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Attractive Imposters
03:30
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It’s coming up, coming up, coming up, coming up to the surface
To where I can see it
But still I don’t heed it
It’s done me fine to decline what I write it is nominal scripture
I stare at Annie’s picture
And wonder how I can fix her
And in due time the headless collide with concubine
While the heartless stay by the side of the serpent-eyed
Well that is fine
I’m bundled up drinking up all the stuff that keeps me depleted
And through my pores it is seeping
As feelings are defeated
Yeah, she was mine but with time I resigned, I became unfamiliar
A rotting chemical failure
Back for medical reprise
And soon enough the shapeless collide with colors
While dirty saints resuscitate attractive imposters
And in due time the headless collide with concubine
While the heartless stay by the side of the serpent-eyed
Well that is fine
I’m reinventing recoil
To inspire the soul
I know now once was always too much
I know that I’m revealing too much
I’ve got the facts, let’s relax and relapse and we’ll run desolate
I’m obligated to appall
And spoon feed you bags of salt
We’ll reconvene when I’m clean, yeah I’ll leave this scene that I despise
And writhe with the lowly lights
Because we look like fools when we die
(Dirty saints resuscitate attractive imposters
While the heartless hang by infatuated monsters)
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2. |
Consult The Cannibals...
03:54
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Consult the cannibals
The hungry animals
Who dine and dash at a human pace
The holy trinity
The aborted infinity
They all smile and dance in place
There’s no hope for affection when the infection’s made it to the brain
I think I’ve found religion in the incision on the skin I stained
I’m inclined to share our fate
We’re devoid of everything
Yeah safety elongates
Where we urinate
Take pride in house and home
I’m tending to the scars
The artist will not starve
The body, the blood, the poem
Consumed with infatuation of thoughts of strangulation in the rain
Proposing a revolution of secular prostitution now penetrates
I’m ashamed to share our fate
We’re devoid of all feeling
Forgive me for my skin
And accept the snake for who he is
Yeah impress me next of kin
And praise all the saints who taught you of this
Consult the cannibals
The hungry animals
The harsh improbables
The rabid radicals
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I’m a castaway, I’m a negligée, I am hanging on the wall
I’m a protégé of the dark risqué future you’re afraid of
Once my massive leaps reached the tallest peaks, a pioneer of written song
Now I hide my face in a dimmer place, I’m forever uninvolved
Someone took from me my poisonous ivy, my underground ethanol
Now I falsely cope, I shake out that hope so nothing gets resolved
A brilliant astute of the fucked and rude, I’m unconsciously aware
That the trash bags full of my organs pull away from my blank stare
I’m never quite prepared
So I do what I do
Cos I don’t know who we are
When we stay in places of the night
And drown in the dark
Situational hunger takes it’s toll, now I must replace my skin
After each Annie has since rendered me devoid of devotion
Then dirty saints showed me to live classically you must retire you’re active soul
Let the fever win, let decay begin, orchestrate the golden woe
Leave everything exposed
So I do what I do
Cos I can’t sort through the rust
When we dig our graves in the afternoon
We lay to rest at dusk
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4. |
Pioneers (Plan B)
03:10
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Feverous, a lack of trust
Crooked glasses on your face
The body, the blood, the dirt and the mud
A captivating place
Drag me down soft and sound
We have sealed our fate
Running towards the burning, the horns
Survival of the fittest stain
It’s hard to make a clean escape
When I’m devoid of everything
I’m sorry love, I can’t relate
To anything you say
Drugged and dumb, habitual love
A mold cold as the clay
Wasted portrayal, a binge derailed
You no longer pray
Drag me down fast and loud
We are broken tapes
The body, the blood, the filth, the love
Devoid of anything
You’re anxious friends, the camera lense
My complicated medicine
It’s where we run, It’s who we love
The protagonist impersonation
It’s hard to make a clean escape
And I’m sorry love I cannot relocate
It’s personal, yet dull and fake
The plastic bag and the price I pay to stay
Devoid of everything
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Let it be heard!
