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Teeth Marks
03:39
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my arms are covered in teeth marks
from hypodermic bouquets
delivered on by the human pharmacy
my mind is lightyears away
i'm trying to fix my head
i'm trying to fix my broken brain
i'm trying to fix my head
i'm trying to fix me, so where is my fix?
my brain is covered in teeth marks
from hypodermic bouquets
try to reach me in hundreds of frequencies
but i'm just too far away
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2. |
Final Heaven
03:18
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cigarette lips dribbling chemical spills
cutting conjugal visions with careless incisions
soft shadows sing solemn soliloquies
nursing their mourning sickness
can we cut this circulation
can you stop your vivisection
cause youre right
youre right
youre right
youre right
i'll never learn my lesson
we're all living in a codeine dream
we're all living in a sanguine gleam
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3. |
Vermiforms
02:21
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vermiform colonies
writhing in lobotomies
terraform biology
with cruciforming archery
smoke your cigarettes
wash your conscience clean
just a doldrum daydream nation
wasting wishes on satellites
vermiform societies
cloaked in putrid piety
terraform psychology
with cruciforming sorcery
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4. |
Phantom Tantrum
03:14
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dressed in hand me down marigolds
your words taste like chemicals
this pollination is ripe
you peeled my skin like a knife
now you're picking the petals
singing old nursery rhymes
love me not, love me not, love me not, love me not
now you're picking the petals
singing old nursery rhymes
in aching overtones of skin
thrown out like old centerfolds
your words taste like chemicals
this altercation is ripe
you peeled me out of your life
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5. |
Obscura Vision
02:44
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a violet youth bruised in violent bursts
those gamma rays quench a violent thirst
cut off my hands
so i can drown so deeply in this blue light
and if you set the detonation sequence just right
a sea of dead letters marked "lets be friends"
obscura vision
maybe we could stop
obscura vision
increase the dosage so we shed all our skin
a violet youth bruised by violent hands
inside my eyes dulled by silent thirst
pull out my eyes
cause their contact seems to burn in the third degree
and if you set the detonation sequence just right
you're left a sea of letters burned in human hands
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6. |
Deep Space
04:34
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chasms form craters inside my head
hold me closer to the impact tourniquet
cut me open and count the rings
slipping in constant reverie
medications cease incessant dribbling
cut me open and count the rings
i am an echo
a dying crescendo
a coma in limbo
time just wont heal these dizzy wounds
its a lie, its a lie, its a lie
im feeling so much better
singing la la la la
im feeling so much better
singing la la la la
its a lie, its a lie, its a lie, im feelin fine
cut me open and count the rings
i forced a smile and stood up straight
felt the color drain from my dizzy face
tie the tourniquet around my brain
a wilted flower in a plastic boquet
chalk outlined cities broken veins
needle punctures track marks a healthy facade
tie the tourniquet around my brain
a wilted flower in a plastic boquet
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