1. |
Foul Touching
04:11
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I can faintly see your face
Resting your fangs
on the windowpane
laughing through a haze
of lust and pain
I can already hear my name
cutting through the rains
as your razor blade
calling
“come bury me”
What kind of lives are these?
where I feel the need to see
every lover cut off at the knees
I can barely read your face
fading in the mists
where the headstones lay
sobbing there so faint
Through the nights and days I wait
resting my face
on your windowpane
starving for plot to replace
What kind of lives are these?
where I feel the need to see
every lover cut off at the knees
What kind of lives are these?
where I feel the need to see
every lover hanging from a tree
Whisper wounds between these ears
stealing hope and robbing fear
it hurts like the future
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2. |
A Mild Curse
02:56
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it must be the hour
to break another’s heart
when all the color is drained away
we are just hiding shapes in the dark
I hear nothing
nothing’s forever
Don’t waste tears on what tomorrow brings
death goes marching
marching ever and ever
to hide away our dimmer days
in heaven’s shadows
we may fool all the angels dear
but the devils always follow
and follow
they follow
I hear nothing
nothing’s forever
Don’t waste tears on what tomorrow brings
death goes marching
marching ever and ever
terror never walks at noon
it is our mistress while we dream
a harlot stalking forgotten roads
she feeds nervous sleep
and passes disease
I hear nothing
nothing’s forever
Don’t waste tears on what tomorrow brings
all at once
everything will cease to be
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3. |
Fall of a Pessimist
03:04
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4. |
On Memory
03:12
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In the time of a pin holed future
I curtained the dust from my eyes
and you pushed the veil
nailed the rose to your sleeve
ate through the thorns with your rusted teeth
your rusted dreams
Forever may your sleep be sound
Forever may the soil be fed
sang
the bone to the blood
you stand
in hollow sagging skin of a friend
I swear never again
never a friend
my bed lay among the stones
all God’s children are a curse
they are either
half dead
half buried
full rot
a callow sun
with streaks of iron in his hair
a mute with a golden tongue
Forever may your sleep be sound
Forever may the soil be fed
sang
the bone to the blood
you stand
in the hollow sagging skin of a friend
I swear never again
never a friend
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5. |
Sleep Has No Home
04:43
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wishing goodbye tonight
burning goodbyes tonight
in this room
within a tomb
a voice as cold as your shadows
in the lunar bloom
I can see you
haunting amongst the flowers
and
I’ve always wanted us
to be like that
disabled saints wait
in the quiet shade
silently await
in their crippled way
kiss me goodbye tonight
kiss the coins on my eyes goodbye tonight
awakened by night calls
ashen crosses upon white walls
a lust that runs the blood cold
and the animals scream
as I watch you night dance
in the voices of dead friends
disabled saints wait
in the quiet shade
silently await
in their crippled way
I’ve always wanted us
to be like that
any parting could be forever
any parting
my dear
it could be forever
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6. |
Life is Common
02:15
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When you slip back into yourself
When you fold back into yourself
welcome charred remains
bedrooms of faith
carve desperate arrows
into joy’s eyes
fools and thieves decide
to live alone and tired
sheep slaughtering sheep
eternally
spread the membrane
covering Eden with infection
your sisters
all swell with disease
all your sisters
smell of disease
wolves at the pulpit,
are you god?
tell me its not him,
are you god?
oh, how have I sinned?
are you god?
are you god?
are you god?
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7. |
Last Days of Kindness
03:16
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If someone sleeps through the day
let them stay home
you can’t imagine
how fragile they are
keep someone’s secrets
if you love them whole
if we’re all memories
does it matter if we lived, anyway?
is nostalgia what we’re all made of?
if nostalgia is what we’re all made of.
dissolve my past
If something sleeps through the night
let it alone
you can’t realize
how frightened it is
men are still men
and die either way
if we’re just stories
we may as well be shouting at the rain
is nostalgia what we’re all made of?
if nostalgia is what we’re all made of.
dissolve my past
there’s a dead man in this skin
I won’t let him out
I’ll just keep him in
try to force a grin
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bite your fingernails
into my wrists
to blind the lure
the smell of ancient
summers
I can't run
not like you anymore
it is a thousand years to Christmas
I spent my youth spitting teeth
it is a thousand years to Christmas
I spend my life counting teeth
dual reflections
can't mirror the pain
it was lost in you
pricking thumbs call
the vicious
lay in wait
termites in their drool
it is a thousand years to Christmas
I spent my youth spitting teeth
it is a thousand years to Christmas
I spend my life counting teeth
the ragged thorns weave upon his bones
write my name in the water
the ragged thorns weave upon his bones
whisper my story into the dark
I broke every window in this city
just to see your face
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Forget wearing wounds
owning scars
lost Saturday nights
and payphone withdrawals
staying up all hours
with the living deaf
writing dying words to dead end friends
I forgot them all
press repeat
cut the lights
let the saudade
drip from the walls
fuck dying alone and broken dial tones
fuck decades and fuck your songs
you broke your mirror on borrowed time
I don’t know what time it was
when I lost my way
to return
I tore out the bones
and set fire to my veins
rehearsing
what to say
when blurry eyed
on burnt up words
of drop out authors
forgetful fathers
and resentful mothers
My friends were going to save the world
now they are all lazy and dying
I’m sorry you were a part of this
So sorry you ever a part of this
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10. |
Sunlight Widow
05:42
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Everybody wants to go to heaven
but nobody, they don’t want to die
At present
I may be a faint blemish
in your eye
like the soft rustle
of shredded linen
down a hollow corridor
the silence
of a thousand
fluttering wings
and howling machines
Everybody wants to go to heaven
but nobody, they don’t want to die
it’s all covered in cold
it’s all covered in gold
whispering
collapse in the wind
the clap of cold
under the weight
of night
I am the void
looking through the dark
a constant reminder
of why
your chest aches
I was given a name
before I was given a face
Everybody wants to go to heaven
but nobody, they don’t want to die
it’s all covered in cold
it’s all covered in gold
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SEA OF CENTURIES Los Angeles, California
Bored of Death.
Tired of Youth.
Since 2012
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