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Drenched
03:14
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Stand up
Go and get dressed
The coffin's overbooked
Stepping down in the drench
Oceans overtook
Tuesday you were cut up
Burning cold you looked
What took me so long?
I fall into you
Through you
My head plants in the ground
Without a sound
THEYSENDAMISSIONLIKEIT'SWAR
TAKEAFUCKINGPICTURETWISTITUP
ANDFUCKITUPANDTAKESOMEMORE
IREALLYMISSWHENITWASWARM
IREALLYFUCKINGMISSWHENIT
WASDIFFERENTTHANTHE
COLDINTHESKULL
LET'SGETTOGETHERDIGAHOLE
BREAKTHEFUCKINGPICTURE
ANDTHEWATERSITWILLHOLD
LET'SGETTOGETHERDIGAHOLE
BREAKTHEFUCKINGPICTURE
ANDTHEWATERITWILLHOLD
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2. |
Automaton
03:27
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Crescent soul the center sun
Mercurial, flawed body
Search is on forever above
Within bounds, tautly
Take my calmness
Internal!
Location
Sickle Saturn emerge
Automatic invocation
Second soul in my head
Specter falls and bonds
System solved; the answer's unknown
I was never alone
Waste my causes
Eternal!
Spacious mind
Sickle Saturn immures
Stiff seconds locked in his bind
Sacred ties
Oh, averted
Aimless eye
Still determined
Take my progress
Eternal!
Amnesia
Sever atom return
Back to the long daisy eye
Faceless light
Watch me burn
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3. |
Pay Yr Angels
03:44
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Glistening, listening age
One, two, three
Christening, christening rage
Made to please
Safe from shelter
Off to sleep
So pay your angels, well
So pay your angels, well
Epiphany, epiphany staged
Made to see
A symphony, a symphony escape
Just for me
Brave til skelter
On your knees
So pay your angels, well
So pay your angels, well
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4. |
Daylight On TV
02:05
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Plasma plagued themes
Something to bleed toward
Could it be
Daylight on my TV
Suffer in peace
We'll gather dreams for her
Sweet Marie
Hell-pass for a good deed
Cupped hands on knees
Just breathe forward
Not too deep
Grey eyes sail down grey streams
Cutthroat disease
Together we flee
Adventure for me
Daylight on my TV
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5. |
Mold
03:50
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Softly
Your adolescence stepping on your heels
Oddly
Enough I think I know just how it feels
Lovely
I watch you sitting still from the carseat
Molding hearts are still
I won't hurt anymore
One enchanted thrill
I won't hurt anymore
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
All the people dance
Take me take my hand
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Hold me make me still
Hold me make me still
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6. |
Wink!
04:32
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Still crow valley
Sun risen over
Don't walk out too far
Love recurring
I'm getting older
That's our favorite song
I sit around and groan
While you search and search for home
We'll ring around the rose
I like when you sing
From the backseat
I wake up too fast
Overlooking
In avoidance
That's the spell we cast
Dead iris of a faux
You're uninspired ghost
Has eyes i've seen before
Got slaughtered but it's not your fault
A forced tear that's hardly heavy enough
Fell online through paradigms are you stuck
A slow and steady a-gaze un-zooms
What lies far below the surface
Winks at me
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7. |
Light Eaters
03:57
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Karma pissed you off
So soft, watch
All the children watch
Semi-sacred
Semi-wasting clock
Vacant patience
Make it what you want
No cost
Living by design
To kill the noise
Heavy metal shrugs
Dispel the light
Wandering with wasps
I stop, pause
Wonder what you are
Tender shakers
Dreamt I save them all
Shape eraser
Make me what you want
I'll watch
Living by design
To kill the noise
Heavy metal shrugs
Dispel the light
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8. |
After
04:16
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I could ask a million times
With crystal eyes
To start over
Can I act familiar
Pixels trace the skies
Oh, loaded
Back
After all I've hidden
After all I waited
After all I owe
I held out in vain
I fell out of disarray
And the more I lift away
After all I have
Nihilists painting knives
They're so hungover
I've got raptures on my mind
Until it's time
Oh, closer
Back
In a world I painted
In the one I wasted
In a word I'm fading
I open up the bottom
It shines
Revives
Intertwines
Everything at one time
Yeah
Stitching up this carcass
Passerbys cast light
A memory aligns
I felt it in the spine
Dancing in the ruckus
Pacified
Lullaby
Will eat you alive
What did you summon?
I watch it wake
I watch and wait
To rewind
A better day, a good time
Fated to the tide
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9. |
Whirlwind
04:11
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Soul untied
Panic mind
Anyway, I roam
I won't forget
While I'm away
I won't know
Why I'm below
White rose stands alone
Wide
Wild blood and the Sun
Amber love
Whirlwind
Blow me down
I'll fall away
Away, away, away, away
I would not emerge
I ran out of words
I was out of it
Away, a way out
I would not admit
I had a regret
I was out of step
I ran out of breath
I was crumbling
Away, away
Now
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10. |
Caught In A Smile
03:07
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Old split ends
I twist them til they fry
Then I cut them off in style
Never online
I'll be
Never uptight
I'll be
And I'll never bleed
Again
Intuition
I know that you're tired
We'll be strangers for awhile
Quiet inside
I'll be
Caught in a smile
I'll be
And I'll never bleed
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11. |
Hot Wheeels
03:51
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Ok
That's incredible
Who's that on the phone?
No name
Goth invisible
He sat all alone
Knows my name
My face turns blue
And aches for free
Soap water in my eye
A little devil is no surprise
Roaring in the commotion
Isn't it great
Celestial escape
Don't let them take it
Hey
Just a minute can it wait
Can we look the other way
In a sentimental state
I can see it in the blade
I can see you in the blade
No way
So umbilical
Side of the road
Crow face
Roadkill digital
He sat all alone
Knows my name
My lips turn blue
And ache to please
Salt water in my eye
A little devil is no surprise
Roaring in the commotion
Isn't it great
Celestial escape
Don't let them take it
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