This written word thing, I’ve been doing it all wrong
I’m not supposed to mention all of these girls in every song
But Lorraine came out unscathed when I wrecked it early on
I would choke on her teeth if that’s what it means to move things along
These cannibals think they can conquer the world
But only attractive imposters stay eternal
I’m always walking into spider webs when I’m chasing pretty girls
Recover your lover from the nocturnal
Only infatuated monsters stay eternal
And their eyes were watching god
But I’d rather die for the fun of it
Oh my tongue it won’t shut up
But these lungs aren’t young enough to quit
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6. |
Your Teeth
03:56
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The serpent minded, the choiceless
My morose is blinding the voiceless
Now your deaf to the dumbest phrases
Clawing at the feet of the faceless
The identity that leaves me lifeless
So leave the evil to it’s cages
And spare me consumption
I know your soul is dry
Like the art of self-corrosion
Your teeth might eat you alive
I practice instinct not feeling
Just like the sheep, they’re left seeking
The Shepard is nowhere to be found
Annie had left me elated
But you can only be saved when your hated
So leave your teeth in your mouth
And sort through your stations
It takes two weeks to die
Information for the anxious:
Your love might just be a lie
And I’m running with a fever
A black bowtie and a clever
Call me an avid disbeliever
And I’m sorry love you’ll never be her
The lonesome crawl from their crosses
While the saints are counting up their losses
The feverous lost the trust of the heartless
And the skin is wearing thin on the hostage
And I know your soul is dry
Your teeth might eat you alive
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I’m waiting for the guy with the butterfly knife
And the seedy eyes
That avoid me when we meet
And he always hides his teeth
I’ll never leave again if he needs me as a friend
Because it hurts to land
And my time’s for the perfect crime
When he truly needs my limbs
We’re pacing back and forth on a chalk outline
Whether or not we have the time
Because a saint is still a saint even in the daylight
We’ll scatter all the bones to alleviate the sight
Because the smell of night
Won’t leave until I scream in the lowly lights
I’m waiting for the saint with the scar above her leg
And her purse is made
Out of duct tape because
She can’t afford spray paint
She’ll sing and drink along to our catchy swan song
Until I hate god long
Enough to stay inside
And find our cavalry was wrong
We’re pacing back and forth on a chalk outline
Whether or not we have the time
Because a saint is still a saint even in the daylight
My nightlife captures me in a crass dichotomy
Because the sentencing
Won’t affect the deepest woes of me
We’re pacing back and forth on a chalk outline
Whether or not we have the time
Because a saint is still a saint even in the daylight
I’m waiting for the guy with the butterfly knife
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The Anxious Protagonist
02:30
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I’m the character who never lived
I am God himself with Satan’s limbs
Your anxious protagonist
I gave my love to serpent skin
Now saintly songs replace my grin
The scripture’s affluent
My body, My blood and my tainted kiss
Will soon be the antithesis
A begrudged abstinent
My concentrated daily death
Impales my work related stress
But I’m still stuck in this clique incest
And I’m anxious
I’m wasted
The audience augments
I’m the catcher in the disguise
The desolate don’t compromise
And everyone, everyone applauds green eyes
And Absalom! Absalom! I’ve returned to be burned alive
To be burned alive
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Nominal Scripture
05:03
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She retreated
When I begged and pleaded
So as a lover I retired
To become saint-inspired
And I’m obnoxious
When I’m unconscious
A chauvinist I hope you’ll miss
Your anxious protagonist
And as I scribble nominal scripture
I’m pretty sure I don’t miss her
But I always reconsider
So salutations
To sanitation
Cos dear, that boy will make you itch
You’ll soon return to my fabric
And claim my body
As your laundry
I am clean but coming unstitched
Trying to kick my bleach habit
And as I sip my risky elixir
I mock delusional singers
But nothing paints a picture
I’m being treated
For things I’ve been seeing
And I can’t imagine how that felt
Hanging there from your father’s belt
And as I scribble nominal scripture
