1. |
Dance Song
05:16
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I can see your
mouth twist straight into the absence
Of a pile up
As I stencil regrets from
Twenty-seventy
Across your apologetic
Face, spitting mirages of futures
Snap the sun from
Positioned at twilight to twelve
Noon aim your hands
To take a shot at prewritten
Memories fueled by
By an ocean masking
Cracking fading pulsating words
Veins like branches
Sprawling with a rigid tightness
Preserving life, but nothing more
Now wordlessness has transparency
And the echoes of their silence reaches your feet
Like September sea dragging a body
Stuffed with feathers
Scattered ashes
Of a spirit heading for the pines
These trees just go
From twisted Norwegian pines
To dense arctics
They demand their final concessions
Pour hail out their
Knots they relinquish their little
Remaining life leaving shells of trees
Automated
Streetlights they’re divided by
Chain link fences
Shielded by rusting steel tarps
Light protects you
From the whispered sensational words
Of bugs that haunt you
When I die promise me
You’ll mix my ashes in with burgundy paint
Turn me into some relic of some past lifetime
Lifetime
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2. |
Shell
08:53
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I don’t know how you sit so still
With a stare detached from leech-like thoughts
Your creasing skin is caving in
As blue light burns blind your eyeshot
I don’t know how you talk like that
With phrases pushed past a tight clenched jaw
Eat your dinner say a goodbye
Out the front door just for one night
Text your friends about the end
Turn on the TV again and again
The streetlights are the only stars left and they’re blinding
Every hour is a wasted night
Your light has blinded my eyes, I cannot see anyone or anything
Every word is an aching breath
We’re covered in eyes those only see outward
I hate your shedded stretched out skin
They’re blinded when turned in, I cannot perceive
And yet I’m still slipping into your shell
I don’t how to scrape off what’s stitched on
An uneven patchwork running down my arms
Stiffness surround my words until they’re mute and soundless
I don’t know how to live by my word
To thicken the thread and do what is right
I tried to collect my vines, truly
But maybe I’m just hollow on the inside
The streetlights are the only stars left and they’re blinding
Every hour is a wasted night
Your light has blinded my eyes, I cannot see anyone or anything
Every word is an aching breath
We’re covered in eyes those only see outward
I hate your shedded stretched out skin
They’re blinded when turned in, I cannot perceive
And you are still slipping into your shell
Slipping into your
Shell
Slipping into your
Shell
Slipping into your
Shell
Slipping into your
Shell
All I know is that I’m slipping into your shell
I’m slipping into your shell
Your split skin erupts inhibition
Just cough and swallow the phlegm, cough and swallow the phlegm
We’re here right now
For a little bit
We’re here right now
For a little bit
We’re here right now
Just for a little bit
We’re here right now
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3. |
Evren's Interlude
01:45
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When I die
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4. |
Reciprocator
04:19
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I need a coil in my head
It’ll help me become
A mirror of your temperament
A springboard for your judgements
Cause that’s all you ever wanted
Under the urgent street light
Our feet rest a foot afloat
Your reflexes deflecting
Hope and headache in a senseless war
Where understanding is a tired chore
Just listen to me
Pick your head off the floor
Imagine if my fingers
Took the shape of my mouth
I could spit obscenities
And type a stream of stuttered nonsense thoughts
I need a coil in my head
It’ll help me become
A mirror of your temperament
A springboard for your judgements
Stars on strings, new buildings
Tear apart the sky
Start the car
And Leave the Low-end out of it
Kill the hum that runs down 501
We’ll park in the tall grass and meet our friends
Let’s lose the need for our heads
Let's lose the need for our heads
I’m trying to come down on the coil
And become a reciprocator
I’m trying to come down
On the coil
I’m trying to come down on the coil
And become a reciprocator
Come down
Reciprocate
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5. |
(Forward) Invertor
06:18
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6. |
Nathan's Interlude
03:07
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7. |
Bloodstained Floorboards
03:30
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Your dull voices seep through
Carved wooden booths covered
Stained by washed out paint
Live old die unhappy
Breathe with brains out your ears
Do exactly as you’ve been trained
Never let go cling to
Each fleeting moment don’t you
Lift your finger off record
Cause we’re here now just till we bleed through the boards
Your mouth twists as I stencil
Regrets from twenty-seventy-two
Across your face
Every lane below you's plagued
By standstill traffic still
You float above an empty interstate
You don’t know how you’ll end
Stuck in a social hour
With the crickets in your mind
You’re on the moon not dictator of the tides
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8. |
AM Radio 270
09:25
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Melting metal spine holds its chest to breathe once
Tell me a lie and drag it through the cold months
Deep inside your skin runs a framework
Connected to the molten heart
Plant your feet below a neon sign
The only refuge from the backrooms of your mind
Is out there in motion
You don’t move you’re still in line
Still in line
(Melting metal spine)
You’re a dry mine
(Static choking eyes)
Stuck in constant slide
Scrap metal skin hugging radiator lungs
Your knees held by these rusting bolts have sunk
And a saw blade stomach rips right through your corpse
Or an unfeeling body that still feels sore
Your skin seeps through the sidewalk
It left your bones to climb skyward
I know you don’t know
You’re stuck in static motion
AM radio
Tuned to two-seventy
Waves disguised as static
You’ve got no notion
Gears grind
Greased up to avoid stops
(There’s something about this place, there’s something under its face)
Rusted sheets
Trap water in their pockets
(The ground is trying to erode, the earth is trying to explode)
The sidewalk shifts as your shoes sit still
The late carousel is pointing downhill
Smoke rising from the sewer grates pushed westward by the wind
The world is a looping radio show
Forever unfinished
Your skin seeps through the sidewalk
It left your bones to climb skyward
I know you don’t know
You’re stuck in static motion
AM radio
Tuned to two-seventy
Waves disguised as static
You’ve got no notion
It’s not fuzz it’s voices
Speaking forgotten
Syllables making
Fading words an ocean
Your ribs step starward
You think you’ve found a way
To get away but you’re
Stuck in static motion
You’ve got no notion
That the ground moves beneath your feet
You’re stuck in static motion
You’ve got no notion
That the ground moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Moves beneath your feet
Fabricated nights
Dull texts in straight and bold fonts
Still spewing lies
Didn’t miss you through the cold months
Please feel around my skin
I swear there’s something, there’s something to give
I feel exactly the same way
Every ever fading day
I see exactly the same grays
Every over prolonged day
I see exactly what I’m worth
A trespasser on home turf
A roadmap to all that’s erased
Vacant eyes pale lifeless face
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