1. |
twenty-sevens
03:44
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i will never be here the same again
i can’t feel the passing amber
like a halo overglow
i can’t feel the street lights reaching
like a neon undertow
the moon is never full
as much as i want to be so
circle the flaws
cut where they overlap
i will never feel the same again
i still think about those 27's
and watching the smoke slow
look at us dissipating
yeah, that was so long ago
no self control
inherited violence exposed
another blacked out episode
an open circuit fever
a blown fuse society
made you nonbelievers
a blank slate anxiety
voices turn to slurs
hey, do you wanna come over?
the laws of purity blur
a holy silencer
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2. |
Coming Home
02:32
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you left as a stranger, that said without me you’re dead
you left as a stranger, like it was all in my head
can’t get the grit out my teeth
it’s getting harder to breathe
finally gone,
the days of coming clean
of doing this for me
of feeling complete
straight to the pulmonary
talked about doing better, i can’t get out of my head
you left as a stranger, heart bled, raw red
the low hum of a coward
why i wake up in your house, instead of my own
why i wake up in your house, feels like i’m coming home
sit and talk for hours
why i wake up in your house, instead of my own
thank you for the tears, they feel like home
can’t get the grit out my teeth
it’s getting harder to breathe
finally gone,
the days of good grief
the reactionary
the gray in between
i’m the fucking disease
you left as a stranger, that said without me you’re dead
you left as a stranger, i made you up in my head
talked about doing better, i can’t get out of my head
you left as a stranger, heart bled, raw red
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3. |
A Dark Tourist
04:25
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i’m a ritual suicide
with sun-bleached
piercing
salt sting eyes
i drop out at the red light
reminds me of the interstate
heavy traffic in my brain
couldn’t understand your pain
only knew how to walk away
had so much anger of mine, it was grief
had so much anger, found out it was me
where can i put it all down?
i’m a ritual suicide
with sun-bleached
piercing
salt sting eyes
i drop out at the red light
I drop out into the blinding light
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4. |
French Exit
03:06
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a sinful obsession
to keep myself idle
rather shatter the glass
than become the disciple
no saint of the 'nary
scale the sides of my ego
spit it out
i'll never stop spitting in your mouth
the harm behind a glass
a fragmentary blue
carry me through
your exit wounds
i don't care about your state of denial
cause i'm sittin' by the window with a saucer and a smile like
what's next, what's left, what's sex, was this death or just a test?
i don't want to be the dust settling
a colorless view
when there's nothing left of me
and i still stare when there's nothing left
(i got mine, but i want more)
and I'm still there when there's nothing left
(i got mine, but i want more)
what’s my violent equivalent
where’s my violent equivalent
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5. |
Burn Blue
04:10
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it’s easy to critique
from the comfort of your blue lit screen
got lost in your forum feed
all i want
a dream sequence speech
the internet is a guillotine
for every botched, echoed thought
all i want is some relief
burn blue
a taboo salute
the suffocating atmosphere
the clutter of design
signs of repetition seen a thousand times
threats of impermanence,
of what we leave behind
the mind asleep
i roll my eyes to the screen
it all repeats
evenly spaced rings
its easy to critique
from the comfort of your blue lit screen
get lost
a dream sequence speech
the internet is a guillotine
for every botched, echoed thought
all i want is some relief
i am the messenger of discomfort
with words on decline
waged war on contentment
a black landscape traces the skyline
it all repeats
find a release
a black landscape traces the skyline
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6. |
Tone
03:09
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shedding old forms, exposed impurities
there’s so much to say but you won’t remember
a scorched earth policy
we interrupt with a regularly scheduled apology
no cache for the cold cuts
a sensory waste behind us
and all i can hear is your tone
and i went off on my own
there’s so much to say but you won’t remember
and all i can hear is your tone
if that’s how you want to drink, we shouldn’t drink together
and i went off on my own
(contaminate me)
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7. |
The Nerve
02:14
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we were in the garden
fingers wading in the soft black
there’s broken glass in the kitchen
blood smeared on the floor
here i am stuck to the lies told on my fucking porch
house parties that keep me starving
all the thoughts that i stopped guarding
with everything to forget
on the block of sin tonight
with everything to forget
here i am breaking bottles in the lot again
feeling out this nerve drain skin
and i run into you again
new memory, old cassette
with everything, to: [ ]
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8. |
slack-jawed
01:42
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9. |
Kiss and Choke
01:30
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i talk through a broken jaw
never sure how the words will come across
my temper spits, tomorrow’s hits
i came so close, another torch song
i held the match too long
i kissed it and i choked
i came so close, i kissed it and i choked
your throat blows smoke
kiss and choke
is it getting heavy? what else will you bury?
is it getting heavy? who else will you bury?
i talk through a broken jaw
i’m back where i belong
with my love taking cover, a turbulent structure
yeah, back where it belongs
kiss and choke
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10. |
Brutalist
06:00
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watch this space unfold and surround you
you didn’t leave
it left you
out of view
turned these homes into forbidden spaces
changing names, changing faces
memory traces
an uneasy peace held sways
a sunrise drag
through the edge of the frame
memory sustains
watch this space unfold and surround you
you didn’t leave
it left you
out of view
a closed captioned love
changing frames, erased
gets lost in blank spaces
lean into pain
imagine the decay
a lean into pain
against a brutalist architecture
watch this space turn cold around you
concrete dreams
all of you
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