
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black out the stage
the body surfs
sucking from a straw
better raw
getting off
to dimly lit crowds
earnest sounds
now bent
yellow
hacking up
bellow rounds
lent
to a bitch
it bites your craft
so sick
serious
delirium i’ll invite
so we can laugh in the mirror
watch me
watch me
hear me
hear me
cheer me
cheer me
embrace me
embrace me
touch me
touch me
pelt me
pelt me
cut me
cut me
kill me
kill me
kill me
kill me
sell me!
sell me!
sell me, bought my
purple tailored suit for
this night
all i wanted
gimme
your hype
it was round about three
when the curtain came down
everybody go home
i really need to wallow
in my hole alone
the things i’ll do for you
once did for me
now make a mockery of all that you see
stomp the rockery
and rape its beauty
blast the radio
fading old
loveless homes
of records told
fucking mold
jokes that really don’t say much of anything
ropes that constrict oh, just about everything
put up at night
another night
pull out outback
head towards the light
“hey!” he says
“you did real good,
i’m gonna take a pamphlet for my wife!”
“you should.”
deep down that is where it hurts me
reach down, don’t touch me where i’m yearning
1-2-3-4
fuck me if it’s understood
oh, you’re here to take what you want
make it
quick to kick face
as we leer upon the stage
and smile through pain
to ensure your grade A day
in the house of the sun
cop a glock to clog the snuff
headless children have fun
while the dancers trapped in cuffs
flop upon the floor, they’re getting old
we’ll stab and prod their oozing skulls
their talents coming forth nine fold
squirming genius, sinner’s fold
beg, for more
please beg us for more
my whole fucking life for them
it’ll wash upon the fucking shore
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3. |
Beatrice
04:34
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break yourself
lips to the sky
and sink all alone
she’s let you down
you woke up alone
your titled waves
bore down on her skin
godspeed.
why set our sights on burning seas?
she’s got one in the oven and can count until three
my travels into Limerence they proved uncanny for
waves of dead sheep
float upon my psyche
reach in the back
and pool my envy
reach in the back
and wield my interest
wake yourself now
hear them stirring
neath the floorboards
they’re splitting open
we all got something
it don’t mean nothing
when cancer lovers
grab hold, take over
wake up before you die
we can jump ship
you just slide upon the bow
to your God
i don’t really know him well
i can count heads
women and children
fall fast
don’t let them touch the radio
painting all alone
with the promise of a home
no shows for a ghost
get yourself together if you
want to have it all
Katrina deserves all
so she can desert all
on and on and on it goes
don’t you know what’s wrong
when you stay up all alone
craft pigment in your barn
oh up in flames, set it off, transfer blame, getting off
don’t you love the rush, i know
you’d check out for her touch, tend her
simple biting crush, for love
wake up
you’re dreaming
please wake up
we’re dreaming
in houses of sun
and sin
feel yourself dreaming
for more
and more, more, more, more, more.
get your pale tired self out my
kingdom where oils they should lie
your weight it’s done oh, sinking my
iron no more
oh, more, no more
more, no more
leaning off the edge of what we forged
to save what i really love
drowning with the piles
of wood built
by those who can understand
dead swans in the water
char black lesions
suck and fuck bleed
you killed him
for dinner
how could you
my beatrice
how i loved him
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