1. |
Nothing
03:28
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The pavement's weeds are bending in the breeze
Nightmares rooted in the cracks again
Extending miles on a mother's leash
Captor, be still
I've opened the seal
Returned the sore bones and aches
Focused all the blame
Nothing will tear me down again
I'm at five corners on an optioned repeat again
Reprimanded cores flung to the sides of the street
I'm beaming brights at the audience up ahead
Captor, be still
I've opened the seal
Returned the sore bones and aches
Focused all the blame
Nothing will tear me down again
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2. |
The Apparatus
01:46
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Scabbard,
condemned,
killer of many blamed men.
Should our flesh escape the teeth of the law,
the contract aligned by the stars?
An installation of physics.
An imitations of balance.
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3. |
Sweat
02:35
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Treading on some line,
voice spills like molasses.
Stains spell what you really mean
when you're trying to breathe.
Mediating the fall,
sugar forms like dew.
Why don't you say what you really mean
when you're trying to breathe?
The temperatures rise,
the waters haven't taken you yet.
They'll do that in time.
You're seasoned to outlive the lies,
but your freedom just took it's own life.
You're burning up - I see the sweat on your brow.
So tell me, are you breathing now?
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4. |
Red
01:53
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Keep pulling out our own claws.
Shadowboxing gravity
in the holy name of Verticality.
Disrupt the ground.
Fell me to radio static,
white noise spikes.
A bed of nails
through abdomens,
ear drums,
binary tire treads visible as flesh.
Show me the waves against this backdrop.
Show me the waves like tire treads, the empiricist begs:
Why imagine the other side when you're among the bled?
Why imagine red when you're among the bled?
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5. |
Palm
02:49
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Nails hang bare. Messiah skipped town. Covered on airs.
I'm not awake.
I've waited down the bend,
why don't I see the waves?
I've buried deep the rind,
an open crown beside you.
I won't wake.
Please don't try.
The tomb is empty, unfulfilled.
This configuration won't allow open arms.
They remind of the ails of eternal life.
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6. |
Plague
02:49
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Retrieval.
The staff bows against your flesh.
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7. |
Liar
02:58
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A royal handshake to screw you away, stripped
into a faithful mutilation.
I've pleaded with lawyers.
I can beg with the best of them,
but still the day is sore.
A hallway night coerced to breeding.
There are no rooms we're not allowed.
Never ending bills,
daunting like teeth marks.
You lied to me.
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8. |
Chains
02:14
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9. |
Entry Wounds
01:54
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Refuse is running the street.
Like well-worn prophets, shoulder deep.
Treaties threaten the apocalypse.
Cheek to cheek, we're all sockets at the ready.
This interim's expiring.
A collage of exclusives makes a mess.
Mind what you reject.
The promises: empty as your head.
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