1. |
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punching thru tunnel vision
focusing on a single thought
until my spine takes on
a different shape
how will I kno when I have reached it
and what will compel me to stop?
an aberration
syrupy
landing wherever it may
vicious and viscous
shouldering another change
I drag it around sometimes
big and bloody and dripping
a matter of attrition
battle victory defeat
in these shattered moments
the order means nothing to me
how will I kno when I have reached it
and what will compel me to stop?
pulling a tarp
over this tiny world
finding comfort in the cacophony
and the things I just cant see
big and bloody and dripping
I drag it around sometimes
big and bloody and dripping
I try to set it down sometimes
big and bloody and dripping
I carry it around sometimes
I try to set it down
sometimes
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2. |
mere minutes before
02:12
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that's where i'll leave it
where the clouds kiss
and the sky weeps
past the boarded up windows
and broken siloes
beyond where the tremors started
and the trouble began
where the flood slows to a trickle
where I spilled my last sip
beyond the palisades
and dilapidated doors
past the paranoia
and exaggerated pain
where the panick subsides
and the paint never dries
in that emerald pool
where the corpse floats
and you can see straight to the bottom
that's where I left it
stranded
but shimmering
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3. |
endless response
02:59
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hurling a globe of incandescence
pondering the golden sparks
pretending to be holy for a second
waiting for a response
when the small frame explodes
fragmented finish lines
covered in ice
and things I could never
ever identify
consider the source
twist the minut pleasure
jesus how could it have slipped by?
how did I let it slip by?
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4. |
sufficient grace
02:31
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spent the day in ecstasy's infancy
tying ribbons around something
once sacred and saccharine
now just a sinking sentiment
spent the night
in cautious reverie
making head holes
so it all had some place
to go
practiced restraint
but still made the same
tired mistakes
you must take the first step alone
under stress and strain
thru stuttering swells
of the rush and roar
from the dizzying down pour
you must pluck it out of oblivion
and put it in its precariously
rightful place
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5. |
analogous
02:45
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6. |
no simple matter
02:28
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uncoiled to get tangled up again
prayer was out of the question
this required direct action
prayer was out of the question
this required direct action
bit down on whatever was closest
this is the refrain
but it's not true
this is the refrain
but it's not true
eschewed the dreams
the one where I was mighty
and the one where I was weak
the one where I was mighty
and the one where I was weak
uncoiled to get tangled up again
prayer was out of the question
this required direct action
this is the refrain
but it's not true
this is the refrain
but it's not true
eschewed the dreams
the one where I was mighty
and the one where I was weak
the one where I was mighty
and the one where I was weak
this is the refrain
but it's not true
this is the refrain
but it's not true
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on the tip of my tongue
struck deaf and dumb
it has always been a process
of respite and rapid fire numbness
pointless analysis
tiny notches
spilling potent potions
all illusory
all that I wanted it to be
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8. |
forced into place
02:33
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clutching something
brite and dreadful
sinking form
always whittled away
I stalled
to get my
point across
understanding
the dense and
muddled outcome
licking the whisky off my lips
returning to camouflage
once again
once again
I give into the possible ways
to wrap around
and the beautiful sounds
I can't make out
licking the whisky off my lips
returning to camouflage
once again
once again
I give in to the possible ways
to wrap around
and the beautiful sounds
I kno I can make out
I hear chimes
the clock strikes an invisible hour
haven't you heard
there's a flurry going on outside
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9. |
a fool's errand
03:48
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10. |
skull full of blood
02:16
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split my skull
sailed down my spinal cord
rested in my ribs
too tired to resist
pacified without a crutch
without a crutch
split my skull
sailed down my spinal cord
rested in my ribs
too tired
to resist
pacified without a crutch
without a crutch
split my skull
sailed down my spinal cord
rested in my ribs
too tired to resist
oughta knock me out
oughta knock me out
split my skull
sailed down my spinal cord
rested in my ribs
too tired to resist
oughta knock me out
oughta knock me out
oughta knock me out
oughta knock me out
oughta knock me out
oughta knock me out
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11. |
still offering warmth
08:03
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