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saferoom
01:35
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rest behind these walls
take your time
heal your wounds - you'll be alright
i'll keep you safe
saferoom.
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static screen solution
03:05
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open, writhe in pain
closing, seethe again
staring at the burned in image on a static screen
i am not you, you are not me
two faces hold one thousand thoughts, exposed for all
a cold, damp vessel that craves the warmth
reach and climb
into your chest and hold your arms out farther
do you decide to accept forgiveness?
or to fall through a river of papercuts?
nurture the seeds in which you've sown
to create a new embodiment of hope
why do you listen to the noise?
hissing echoes of hate that slither up your spine
they slither up your spine
reach out
into your chest and hold your arms out farther
do you decide to accept forgiveness?
or to fall through a river of papercuts?
nurture the seeds in which you've sown
to create a new embodiment of hope
this is for you - for once, for you.
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moulded by the spiral
02:42
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glass starts to crack
shapes start to form
neurons fire and fracture thought
like a skull being shattered by one hundred hammers
as i stare into my eyes
they have lost all warmth
from all the tears i've cried
scratching
gnawing
fell through the mirror now i can't crawl out
pulling shards from my cortex
i can't bare to do this anymore
as i stare into my eyes
they have lost all warmth
from all the tears i've cried
scratching
gnawing
fell through the mirror now i can't crawl out
moulded by the spiral
separate my soul and exile my flesh
i've become moulded by the spiral
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4. |
clipping angels wings
03:30
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convulsive
pulling against the strings
destroy the machine which lies beneath the skin
wishing for life - observing deconstruction
a body filled with pity - a body filled with hate
two images oppose to rebuild or self-implode
collapse violently inwards to suffer no more
hold tight, do not let go
clutching at fistfuls of thorns and petals
palms draw blood and eyes begin to well
swallowed to grow and pierce what's within
what an ungodly sight
like clipping angels wings
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theurgy (feat. signals)
05:21
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you have heard their voices scream at the top of their lungs
yet still your eyes avert their gaze
is it shame or apathy as you grind them between your greedy teeth?
a hunger's yearning within them all
a hunger yearns in me
to feast on gold flesh
will satisfy and radiate theurgy
through life is death - coloured by red
you have heard their voices scream at the top of their lungs
yet still your eyes avert their gaze
is it shame or apathy as you grind them between your greedy teeth?
their hearts burn as bright as a universe of suns
and as a new day dawns, they will stand with your heads held high in their hands
we will stand with your heads held high in our hands.
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