1. |
Anthropocene
04:14
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flames lick the heels of
the forests where we used to play
so still and so serene,
now it's ashes to the breeze
no time for alarm.
fan the flames, pay their rent
salvation will be handed down
from a gilded room with
a monied man, who will catch us in
his diamond hands
with his piss drinking frown,
we all fall down
you can't just stand there holding your breath,
as the soil’s falling over our heads
so many idle hands
despite the death in the Holocene
planes dive to the gorge
can you feel the weightlessness
between their fragile wings?
mid day, blood red sun
are we supposed to believe
that the cure is the sickness?
you ask "are we about to die"
I don't want to know the truth.
and everyday I wake and bathe
in spite of our fate
with the earth, the wind, the water,
and this fire inside me
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2. |
Chapel Perilous
03:27
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What happens when you find divinity
in rejecting the divine?
When every map contradicts your own
You knew to be true
The years you spent hiding from prying eyes
What if they’ve found me now?
The shackles loose and there’s nowhere for you to go.
You’re on a path of thorns with nothing at the end.
Was all of this coincidence?
Or can it be explained?
Forced to my knees in chapel perilous,
I pray.
My empty palms outstretched,
Turned to a man in white.
Gambled my agency
For a little piece of mind
And what I need is a sign,
One that cannot be ignored.
At night I lay awake
Finding patterns in nothing at all.
Your knuckles burn white
While you cling to a lie you thought that you knew.
You’d do anything to prove your point of view
You have to kill the thought before it tells on you
What will the world be when you make it through?
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3. |
Involuntary
02:55
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Years I tended to your unkept garden,
prayin somethin’ blooms
Your pages blank, you’re worn from bein’ shut,
your binding’s loose
I should say something, but the words land soft,
Like a punch thrown in a dream,
Where your teeth fall to the floor,
It’s all that anybody sees
I hold it in till I turn blue,
Swallowing a scream
I try to face it, but I’m a runaway,
I’m too scared to be seen
I’d give anything not to be given away by
Involuntary things
But I’ll laugh,
And I’ll burn burn burn right through these rosy cheeks
You’re such a fuckin’ coward,
Hidin’ in the bathroom stall
You’re sinkin’ babe, who’s taking your power?
Stand tall, eye-fuck em all!
But we can thank my god, my christ,
Oh what a guy,
Taught me to be the apple of my daddy’s eye,
Did I learn to love or hate myself?
Feel, lust, ignore, suppress,
Repent, repent!
I hold it in till I turn blue,
Swallowing a scream
I try to face it, but I’m a runaway,
I’m too scared to be seen
I’d give anything not to be given away by
Involuntary things
But I’ll laugh,
And I’ll BURN BURN BURN BURN BURN
BURN BURN BURN
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4. |
Night Terrors
03:23
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Cemented to the bed I find
A voyeur fade into the guise of night
I’m frozen as the
Vice grips squeeze tight
But in the knick of time
Dead eyes shoot open but I
Can’t wake, no I can’t shake this feeling
That I’m stuck inside
I always see you when I sleep
You lie in wait in shadows at my feet
I’m under your spell
Or is it your hell I’m stuck inside?
Do you dream in black and white?
Or does terror color scenes behind your eyes?
The day breaks and I know
All will be fine
But if live or die
It makes no difference if I
Can’t wake, and I can’t shake the feeling that
I’m stuck inside
I always see you when I sleep
You lie in wait in shadows at my feet
I’m under your spell
Or is it your hell I’m stuck inside?
I always see you in my dreams
You know just where to find me
I’m under your spell
Or is it your hell I’m stuck inside?
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5. |
Simple Pleasures
04:05
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See you behind every mirror,
Behind a pretty face
I'm just a play thing in your hands
A rag doll thrown to the wall,
Shapeless on the floor
Waiting for someone to pick me up.
I breathe in, hold it in
Exhale and start again.
Breathe it in, hold it in
I'll fight it back till the morning light
What's it take to kill
The pain you've never been without?
When you know what you need
and just can't get it,
Stuck in place forever and a day
Simple pleasures come
muddled in static; the rind and the syrup,
more bitter than sweet
heavy on our tongues
Forever and a day
And in her forest of discord,
I'm just the wailing ghost,
Of a hiker lost long ago
Frozen in my despair
While I sift through the brush,
I seek a clearing that's long overgrown
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6. |
Wild Expectations
03:42
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Always so hungry for love
Leave no room for the unknown
I know it’s not really fair
Expecting anything more
All that it took was a touch,
I unravel as you unfold
Disrupting all that I know to be
Trigger happy with self pity,
Delusions grander than all the seven seas
Rabbit’s out of the hat
My imagination’s playin’ tricks on me
Can’t keep spendin’ all my time
With wild expectations in mind
Always something I can’t see
That pulls me from reality…
Can’t say I didn’t know,
But I can’t say I didn’t try
Can’t say I’ll kill the illusion
Living someone else’s life
Can’t keep spendin’ all my time
With wild expectations in mind
Always something I’m missing
That holds me to reality
I spend so much time in my head,
Screamin’ to myself,
But I want it!
But I need it!
Why isn’t it mine?
Insatiable thirst for what lives
Endlessly inside of my head
Try to talk myself out of it,
But it’s takin’ everything that I have
I’m stuck in a dream that’s playing over and over again
Im stuck in a past
That never lasts
No, it never lasts
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7. |
Taste of Blood
03:36
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