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Lay in the river calling waves
Start out
A fruit to bring back home
See to that my tragedy's erased
Part fallen
And half drowned
To pray
Heaven put my little bones away
Away
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Speaking
06:16
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They could lie and lie awake, oh reaching one
Feelers in there multiply what still
She would wrap her arms around in settled be unstuck
Start the rapture and the flood
Cure, say, soften
Too late, too haunted.
Prey of night and nights awake, oh speaking one
Palm a fist and grasp into your world
She could have the warmth of it of honey into cuts
Stall the rasp of talking back
Backward they talk in
Backmask sleepwalker
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3. |
& Moving
02:57
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Take from what I talk with lately
Take from have to breathing out
Safe from cover darkness surface
Make me all but into dust
My body
My body
My body
My body out there
Left it rotting in cambric dresses
Left me falling into what
Felt a buzz a camera softens but
There are things it won't pick up
My body
My body
My body
My body out there
There but
Oh do we oh do we oh do we oh do we
Arrange a place for us?
Wallpaper
Moving and moving and moving and moving
And snakes are wires tangled up
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm not
There but
Oh do we oh do we oh do we oh do we
Arrange a place for us?
Wallpaper
Moving and moving and moving and moving
And snakes are wires tangled up
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4. |
Hornets
04:31
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Mine is whats left for those convalescent steps fork away
Feeding the last of the minutes haunting hours decay
Fine marks cost in letters off inside
Of the five you lost will lead you in tonight
Do what you will
Convex and razor choking
Hornets pieces crippling divide
Jaw lost of cackle the rhythm of a scaffolding neck
Fallen the riches, a pigment, a rattling crept
Dye marks soft and featureless reside
And the five you lost are sleeping out of sight
Do what you will
Convex and razor choking
Hornets pieces crippling divide
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5. |
Chitin
04:27
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Say I'm holding on
What you have become
I feel a motion from the corner of the room
All your phantom limbs have ossified
May this ghost inside your head relay the context when
All your chitin go to waste
Do these shackles break your brittle skin?
I am wont for this incision
All the time I have deflect into your silhouette
Fearing what you have become
Cold is the broken wing swept with blemishes I found
Intact disc hasn't broken what's inside
Torn from the base of the spine where track marks are spitting back
There finds the angel rim in a casque of astrocyte
My hands turn black as the column of ash you were left in
Gone with the slits in your eyes as they match you to them
All the time I have deflect into your silhouette
Fearing what you have become
Call would you let me
Call would you let me in?
Say I'm holding on
What you have become
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6. |
What Sun
04:05
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Made of readings, backlight, and brighter in the right note
Wide eyed, sometimes upright, spinal in a tightrope
Shade of seeing beings and people that you cry for
Gave up birthright, I might cut around the sight part
What sun incur I?
What sun incur I?
I
Take these bleeding messes, siphoning the life out
What needs doing, serving, or something unpolite for
Lay the curtain, starlight cauterize the eyesore
Gave up birthright, I might cut around the sight part
What sun incur I?
What sun incur I?
I
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7. |
Transfiguration
09:02
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Carnal steps I'm leaking
Of autumn days and evenings
Find this price I'm given
Frightless and frightness reaching up
Surface of tower missing
In calls a fonder wishing
Swarms of hissing after
Coming in faster fast enough
My head
Why tear
These bones out
My head
That stare
These clothes off
Carnal steps I'm itching
Dead marks the latter feeling
Artificial reason
Are you messing up enough
Bisect the pleasure region
Collection unforgiven
Iris and clutch entangle
If only way too, way too long
My head
Why tear
These bones out
My head
That stare
These clothes off
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Monastery Rec. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
dedicated to bringing you various forms of odd & mysterious indie electronic music from darker hidden corners.
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