I’m fucked up and I miss her
And I’ll never reconsider
(I stayed around there’s nothing left
My beating heart rests in my chest
Of all the lives I hoped to wreck
Yours appeared the safest bet
I wanted for Lorraine to stay
Eternal but the world changed
So meet me underground if they
Tell you that you can’t be saved)
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Underground/Lorraine
05:22
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It’s been inferred that these words are meaningless
And your teeth don’t belong in my chest
It’s best to dance with another fool
But I’m always watching you
Wide-eyed, but the sight might bury me
So it’s convenient that you dug my grave
It’s hate for men with makeshift morals
And love for fucking up their worlds
And my ears ring
Cos Annie’s voice is deafening
And I sing the way I sing because you hate the way it sounds
When you live the way I live it’s best to stay underground
The process of ferociousness
The finality of death
You’re abstract in abstinence
And my love’s just a hopeful fist
A manic among models
My morose, corrosive vowels
They make your ears ring
Cos clarity is clandestine
And I sing the way I sing because you hate the way it sounds
When you live the way I live you always wind up underground
So we dripped like dirty dishes
And she granted all my wishes
I was sorry for my shame
But you can never stop Lorraine
She is the blonde, blur kiss
I’m the anxious protagonist
I’ve reinvented recoil
So these sheets, they will shake with violence
We got wasted in the kitchen
And she pulled out all my stitches
I’m inclined to ascertain
This preposterous chest pain
I imposed my grandiose
To get her out of her clothes
I said I only act appalled
To get to know her bones
So we sleep like we’re suspicious
Her lust becomes malicious
I was sorry for my shame
But you can never stop Lorraine
I was sorry for my shame
But you can never stop Lorraine
And I sing the way I sing because you hate the way it sounds
So please live the way I live and come meet me underground
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11. |
Try Low Bites (Plan A)
04:52
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Your words are the cataracts of my sensory
That I bleed on to cassette tape sides a & b
Cover to cover, you all read anxiously
To find, only shame in the story
Mellow/Traumatic
Little orphan addict
Singing for sympathy but never asking
Look-a-likes
No one writes
To be different from the lowly lights
So I try low bites, I bottom feed
To brutalize the temporary
You’re slipping on the sweat beads I sow
Where nothing grows over dust and bones
Recover your lover, cos I cannot fuck and flee
No love I, I’m obliged to honesty
Oceans of plastic
Foundation for the has-beens
Singing the melody of the lapses
Noxious nights
Novice plight
Leaving before the chance of a goodbye
Consult the cannibals
When dirty saints decompose
So I try low bites, I bottom feed
To brutalize the temporary
We’re different from the lowly lights
And leave before you say goodbye
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12. |
...The Hungry Animals
01:20
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Consult the cannibals
The hungry animals
The harsh improbables
The rabid radicals
I’m inclined to share our fate
We’re devoid of everything
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You’re lining bandages across your skin
But you’re forgiven for the places you have been
Sometimes the devils just don’t love you right
Sometimes you get lost in the night life
And I’m not known for waiting for the right time
But baby doll these sheets will shake in the right light
Sometimes the boys just don’t treat you right
When they stare at you with those hissing eyes
And I’m waiting for your goodbye
So I can drive home to ‘Complete Control’ tonight
Yeah you’re living towards the people you don’t know
And I’m inspired to fight rock and roll
Sometimes the city just don’t hold you tight
Maybe my heart could find the right words this time
And darling I was Satan before my prime
Now I know that Annie loved the lowly lights
So we ash our cigarettes in the trash can
Do I need to convince you I’m the right man?
And I’m waiting for your goodbye
So I can sing along to ‘Angel Fuck’ tonight
Sometimes your demons hang just out of sight
Sometimes we look like fools when we die
Sometimes you kill yourself to live your life
But I’d like to get to know you in the daylight
Sometimes you kill yourself to live your life
But I’d like to get to know you in the daylight
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