1. |
fake
01:33
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boys keep walking through you
turnstile exit, blue moon
you leave your heart in that hope
you leave your body and soul
fake it all
at once
fake it all
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2. |
shape
02:14
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fleeting curses bend down
the branches of your shape
so vexed by the beginnings
some hunger you cant sate
and in the head we conjure
youll fade
hold the dancer in you
tie her with your death
the body will be singing
inbetween the breaths
and into the pale morning
youll step
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3. |
head
02:47
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boy what can you do
the devil's got a hold on you
just trust the open sky
to fall upon your mind
and thrust the aching blue
recklessly into you
this world will look at you
disappear into
your thoughts of days to come
dissolve in the sun
and nothing will be left
in your empty head
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4. |
spaced out
02:17
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spaced out in hell
where you blend in
with your warding spells
cold bones
that haunt you
through the night that you hurt
so pierce the flesh
with silver
you will poison yourself
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5. |
break broke broken
02:48
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a girl is staying in tonight
break broke broken
im bottled up by the sky
and you were already there
you were already there
aint nobody who would follow
through pills and heart
through pills and heart
come and take them from me
come take it all
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6. |
wounds
02:16
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three months in
a pinebox room
youll turn into
turn into
bursting beds
of flowering death
a poison air
a poison air
dressed in wounds
your body grew
all over you
all over you
hungers dance
and sing into
the breath you drew
buried you
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7. |
tiny ghosts
02:29
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a drunken sleep
on a porcelain bed wheeling
into the day
all the fragile speak
you were sick with a hundred laws
and all your friends
are tiny ghosts wailing
below the grass
they grant you entry
come home when you want to
to the room that cursed you
and well feed the dirt
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8. |
work
02:53
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drunk on harm
we blurred into
i felt your lives
through the coat
i felt your skin
mend
beset by work
they exchange
every place we forget
with remembrance
come back
come back
to the deathly hands
upon ourselves
upon ourselves
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