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You Will Be My Enemy
02:06
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you who still continues on without shape, face or form
without sense or care
a character of top well-being
birthed from sparks
with strands of undoing and flair
you will be my enemy
you won't be no friend to me
you will breath my every dream
you will suffer every scene
you'll know me
opposite the enemy
the horrid shrieks
counting every inch of crawling time
the trombone lows and sorrow streaks
feign illusion
fade and
fossilize
while upset heads somersault
supposing jerks
and accidentally arise into fickle heaps ushering no
measurement to decide
that
there won't be an end to me
there won't be a thing to bleed
no control of memory
just spirals, terror and misery
this you'll see
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2. |
Yesterday's Glow
03:55
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there's a road I don't know of
there's a hole in the water
there's a wide open night
there's a living breeze
I get so deep in these things
on such a road I've tripped and sputtered
overwhelmed by my heavy load
in such a breeze, that coils and clots
I've been deceived
in such a night, my heart expands
with errant fright
in such a hole I've been led away by yesterday's glow
no more glory
yesterday's glow
is tomorrow's haze stretched ruthlessly
a sideways glance tells me
I could have leaned easily
back then
but either place is dry as dust
it'll all be over soon
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Dying in the Box
02:58
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cross me one more time and you will get it
cross me one more time and you will get it
your green siren
your dream bile aching on the floor
I see it dying in the box
broken body crawl
yes,
I see us sighing at the same time
cross me one more time and you will get it
cross me one more time and you will get it
I see your dead end ruin
the way your teeth will turn to mush
the way they ate your fingers
yes,
I see your towers falling down
with the marrow sucked out
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Death Rattle
04:00
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the light burned down
void spreads her mouth
unearths her sex
and wets her earth
the endless ring
is death rattling
as we are released from the womb
her legs raised high
point toward those
violets of hope
the bleak shell of beauty
the gangrene gypsy
the gray illusion sealed in the tomb
crimson stains caked on her sheets
a dog-eared page to recall
when we know well
what was near and beating
soon enough will be gone
when I've abandoned all
and buried every sense
you will see me sinking clearly
into all of your shades
sifting through desire
in your room of covered walls
illusions
absent tunes and
shadows of the truth
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Forced Spirit Gate
03:30
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flies of the thin air and paper thin wind
dragged out of this vicious hell
the belly up third death
is brought on by god's breath
gashed skull
cracked shell
i reach your pretty face and skin
retreat from what i know and see
that which is my own invention
now see me coming for you in this heat
boiling with your roots underneath
drag you down into this hell...
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I Hate Every Movement
02:20
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i hate every movement
i see here from where i do sit
every flashing light
every pothole and pocket
and i hate to see your faces when i'm coming back around
and taking in this rotten air
and walking on this ground
next to me rests a face
i'm sure my heart does ignore
could be the face of someone close
my heart once adored
but i scraped her from my gums
and then i crumbled sentiment
broke the guitar
broke the drums
and whimpered no lament
i hate every movement
from over and across
within ten hallways of light
beaming glitz, grit and gloss:
A processed endless push
where silence is unknown
and no road tread
will ever lead to any place called home
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What's Out There?
03:01
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Thought I heard something whispering...
Thought I heard something withering...
Thought I heard something choking...
Thought I heard something moaning...
What's out there moving?
What's out there fading?
What's out there crying out and choking?
What's out there dying?
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The Link
01:39
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saw you standing in the doorway
saw you standing in my place
saw you standing in the doorway
where I once stood with nothing but hate
dressed up in black jeans
black shirt and
black socks
my face was green
and our fear had turned pale
saw her leaning against a pink shadow
heard the dog bark
and the flowers grow
saw a white orb descending upon her
and i could not stand to hear another word...
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Seven Things
02:38
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Seven things that don't know me yet
and seven more that do
Seven things that forced their way through the gray dead air
the gray dead air
Phantoms gathering the harvest of embers and ashes
of embers and ashes
Phantoms hissing the glowing language
through their sharpened teeth
through their sharpened teeth
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The Lost Hands
03:03
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don't take me back where i'm coming from
the hollow lonely whistle of a past wind of hate
anchor and press me
don't bring me back where i'm heading toward
i'm at peace sinking in
it's fine, i'm sure
they track me with their eyes closed
don't call back when i'm calling out
'cause i'll return unchanged and without regret
as long as their eyes follow beneath
where both of my hands try to grab at sides
that might never be
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The Ruined Frame
04:14
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i removed the lenses
i squeezed between two mirrors
i poked at my old corpse
choked up on the spirit
my old functions are severed
i'm trapped and can't get away
the voices reach sheer madness
when the wind is calm
collapsed buried deep
the family's ruined frame
the morning's cruelly vanquished
and the ending's clearly paved
i hit the end
until it hit me
i became like them
and i lost myself
the last and final brick wall
the family's ruined frame
i became like them
and i lost myself
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inside my patience is thinning
i'm at the end
at the edge
i'm at the brink
the moths are drawn to the lamp high above
a creature enters the nights
zombie dragging baggage and begging
a story
a tale
and a lie
who is the victim when the gun applauds?
who's the one with the most fear?
here's this creature of weakness
pity for him will be the spores of hate
eating away
lingering and sticking
digging in and sucking down
nothing new ever blows through
this tomb where the heart says, 'no'
shoot out the lamp
cover your neck
drink the poison and slip away
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13. |
Instrumental
06:08
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14. |
7,000 Corners
05:00
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you must be the dog
like the fridge
like the vent
that barks without entering
and leaves without friends
who moans in the night
with a mask made of ghosts
who growls in the corner
unnoticed in the sun
you don't know how you ought to go about knowing
you tried everything but you couldn't hold on
wired on words and the images they showed
moving upside down
now in upside down rooms
seems as though these thoughts are here to stay
a long unpackaged while
sleeping soundly with a blade
voices are turning
nervous nights
into suicidal vibrations
we'll never shake this off
i am not disturbed by your aches and your groans
they slide in slick with the grave of the world
they float face down in the bellowing river
drowned in the nature of nature itself
you my friend are taking off over
you my friend will return feeling well
this saturated plane seems full, seems all
but it falters
it stumbles
it wall fall
where you are headed there are 7,000 corners
gutted human scrap machines stacked thoughtlessly
trinkets with faces
and suits made of devils
and snakebites
and dry skin
and pistol whipped nightmares
there is no point, no purpose, no peak
don't bother keeping tabs or making documents
your memory is strong
just watch how it crawls
it doesn't seek early, late, truth or death
i forgot i was gone until i got back
i was pleased to find out that you'd been there too
in dreams that remain throughout the day
quick squawks of pain
that turn a corner with a fang
i saw what i thought might've been the break
it was at the end
on top
and to the left
channeled poorly and loosely connected
to the mystery of smoke
a sober shot of defeat
where you are headed there are 7,000 corners
gutted human scrap machines stacked thoughtlessly
trinkets with faces
and suits made of devils
and snakebites
and dry skin
and pistol whipped nightmares
where you are headed there are 7,000 voices
jammed junk heart machines turned inside out
infinite dead ends
bloated oxygen
bulging faces
and castrated prey
where you are headed there's only headache
one finger
one fragment
one pill
one jewel
we'll go together, we'll leave right away
in the place above god
in the place above time
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