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The Dead
01:03
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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
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2. |
Conjuring
01:33
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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
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3. |
Barren
00:48
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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
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4. |
Endgame
01:49
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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
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5. |
Alone
00:46
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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
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6. |
Maelstrom
01:02
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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
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7. |
Bloodwork
01:18
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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
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Visions and Riddles
01:09
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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
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9. |
Willy's Wonderland
01:27
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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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