1. |
the snow
02:57
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I wont believe in time, I never leave in time, I wont leave til it’s mine
These fuckin’ days are hardly occupied, it’s my fault, there’s somethin’ inside
When it feasts on my mind everything is new, no attachment to these days passin’
soaking wet packages from the otherside, opening the calluses behind on ya mind KAH, blistering inside of ya manifesto, ya better dropping megaphones into ya own soul, it never took long before i swam briskly, penniless appendages appearing with the whiskey, paranoid americans but guns from their therapists, and uh take pills in the dawn of the terrorist
Under the snow
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2. |
dialogue 1
03:13
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3. |
scrape
04:20
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Empty reversion to solid state sublimation no heed to fate
Need a vantage point under this reflective coating,
Try to understand why it blocks the unknown.
Tunneling my way through the impermanent granular,
One day it was and one day it will be in liquid state,
Less scrape
no stop
laws in the dope spots
croppin imagery ta symmetry
it's no fun
it's no fun
lick it
sucker gone flop aint got the right hots
ta reckon an empathetic american god
honey freakers in the orchestra pollishin begot
and it's passed ya
The further south, the less scrape on your face,
But I’m stayin’ in one place regardless,
Don’t attach meaning to my actions,
I might want to be somewhere different,
But I’m fine with wherever I end up,
No matter how much blood gets wiped off.
When it’s out it’s out, and it’s no longer vital,
It’s a liquid tasting like metal,
It’s a liquid tasting like metal,
To bandage up my head or to let it flow,
Always relief below the surface of the snow
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4. |
willows
03:05
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I don’t need a headstone, to be in my dead zone,
I don’t need a headstone, to be in my dead zone
How did I get there? Everything invested into something elsewhere,
And I mean everything, no remainders
You and you and you
I replaced my head drone, with a megaphone,
Replace your head drone, with a megaphone
You do it, you do it, you do it too
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5. |
dialogue 2
02:11
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6. |
crab
05:04
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i'm running out of chords these days your're running too to get away from life, getting wired all the time sailing through the sea of crime and then some, candy houses on the hillside bringing in the little ones to die, and you can't relate to make mistakes you always turn away and never try.
bats on the waterfall
they don't bother me at all
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7. |
muff
01:14
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8. |
inside
03:14
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Wait, tell me under the stairs, I can’t bear whatever you’d say anywhere else, any other day, any other place I think you’d stay,
Even though I looked out the back window, into gradient black
At first I knew, but with further delay, less and less things in my way,
One big place to choose from any other day,
I didn’t wanna lose ya, inside I stayed
Inside I found space, out of my way, inside I found this face, what a good color,
Inside I found today, buried under my shit, inside I found stories in metal boxes
Inside I found clay to make a new inside and explore the out
I found new things from the already discovered,
New things from the old things buried under older
It stings to know theyre still there nestled into cement fillings,
I thought they had gone up the hill, the result of my millings,
Fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
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9. |
un
02:48
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It’s unfightable, it’s undeniable, it’s unbeknownst to you, it’s undeniable to me
I could see it high above, the result’s unidentifiable
It's unbeknownst to you, it's undeniable to me
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10. |
it
04:37
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I’m in a vat of it, I’m not descriptive but it looked like the bats hit it and it hid from the sun for seventy or eighty-five seconds, so it’s not red
All I can tell is what it’s not, trying to make comparisons, it said I have the fairest skin so I fled.
I saw in, it’s called insight, but who knew I wasn’t the only one
With the capacity to have capacity in infinite iterations
I’m moving from the bats’ city to a straight, a level, a flat, it’s the place to be when there’s no other constant, when nobody else wants it
Now now, look at now now, down down, look at
The willow trees, they grow, they know
Am I here yet? I often check back, but I lost what it felt like to be uncertain
To me, it’s not a predicament until I had it again and again and again and once more, looks like I won’t, looks like...
Head down for positions that my past obstructs, eyes locked on the graves I can reconstruct
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