1. |
In The Way
03:22
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It’s not a job it’s a service
And i get paid in satisfaction
It’s not desire it’s purpose
Feeding off the chain reaction
I take your calls in the bathroom
So that no one can hear
And wash your blood down the sink
Cause we don’t keep souvenirs
Don’t say you can take it
Don’t think i won’t break it
Don’t try to hide your shaking
Don’t you know i know you’re faking
Here it goes
Aspiration holds
Obturate, unfold
Inclination codes
Here it goes
Don’t look so scared
(This is a gift)
Don’t look so bereft
(That’s what you said)
Here it goes
Watching, waiting in that fashion
There’s no place here for compassion
Aching for that interaction
Negative space, neutral passion
How could you know this would happen
Blood for blood in the transaction
Predilection for abstraction
Blood blood blood blood blood extraction
Bought tickets for the attraction
Tallying up your infractions
Drip a drop here it’s your ration
Expiration, final caption
Here it goes
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Don’t look in the mirror
They’re all broken
(Tell me how it feels to want to stay)
I’ve got a theory
That remains unspoken
(Tell me how it feels to still hold sway)
I can’t stop
I’ve got a theory
It remains untold
I’ve got milk in my veins
I speak the language of the gods
Your future self says thank you
It’s so hard to play the game
When leaving is so easy
The ending is the same
I can’t stop
I put poison in your birthday cake
Far more evil than even i could make
Give me someone new that i can hate
Sick of watching myself age
Nothing stays the same
Every day marks a change
Every first is a last in place
No one will remember your face
I’ve got a theory
It remains untold
The secret combination is inset in solid gold
The worst reflection isn’t what
You think you see
You look so pretty staring back at me
I’ve got a theory
It remains untold
The secret combination is
Only learned when you get old
It’s choking on diamond
And vomiting gold
So glad we left so early
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3. |
They Fear Us
04:10
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It feels like lightyears away
If feels like decades
You think you’ve made your escape
But we’re catching up again
Watching you make your mistakes
Exaltation pure
Don’t quote the debt that you’ve paid
Cause we’re catching up again
I held my breath on the way down
Your tangled hair became my gown
I’ll never tell you what i found
Now look who’s finally got the crown
You think we’re lightyears away
You think we’re decades
We’ve waited aeons to say
That we’re catching up again
So sweet to know that you’re prey
And it’s a blessing
Bathe in the mess that you made
Cause we’re catching up again
Bow to your blood
Your queen and
Your god
Bow to the end of
Everything you love
You think we’re lightyears away
You think we’re decades
You think you’ve made your escape
But we’re catching up again
Stop praying to god
I’m not listening
Bow before your blood
Bow to your blood
Your queen and
Your god
Bow to the end of
Everything you love
It feels like lightyears away
If feels like decades
You think you’ve made your escape
But we’re catching up again
Stop praying to god
I’m not listening
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4. |
Camera Eats First
04:53
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Just let the light pass through
I’ve got time to kill
I’ll let you choose the speed
I’ll pick the reel
Don’t move just stay right there
Accept the curse
Let me devour you
Because the camera always eats first
It’s what you do when you think
No one is watching
It’s what you say when you think
No one is there
It’s the way that you’re shifting
Inside your skin
Peel it off and show me
What’s left within
Rip it off and show me
Just where you’ve been
Tear it off and show me
Show me how you win
Who does the light pour out forever
To hit rewind back to the dissever
Click the switch
Lock the strap
Pull me in
Close the gap
Push the lever
Drop the match
Fan the flames
Break the latch
Turn the dial
Close your eyes
You press play
I’ll baptise
Tip the candle
Knot the rope
Heart your cross
And die to hope
It’s what you do when you think
No one is watching
It’s what you say when you think
No one is there
Who does the light pour out forever
Who does the light pour out
Who do the shadows follow
Who do we die without
Our dark tomorrow
Who does the screen burn for
Who do the i always sing
Who is the end of all
Of everything
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5. |
Cremation Party
02:07
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It’s in concentration
I can’t control myself
Maybe it’s desperation
It’s all in the reaction
You make my hold my breath
When i need a distraction
We’re more than just a fixation
It chokes just how you like
The ash in your foundations
I need to feel the sensation
Burning each fingerprint
There’s nothing like a cremation party
I’m so proud of you
The gaps between
Where the nails catch
Treading the flesh
Caught in the act
Malice outlasts
So here’s to the past
It’s in concentration
I can’t control myself
Maybe it’s desperation
It’s all in the reaction
Burning each fingerprint
There’s nothing like a cremation party
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6. |
Number Five
02:47
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This family is as good as dead
And your exactly where we want you
Ignore the blades in your bed
They only cut you where you want to
Your empty laugh
An epitaph
A photograph
A parasite
We sit and tables and don’t speak
In front of meals we never fucking eat
Bloated from swallowing words
And push the leftovers inside the seat
When did i have to start begging
For a single scrap of sentiment
Let’s automate the embedding
Til it becomes an impediment
When did i have to start begging
To return my devotion
Why would i stab you in the back
When you’ve got so many faces to choose from
Your empty laugh
An epitaph that’s written on
A photograph
A parasite born backwards on
The second Sunday
And then refused to die again
Maybe one day
I’ll force you back down the drain
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7. |
Fluorescent
03:40
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Step down from the missing stair
And sit up in the empty chair
An illusion of influence
Painted on the ceiling
It’s not like you were ever there
Sick hearts for a healthy prayer
Could it be so obvious
It’s so unappealing
Up to the waiting room
I know we never had time
To say goodbye
The flowers never bloom
When it’\s the vase that decides
We’re inside
And now it’s closing in
Take the lift to the basement
Where they call it enslavement
Don’t tell me to be patient
Always looking for something
Why can’t it just be one thing
Nothing more than an upswing
I’m swinging up
Hide the note in the corner
Maybe it’ll be warmer
When the sun comes i’ll warn her
Thirty days til eleven
I never learned my lesson
And i’ll see you fluorescent
A trial inside the tomb
All for the turn of the tides
We’re inside
The flowers never bloom
When it’\s the vase that decides
We’re inside
Up to the waiting room
I know we never had
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A promise made
A neck to break
I had your fingers
Locked into mine
Look how the moon shines
Like a weeping sore
We’ve got a problem
It’s you this time
You should have gone back
Now there’s no time for that
You never learned peace
But i know who i am
We’ve got a problem
We’ve got a problem
We’ve got a problem
Go now
Go slow
Gone back
To the glow
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9. |
Hold, Be Held
04:34
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Don’t try to hide your shaking
Don’t look so scared
There is compassion here
I find the peace i never learned
This gift is what I have feared
There it goes
With nothing to oppose
No one has to know
Where we had to go
There it goes
When will i heal?
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