1. |
Typo
02:54
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Walking around, don't you?
Walk around, look down
Face down hanging from wire
The shots in the distance
The shots I heard yesterday
Deregulated
Crawling softened
My memory won't forget
Lain on backwards world tripped
Won't forget her
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2. |
Éponine
05:13
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To walk the line
To walk into the fire
Step across the line
Into wild waterflow
Sleeping watercross
Nudged into shadow sewers
To run with the dogs
With the bears
With the hunting owl who owns your heart
Airflow obstruction in the windbars
You like the curfew
You like the taste of blood reeking from your lip
Stained liquid drops from a tube
Stars in rise
Galactic roof you dream of
Rise to the knives
An electric dumbbell
Silver plates to suck on
And get chroma poisoning
Wire benchmarking
Sold and soap in bloodlinks
The damned but lucky
Ragged enjoying
Your silent dreams in the gunpowder city
The city of ether to put you back
In the deadlike state of yours
Whispering over the many eyes
Of the cheaters and drainers of the limbo
That see you as sex profit
Heel drenched in mud
It's the pain of your lonely soul
Your ultimate lossmark and smiling
Someone else may reach
How did you keep going?
I ask in silica voice
You can't give many answers
But your memory is still there
Still waiting for closure
And the voices of your dream
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3. |
Warm Now
09:13
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4. |
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Shallow moon and shy metal bird
Together in the abyss
They explore the veil of broken glass
In harmonious dissonance
In contrast to the aging concrete
Of loveless desire
One fosters and other cares
Of unisoned connection
The blackend cloak of eery screaming
Worn by silent amnesia
There to haunt them lest they realize
How much has been left behind
And tunneling through hardended hearth
They might just come to terms
With the skyless roof of tenderness
That slightly warms at night
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5. |
Actually
02:53
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Eight suns shot down
Turn turn turn
Four moons in town
The curving spiderburn
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6. |
Villanelo Dream
06:36
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Someone gave me the pills
Lying on the bedstand
I don't feel turning
Left behind the shifting sunlight
In navy blue
Resurrecting shadows
The cutoff the hardwinding
Hand me the sharp ones
They're cold
And I'm sweaty
Top nightingale drug
Hand me the torn ones
And thorn wounds
From downhill redroofs
And claypowder drug
Stomping at the back of the room
Dug a sonorous lip
Do you run
Do you run
Do you run
Do you run
Do you realize
The night is here for one of us
The scythe is for me to yield
Needle pierces flesh
Two leaves crumble
Tasting my blood
Falls down from my face
Covering shadows
The moonstone handed on terms
Brought over from firerivers
My subconscius drug
And wielding intersection
I'll be gone while you know me
Invisible while you see me
Touch and know the needles
That now hold your fingers
The bells ring loud
And now I'm here again
Louder in my mind as ever
Help me
Please
Someone gave me the pills
Lying on the bedstand
I don't feel turning
Left behind the shifting sunlight
In navy blue
Resurrecting shadows
The cutoff the hardwinding
Hand me the sharp ones
They're cold
And I'm sweaty
Top nightingale drug
Hand me the torn ones
And thorn wounds
From downhill redroofs
And claypowder drug
Stomping at the back of the room
Dug a sonorous lip
In my head your voice
Saves me
Feeds my pride
And gives me a reason
To return from both sides of the room
There's atmosphere pain
The bruises draining
Felt the burning call
Temptation and ondulation
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7. |
Inscript
09:25
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As I walked through the dark fog
Every touch sensation
Every time I felt bleeding
Came to mirror myself
Every turn I took
Shifting the jewels dark
My head is a weapon
My head is a weapon
My head is a weapon
Of my pride and pity
My heart is a weapon
My heart is a weapon
My heart is a weapon
Of my pride and pity
Magnetic suppression
Upgrade obsession
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8. |
Two Movements
06:06
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Footlight
Run hills down
Two movements cross
They lock eyes
Runaway
Who do you think
Is the crystalorbit
Selfsigned
Placelocked
Color through glass shards
And bleeding black
Feathers
Temperature change
Waterchain
Reach out
Answer
Blindfold
Call
I root it out
Never asked
Ideal
None tomorrow
Voicing
Green
Auditive circle
Projected and contrasting
New and cool
Called sense
Broken
Rising
To the waterfall's foot
No more
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9. |
Phaëthon
03:05
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Why talk?
I want the warmer side
Not having another cigar
I can be free
A bird on knifesharp
Enjoying roost
The view from there
I could be a bird
And never be alone
I could fly freely
And never be alone
I could be a bird
And never be alone
I could fly freely
And never be alone
I could be a bird
And never be alone
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10. |
Deriva
04:51
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11. |
Touching Crystal
09:52
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The side of me you didn't want to write down
The cycle will start up the fire machine
Glass bird brings up a cloudy sunset
Everyone reflected in the sand
My corrupt aorta whirlpool calls for
Passageways to close the process
It won't stand beyond it's reach of tungsten corpses
So stay powered with your open thoughts
There is no wonder or no power
Only what I left behind to feel
After all I know I'm playing victim
But how else was it ever going to be like?
Breaking down the doors inside my reaches
Brings a certain comfort to my wounds
Fear connects the dots between the picture
But should I disconnect that from inside?
I've locked my separated selfmaterial
Eyes that cycle through them all the way
Last amongst the ranks of those been near me
To reassure myself for coming times
There is no wonder or no power
Only what I left behind to feel
After all I know I'm playing victim
But how else was it ever going to be like?
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12. |
Departure With The Sun
08:52
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