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LAYERSUNDERLAYERS
02:57
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sleep
lying under the layers under the layers under the layers under the deep
locked up inside of cages inside of cages inside of cages inside the keep
looking before the moment before the moment before the moment before you leap
one, then ten, then hundreds, thousands more
nothing like the things you’re looking for
turning around the corners around the corners around the corners around a dime
something within a symbol within a symbol within a symbol within a sign
hidden among the fragments among the fragments among the fragments among the mines
one, then ten, then hundreds, thousands more
nothing like the things you’re looking for
nothing like the ones that came before
biomechanical work of art
butterfly valve inside my heart
get a good grip and rip apart
go and try it again, go and try it again, go and try it again, go and try it again
never had a chance, not from the start
listen for the things i tell you, hark
climbing aboard a vessel aboard a vessel aboard a vessel aboard an ark
diving below the water below the water below the water below the dark
leaving without a remnant without a remnant without a remnant without a mark
one, then ten, then hundreds, thousands more
nothing like the things you’re looking for
nothing like the ones that came before
biomechanical work of art
butterfly valve inside my heart
get a good grip and rip apart
go and try it again, go and try it again, go and try it again, go and try it again
never had a chance, not from the start
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Red Lead Roses
01:36
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strung up by the wires just to make a liar’s pact
divination dire for a gun-for-hire hack
bleeding from the briars, taken under by her act
fire at the garden and the garden fires back
are you still breathing, can you still see?
tearing up flowers, cutting down trees
choking on vines and biting down leaves
living off lies and dying off dreams
tricky pick of thorns, getting cut up by the prick of it
stick it to the thicket, go and get into the thick of it
listen to this bicker fit, get a little sick of it
have it bound in wicker in a written-in indicavit
are you still here or have you gone back?
dragging your feet, stop dead in your tracks
cardiac crimson, immolate black
lying in a lead-lined porcelain plaque
cannonades, cavalcades, promenades, more
playing dumb games, all to settle dumb scores
winning dumb battles, all to lose a dumb war
scattering corpses, skeleton corps
do you still wonder, do you still feel?
does it all matter, is it all real?
edifice golden, carapace steel
turning your tungsten winter-kill wheel
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Ms. Molybdenum
01:53
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data corrupted, dividends gone
digital deadbeat, daggers all drawn
paying off debts for a duel at dawn
nullified threats for a petrified pawn
metal mask on, beckoner bound
mimic of a man-made battle-bade hound
live fire trial with a file not found
marking down miles in a dreadnought drowned
tearing through tangles, kicking down drones
wire grip handles over my bones
microchip mantles, silicon clones
nobody knows, nobody knows
something all mangled, something in pain
something in shambles, give it my name
sticking lit candles into my brain
nothing to gain, nothing to gain, nothing to gain
all of my features, none of my gall
bodies all buckle in a bareknuckle brawl
slamming thick skulls through a firebrick wall
nothing on disc, nothing installed
nothing at all hiding under those mugs
nothing but bodies with brains full of bugs
nothing but lead-veined single lane lugs
suckers all swallowing hollow-point slugs
tearing through tangles, kicking down drones
wire grip handles over my bones
microchip mantles, silicon clones
nobody knows, nobody knows
something all mangled, something in pain
something in shambles, give it my name
sticking lit candles into my brain
nothing to gain, nothing to gain
do you feel safe behind your big screens?
do you know what molybdenum means?
beating back hundreds of your machines
making a scene, making a scene
i can take every one of your pawns
bullet-brain vultures, bodywork sawn
seagulls and bombs, whatever you want
bring it all on, bring it all on, bring it all on
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