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I'll crack my back and learn to grow two eyes on the back of my neck.
I'll tie a knot into the laces of your sneakers to make you trip.
I'll set fire to the tree that casts a shadow on your wall to keep you up.
The second hand is never silent.
Miles from now, we're tired. Counting billboards and telling jokes to one another.
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Coins as Bullets
02:26
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Holy Mouth, Don't grin so wide
You'll never make it to your grandfather's home
He'll pay you visits through tobacco smoke
Dont be afraid
Just be alive and Healthy
Maybe mist will perforate your intramural past
with whiskey
collapsed spine
she's worth nothing, she's nothing
veins intertwined with wiring
life's an arcade game
we can't stop trying
life's an arcade game
we kill for fun
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I'm Hiding my Face
02:42
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Luminously Colored,
you wore your skin like someone hard to ignore
You're gold, golden hearted
in the cold my eyes were all I could feel
Oh, I'm trying
Oh, I'm hiding my face
I warn you of my feelings and you stare
Your presence is too haunting for the air in my lungs
full of tar
hyperactively creating more
sparks fly, sparks crying, sparks hide inside of me
collecting,
igniting every muscle I use to breath
I can't solve problems
I can't solve anything
Your speech and your laughter
crawling so silently
Oh, I'm trying
Oh, I'm hiding my face
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Old Whimper
04:13
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In between the air and static of
all the words you've kept in attics of dust
convince me that your dying
I've always dreamt of silence
Now I'm sleeping with my head on the floor
I'm tired of sleeping
It's unconscious recollecting
Counting sheep never worked for me
It's the Bending of my Spinal Cord
It's the Melting of all I'm worth
Old Whimper, You've birthed this winter
I've had enough
Understand that I could easily
crawl into a hole that needs me
instead of warming up, I'm freezing
It's cold that gets me by
Understand that I've been healing
I've always been too good for kneeling
I've always been a fruit unpeeling itself
I cant move on
It's the Bending of my Spinal Cord
It's the Melting of all I'm worth
Old Whimper, You've birthed this winter
I've had enough
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Keep your mouth shut
01:36
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