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Inborn
05:09
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Hypodermic fingertips pierce with impunity,
the world bends and folds to a new reality,
Burn the sails and watch the tide rip.
No lords, masters or chains to consistency
Imposed bondage through privilege and safety.
Shout from the towers.
We are one and the same, deep in the dirt.
Sharing the flames with each breath,
They burn us together. Tie us forever.
Look in the mirror of history, I am you, you are me,
mix cells in solitary’s repetition.
Life has poured it’s tar on all of us, self-inflicted none the less,
bind hands, lock lips, swap skin, reborn. I am you, you are me birth/animal/death.
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The 5 Headed Boy
04:32
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Egos farce, is a face, worn most.
Drenched dry, brittle boned.
Chairs made of straw, constant build, constant fall. Born into moulds, seasonally old, when pride is the rule, no truth can be told.
Rust bitten and orange soft. Alone.
Shaped with no guiding hand, weak clay
Suffocating, starving, open mouths need feeding
Oh won’t you burn down your home
Every path is a fight, no emotion unfurled.
You don’t think you just say.
Words like nails, crucify every way.
You don’t get it do you.
And you never will, Will you, I will you.
It must be hard being blind to yourself.
When the flesh falls off, and a scared child is revealed
No one up. No one down.
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Dredging the shallows of self-loathing seed
Yield the crops
Handfuls of red sap, coat, your flesh
Dry in the sun
Shedding your skin through the death throes of time.
Be reborn. Love in sunlight.
Leave pity, abandon lost sight
Hang your head high
With the lynch rope of life
Grow your armour thick
And smile a smile as you bathe in it.
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Host eggs under the skin,
rot in the wood
Hatching relentless, entitlement boundless
Warm blood, Cold hearts, black earth,
nailed to the board since birth
Race. Home.
When, the golden, Sun burns, Out.
When, the darknesses, hands, close, around.
In one end and out the other
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Self-Healer
06:03
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Who am I to say
Whats a lie or play
Carbon dioxide breather
Mirrors line the day
Curtains refuse to stay
Open
Shadows illuminate
Your landfills shallow state
Cauterised self healer
Animals running the slaughter
Limbless bodies holding the axe
Carbon dioxide breather
Cauterised self healer
A brittle spirit creates brittle things x10 { seeds are buried
In frozen ground
petals weak
Roots so cold
dragging bodies
down into mud
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6. |
Bastards Lament
03:06
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Parched Ground
Forming your path
Decay
Blunting your tools
Decay
Felling the days
Falling away
Paper
Folding around
Me
Siamese Candles
Dance a
death
inside me
Lay up in a posture of slow decent
cut out all the parts, of me
swimming in concrete
cut out the demons, tongue
digesting the earth
drive out the sullen spirits
and lift the curse
fasting to expire
any lasting tire
to breath the fire
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The Noble Rot
10:34
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We plaster out bones in the soft sinking sand.
Let go.
Blood let ourselves to the dry rotting ground.
Sleep walk.
Tie our hopes to the changing wind.
Open palms.
Clouds of flame grow, build their temple around you(X2)
Jump the liar’s rope
Eye’s up, eye’s down
Drink earths sound
Sit up and bare your crown
Burn your energy(x4)
Conjuring, Ghosts
Calling, The past
Ride the nature of all things,
Transfigure..
Bird’s claw, birds feather, their bite
is better
Liar’s rope
Eyes down
Bare your crown
Burn your energy
Inhale
Exhume
DON’T- HIDE
IN- THE
SHADE
DRINK- MOUTH
FULLS- OF
PAIN
WASH- YOUR
SELF- IN
FIRE
BROKEN- BONES
MEND
STRONGER(together)
IN- HALE
EX-HUME
LIFE
EX-HALE
IN-HALE
ALL
BURN-YOUR
ENERGY
GALLOP-THROUGH
THE-NOBLE! IN-HALE! EX-HALE!
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