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Anatomy Torn (Album, 2022)

by Rorschach5

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1.
The Dead 01:03
And I don’t know if I can do it anymore—just being honest These rapture moments capture a broken-hearted man’s mispromise They say it’s one foot forward, then the next But they ain’t amputated, skinned and bruised and left for dead The further down The more they let-go Hypocritical uneven flow Washed up in the sand with broken hands, eroded primrose One jump to go to hit the final tone I don’t need oxygen I breathe through pain, a broken soul, a witch’s cloud, and no control I see the ending, force it back, it takes a toll Dead friends, dead ends, dead beginnings We always fight to grow But sometimes the shadow captures more than we should ever know And we have to let go
2.
Conjuring 01:33
Conjuring Seven beheaded snakes Sin bin Booze for breakfast Blues clues floozy texts Decentered, nervous set list Calloused, sarin gassed Dead to rights The Deathwish Forestall the foreshadow Only persistence and pestilence No slowing, no exit A closeted lobotomy Eyes on the ground Cover me I’m going under now Unbecoming, unlearning The piety Savoring satiety Unbalanced on the final beam Deranged embalmer Melting head dress Where the truant Final dead rest Disclaiming calmer friendship Foreign suits All bets are off, bet Internal organs Ripped on PBR and shallow pleasures Deep sea allocated pensive Breathing fire High the penchant Bent and bruised Used mutant fetters, ungluing Putrid cause And low-stakes stupid He salivates when death turns future Back against the torn out sutures
3.
Barren 00:48
Barren I cant accept all of the pain inside I know it’s flagrant They say to brave it Suck it up and shine In fortune’s favor Stars illuminate A concave moon It’s all appearance No reality Death blooms And I wait fearless Forceless wanderer Winds that weep Could be redeeming If he could only deny Inner demons breathing No promise Ensconced within a midnight dream Madonna Scabs n all Becoming honest Before becoming farthest They put it like-- You were barely born without being barren Teddy bear stripes Pinned on the body of the charismatic The godmother’s attic Pushing headless bodies Into waters of color flattened
4.
Endgame 01:49
Endgame It’s like time has two directions for me: forward and moment Entropy laughing as I piece together weathered boredom The contradictions slide in texts and subtle hidden reckless He zeros out and folds No nature to make the heartbeat breathless Better to die in shame Than lie about self-effervescence Best left cutthroat headless Bleeding out No time for censured pleasure Too unique in tune to world faults and fallen friends Too addicted to the unjust blowout recompense Too lost to find a path in ya’ll I’m a wishing well—wish me gone and stagger off You cried for night, it falls, now cry in darkness We died that night, no sunlight, blind and powerless Nothing is funnier than unhappiness I’ll grant you that But magnify the steps Nothing stirs Nothing’s left Infinite emptiness Against the resurrected dead All is corpsed Someone please check on Mother Pegg
5.
Alone 00:46
I wake up and it’s already late darkness, broken carcass She wants to take him away, force a son to grow up without a father Force the love that I have to die another day in dishonor And the legal traps, attorney actions, plus relapses Storm his brain until his nerves collapse, and has no answers Just a petty undun punk Pawning art for final head space Preparing for the slaughter Bonding love to cancer Otta cancel out The vacant expectations Falter at the alter The next rest alone Always alone The eternal recurrence of addict posture Always alone Crossed-out eyes The crooked conquers The crooked always conquers
6.
Maelstrom 01:02
Maelstrom Stop it, abatement Psychiatric maelstrom Headtrip replacement Funny how the darkness ain’t afraid of running Pushing breath inside the terror casings, crumbling Balance lost on word crosses First on gossip Second on logic Knots in stomach honorings Fever dreams And self-harm saunterings This the port to ponder Path another story brother Sonnet of the vulnerable bombing Flesh, the future folding, stalling Less the wandering father put to rest In namesake he already death A corpse upon the empty loving starship Each minute is meaningless
7.
Bloodwork 01:18
Bloodwork Never understood the stasis Low-key caldron, dead mind basics, broken, fallen Using darkness to burn down Each experience honored, exalted Desire, lack, annihilation No alibi backed, he’s Banner on Red Earth Anger blood-born Boiled into a halogen-lit curse And he swims with each movement pulled back, like the moments that have past It cripples conscious effort to make things better, but he knows that Drain the gutter For these unseen others No Zorro, just collapse into tomorrow Pray those shaking dead nerves fall back Horizontal and hollow The gold standard knuckles down Principled-words react loud Like any commitment Made in horror—he finds a way to die out
8.
Visions and Riddles Walk into a black lit room Spinning prism Dead suns echoing back Against the visions, black space and riddles Unforced errors and terror nights He can’t believe the moment And is always right White hot surgical deception A nebula’s presence Beneath the present-tense sentience Fallen-- Forced to ruin all who know him always Tact and taste, decorum, patience—ain’t his forte Fuck it Self-reflection overkill Bill the matradee Tip the bar And hope the beat is ill Why finish? About time—diminished Eye lines and eye liner bleeding out It’s about time—to relinquish the outcry forensics A bottom feeder fault line Gutter punk high life Stuttering to find minutes Unbound in selfish honor’s dying light He takes a drink And searches out The best way To live through the night
9.
It’s how we kill it, breath it, be it, inner sanctioned demons Occult to cult, the call to vivisect any future feelins You honor, I don’t even know how the lambs keep screamin Buried in my rib cage, they rage, and fight and flirt for better scenery At least for now, he smokes and shakes away in hellish dreams Sweating the impossible, that his son won’t see his suffering Every path a dead end that ain’t another path to custody Every word ripping through his head his unbecoming But I won’t see the madness Focus first or force the laughter Every pain there’s always after Kill the lights and skip the chapter It’s Willy’s Wonderland The cannibals have showed their hand The janitor inside rips apart The bleeding stains the banned It’s Willy’s Wonderland Time to fucking take a stand Disabuse the citizens That failing ain’t my fucking brand

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released June 16, 2022

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