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Oilhead
04:19
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hide out in reliquary shells
collecting dust and turtle bones
because i can because i want to
because there’s no one around to tell me not to
i wanted pretty scenes of pastel fish
in lilly-padded lake
not this inky nothingness
taking up its place
this feels like my organs have been hiding
in atonement i see them cheering spitefully
so spirits come to rest on shoulders
with thoughts of life, chaos, and order
even apples had imperfections
but they didnt waste time staring at reflections
of the things that weren’t and what was never real
it was only there to give you something to feel
“dont think for a second that youre alone in this”
but i am i am i am
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I
00:52
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Moon Sized Shield
04:53
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spare me your celestial proctection
it’s prodigal
i got a moon sized shield and spirit congestion
the things inside me are not defenseless
a paltry existence
conflicts of interest
these lights move too slowly
through salt flat race way galaxies
harboring
carefully constructed inconsistencies
martyring
a romance steeped in
history
people trapped in city buildings
sharpened stained glass, tiny bee stings
we can not afford to feel
no more heroes
please let’s not bring up
the halo around my head
it’s been reminding me, it’s all dead
please lets not bring up
the halo around my neck
it’s been choking me, half to death
you could be a cloud of flies, lay in wait for my demise
you could be the cloud of flies that locks the door and stays the night
align your jaw
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II
00:36
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Born in a Storm
02:00
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oh my god
its been so long
since ive done wrong
or distorted my reality
but some stars aligned
and our tongues decide
our names should rhyme
yours taste just like sanity
take it oh take it
the moss on the trees
the wind catches up and we’re on our knees
take it oh take it
the moss on the trees
the wind catches up and we’re on our knees
if i knew id tell you
what this meant
the skin on your stomach
tried to forget
that
you can not mean this much to me
born
inside a storm
learned in things
we cant ignore
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III
00:56
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The Hum
04:04
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as a child i fell into your graces
disappointment leaks from faces, turned away
kill the lights
the wind is calm
my god, you reek of self important apathy
get me off on empathy alone
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Gaia's Footsoldiers
03:20
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i saw the serpent gaping from its shelf
its shallow swallowed self
leaves not a single doubt
how long do you think he took to cough us out
rome wasn’t built in seven days
says his buddy’s overworked and underpaid
let the grass grow right through me, lift the bones to canopy
become the rice they harvest, does that sound so cathartic
its another countdown to nothing
and im blushing all the while
take my time and stride and smile
let the grass grow right through me, lift the bones to canopy
become the rice they harvest, does that sound so cathartic
you wanna talk about nature
and the inner machinations
of healthy human relations
cuz they dont work they want em to
you want poignant lives
and roller coaster rides
sticky cotton candy
and the thickest cocaine lines
you wanna talk about nature
and the inner machinations
of healthy human relations
cuz they dont work they way you want em to
time wont seem to let this go
relinquished my self
taste the flesh and the bone
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IV
00:58
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youve got yellow fangs and a black inside
eyes like harvest moons on would-be prom nights
youre gonna hunt me down gonna make me feel
youre gonna chew me out til there’s nothing real
try as i might i cant quite jump into an empty grave of mine
let me the lodge the love in you
as petals lick your messy wounds
as snakes coil around the womb
this silly nectar tastes like truth
blue turns black, im gonna bring it back
black blasts back, im gonna break its back
Can you recall what you said?
Can you recall what you learned?
On a monday morning
all of these options were made out clay
and i watched them get shaped passing everyday
let out a laugh and turned the scope on myself
when you said “i run to get away from myself”
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Fatter Wires
03:03
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someone somewhere struck a chord
said he thought it sounded good
hammered on for a while
before he thought he understood
dont cast judgement just quite yet
all the repercussions circumvent
the privilege rattled through his bones
in attempts to sanctify his shitty home
im not listening at all
its too far gone to tell
somehow you gave the situation
a gravity that couldnt be found before
an undeserving human heaving
snared beneath your hardwood floor
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Cocoon
01:45
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quiet the beating of your breath
for the children who cut holes in your dress
clockwork contingency
i owe you everything
there is no holiday
there is no holiday
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V
00:28
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i wanna bite the cords in your neck
pumping perfectly, twined to protect
the second-sun rising in you
no one expected to carry this on their own
no one knows it like i do
baby i was born to meet you
maybe i was born to see this thing through
i got a planet on my mind
its with me all the time
it eats me out inside
then throws away the rind
baby i was born to meet you
maybe i was born to see this thing through
bloody mouth but i cant stop smiling now
figures on a line stretch this far past its run time
places, people, and the things that we do in them
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Our Sunday Affairs New Jersey
Four piece emo/indie made up of kids who shouldn't have ended up in a four piece emo/indie band but did anyways.
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