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Give me a sign in ones and zeros, needles and tinctures
I've danced along the fray just to quell the heat
Sacrifice everything to the pagan gods made of casino lights
Another slight of hand in the offering
If it's our last stand
Tonight we ride
If we raise the flag
Tonight we ride
We're the last bastion
Tonight we ride
Man the walls and mount your horses
Tonight we ride
Reality is subjective
And I've been shaken loose from its branches
Adorn these first with chain mail knots in full regalia
An eighteen wheeler in my heart
And it craves fresh meat
We're the last bastion
Tonight we ride
Man the walls and mount your horses
Tonight we ride
I've been giving blood to the tv screen
In refusal, in communion
We never were inside
The tower keeps you warm
Slow down
As the scenery scrolls by
We're never coming back
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Mirror Glue
05:21
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I'm the machine that dreams
Electric caught my throat
Spewing blasphemies and violent musings
Third eye like a lighthouse
Let it shine
The radio is tumorous!
Burn the evidence
Cut the oxygen tanks
Divination in counter space
Like a stowaway
Brandishing your mind like a weapon
Command does not compute
I'd bet you'd open, craving all the pain whole
Learn to forge your will like a weapon
Open the new wound
You've got me all wrong
I've built a broken wall inside your chest
Your open but I don't want to see
You're free
You bleed
They've tried to restock the cage
Repose
Open the new wound
Ringside
Right by you
Pray the war ends soon
I'll never sleep again
Pray the war ends soon
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Foresight, blindsided, glance at a rearview passerby
Godspeed in our heels
Hung out to dry
The motherboard is droning, culling her young
I want the blues in retrograde
I want the new wave glitch
It's too bad
You're always there and watching
There is no greater love
It's not enough
Keyhole romances keep the artistry in surveillance
I watched you undress like a skinned animal
Dance out the prototypes
Churn out the cheap machines
I want black magic on cassette
I want a trophy kill
It's too bad
You're always there and watching
There is no greater love
It's not enough
Get it?
From the altar to the grave
It's not enough
Get it?
From the altar to the grave
Shake back and forth
The vanguard let down its defense
Spotlights hit our silhouette straight to the end
There's a coal mine canary that lives in my head
Shock collars are worn like ornaments pulsing and beating like a metronome
Sound the alarm
Like an ambulance
Sound the alarm
It's not enough
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4. |
New Infinities
04:03
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That still voice
Alone
Calling to the sun
The medicine could never breach our inner selves
The social circles spin at nauseam
Crawl up from the sound
That's never letting go
I'll find where...
Recover
Search to find the meaning in new infinities
Each thread carries on
Nothing can compare
Crawl up from the sound that's never letting go
I'll find where...
As soon as you divide
Assume the views collide
Recover
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Dare I Say
03:41
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Sparks hit my ribs
Toxic masculine relapse
An eyeful of incomplete
Emasculated and weak
Filed my claws down and my teeth
Always
Reverse shift in polarity
Nervous tics in the parade
Another rung in the compliance ladder
Always
Wire me up and tie me down
Prepare for the comedown
Verbal wars at the pearly gates
You filthy apes are already in
I'll cut till it severs
Dredge to the bone
Your mine and desperate
Farewell, I've already gone
This flesh and this blood doesn't make me just meat
Take your pride
Pathetic
Your social circle structure is collapsing under the weight of my fist
Only take so much
Before the taste of blood gets as old as your touch and sweet talk in between
I'll cut till it severs
Dredge to the bone
You’re mine and desperate
You make me weak
If you’re mine you know you're alone
I'll cut till it severs
You make me weak
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Hai un Accendino
02:36
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I'm nervous
I just bought my ticket
I'm standing in line
I'm marveling at the immensity of the device I'm about to enter
I have thoughts of fleeing but it's too late
I'm through the gate
They've torn my ticket and are ushering me inside
My breathing increases then becomes shallow.
The buzz bar lowers
I close my eyes and begin to ascend
The fear subsides
From up here I can see everything
My vulnerabilities marching like ants on parade
I feel safe in spite of them
I continue clicking upwards
Passing through a nexus of geometric light
The ocean crashes under my feet
I open my eyes only for a moment to gain perspective
That fire in the distance
The rainbow horizon
I'm entering a tunnel
There are bodies all around
Contorted flesh heaving
Sensual women writhing
One curling and uncurling her index finger as if to call me near
I approach her and she removes her face
A palette of melting flesh comes into focus
Rainbows turn greyscale then back to spectrums as her face discovers its original lure
She was only kidding
I shouldn't take her so seriously
She insinuates this
Her form is beyond language
We speak in temperature
I am beyond language
My soul quakes
Clenched fists grip and this is also love
There is no bottom beneath me
No tracks behind
Wheels grind to sparks and for a moment I'm flying
My carousel is dismantling around me
There is no more safety
It's the abyss and I
It is not staring back though I am gazing like longing
Nietzsche is a liar
I'm alone here though I'm not separate from myself
We face off in a civil war
I against I
I want to lie down
I'm lying down
I want to stand up
It goes on like this
"Buonasera! Buonasera! Hai un accendino?"
A fisherman approaches
I am beyond language
I don't have a lighter
I want to smoke something
It goes on like this...
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Conscience on Tilt
02:50
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I'll start a fire or two until the old broad comes to water it down
That vampiric gaze got me misbehaving again
When the engine spoils and the casket shakes
I'll keep my conscience on tilt
We're the ne'er do wells with our filthy hands in the silver again
I'll put the cult in culture
The conversation is circling the cubical and going nowhere
If I let guard down the taste will foul
In your garden we'll twist and intertwine
Lovers collide
Dead and gone
It taste like an empty womb
Thorax and exit wound
Chime in the silence
A reverie sincere
Oh my love what have you done?
Crisscross your heart like notes carved in a tree
Oh my love what have you done
Again
If hell is at our door
There's no time left
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8. |
The Drowning Man
01:58
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Bitter days are coming
Best of luck
It's been a waste all along
My spine is the subway that you can follow home
Where every bedpost counts the notches
Don't trust the numbers
Outsmart the drowning man
He'd kill your brother in an exchange of deaf salutes
Keep up that rusted smile
It's good for business when you're up to no good
Let's take charge
Some way, somehow, we'll find salvation
I cannot fight, cannot find your mercy ties were all mine
I cannot fight
I cannot burn too
But they'll have to walk backwards over your mothers grave
Chew up the broken glass until the kids behave
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Deathbed Confessions
03:21
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I know I got this under control
Arms bent and twisting back like a new age christ on display as insects in glass cases
White hums along
Gets stuck in between your teeth
Turn the frequency up again
Hogtied to the back of your car
I see the light, I see the tunnel, as my life flashed before me
Deathbed confessions will loot your home
Count backwards from ten
And I need a cigarette as the armies tap the floor
Like vermin in the attic forming nests
Holdfast
There's wisdom in my thirst
Trials, trials, trials
Give me some rest
Don't look down, the edge is near and no one pulled the cavity out
And don't look downstairs
It's over
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Lunar Waves
04:13
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Somewhere is home
Somewhere
Held my hands like I’m signaling up to the stars
It's not a wish but a prayer unheard
Smile wide at the satellites I cannot find
Could you help me find my way from the upside down
It’s spiraling
Could you help me find
My heart points true north and going southbound
And offers no relief
Who would you love
Your sins are overrated
Who would you love
I wanna hear you say it
Cut down from the waist down with all its weight
I have held it all
Broke my wrists as dug down over the dark
Where skin is dust and gold
When your sins are overrated
Who would you love
I want to hear you say there's some way home
Your July can wait
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