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Human Papilloma
02:37
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I'll be right here where you left me
Malodorous and doting
I can barely see your face
Through the doors around me closing
I'm fine, at least as much as I've been all along
Want you featured in my dreams each night
A cytherean challenge
To reach across the gulf of sheets
And reassure me falling
Asleep wondering what went wrong
(Chorus)
I used to think things couldn't be this hard
Like love’s a gamble worth the damage to our hearts
Like time could peel off our scabs and heal our scars
When scar tissue’s all we are
I'll be right here where you left me
My thumb sewn into my palm
I've gotten myself stranded here
At least till I can calm
Down, at least as much as I've been all along
If it takes the rest of my years here
To self-actualize
I hope I find the right response
My parents can be proud to have describe me
Maybe I could finally write that song
(Chorus)
I used to think things couldn't be this hard
Like love’s a gamble worth the damage to our hearts
Like time could peel off our scabs and heal our scars
When scar tissue’s all we are
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Crucifixion
02:49
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There’s nothing I want less than a cold 40 of old english
But if I don’t get some alcohol inside of me I might actually die
The walls behind me with bits of brain and viscerally
Shed my broken shell and leave this awful world behind
I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side
Ways glances up and down and all across the sterile ailes ahead
A false response to danger, an impending sense of dread(fully)
Afraid I don’t belong here and it isn’t just the unforgiving gaze
Of the fluorescent lighting fires in my head
I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side
There’s nothing I want less than to get loaded and embarrass myself
Consciously awakening afraid that I have ruined every
Thing is I’m pavlovially reacting to stimuli
My nervous system fried, relentless puppeting my meat
I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side
I think a roadkilled cat is a crucifixion, an offer at the altar of mankind
A retribution for the sin to dare to try to eke
A space for its existence in a world so cold and senselessly
Desiring to catch a glimpse what’s on the other side
There’s nothing I want less than a cold 40 of old english
But if I don’t get some alcohol inside of me I might actually die
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Locusts
02:47
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Human beings have been killing since before we learned to speak
To reach the peak of human progress, we’ll craft the technology
To kill the soil beneath our feet and make a graveyard of the sea
To manufacture room for something else to fill our vacancy
And lord, I know I’ll wax romantic in another place and time
About the beauty and nobility in all of humankind
But that’s just beauty like the louse’s beauty in the eyes of lice
Inside the limited perspective of our stupid human lives
To every creature we destroy, we’ll only ever be a blight
A pack of ghosts haunting the planet, howling banshees in the night
Armed with an economy designed to cheat and swindle
A holy quest from high to squander all of our potential
A comedy so sad that when you laugh the air turns black
From all the soot and toxic runoff trickling down the mountain paths
The truth is that we’re locusts with two thumbs and the propensity
To communicate through sound and symbol with such great efficiency
That we can mass produce machines that pointed at each other
Can propel in rapid motion hot lead into one another
We’re the apex predator that fit the planet in its mouth
And found the only thing left afterwards to consume was itself
And so, bewildered, we observe the frothing mad-men at the helm
Mouthing silently a protest that was meant to be a shout
And as the planet burns around us, we can’t help but crack a smile
Cause it was beautiful to live, if only for a little while...
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Pokin' Holes - Misery
03:54
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Pokin' Holes - Untitled
03:43
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