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Living Dead
02:23
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I come to in the closed comfort of nothing to lose
When you’re underground there’s no space to move
No need to stretch yourself out
I kick and scratch from inside, try to find a hole
The body’s gone
Desperate nails bloody velvet walls
This body’s gotta get gone!
I kick and scratch from inside try to make a hole
Get this body out
Desperate nails pierce velvet walls
This body’s gotta get out!
Dead eyes get their fill of life, whatever can be found
Can’t reach the sky, no need to avoid the ground
The biggest threat tonight is myself
I don’t care anymore what’s left – I’m the living dead
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Sky Under Night
02:40
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Moving out into endless night
The evening clothes an enthusiastic sky
Only day lets mistakes be made
Only day lights the lily’s stain
Chase me into anonymity
Come, chase me to a new abject perfection
And we exchange through the same ratios of domination
In every setting we’re still as stations
I am a master and I am a slave
My thirst is smothered under the heaviest wave
The head’s house is built several streets away from the heart’s favela
With a view skewed by its own empire
And you hurt me because you can’t see me
Where’s the sky under night?
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A Palimpsest
02:12
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A palimpsest of dissent – the ghosts of signatures forged atop each other
Faceless shapes, generations that remain unnamed
Inherent oppressions born as shadows cast from greater light
Our lives, visible only through retrospect
Globe in gradual pirouette
Loop a noose around their necks
Mansions left uninhabited and riches left unspent
Does the nobler man remain unpaid or sign to tragedy his name?
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Inertia
01:17
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Gotta tear through every fetter and then tie yourself up
Arid peace isn’t freedom without the capacity for violence
Inertia, oh!
Not pornographic but this is candid
Sensations,
Repeat defeats without subjugation
It hurts,
It has to hurt
Opening wounds for a space to move your fingers
The paintbrush is pushed to the edges of its canvas
There’s a fear of freedom that comes when it exceeds your interests
Don’t be police: the room is bigger than you
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The Body
02:31
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You were born this weak
Body-bag skin – the slow growing of a seed
The stains of your sin and the dirty way that you bleed
Do you hate yourself? An invitation to feast:
Flesh is bread, eat and detest whatever you have left
Flesh is bread, eat and think of the end – how much you stand to suffer in death
The body aches, the body aches
Nails, bloody nails
And beyond, everything imperfect will burn
You are dying and eternity is earned
Crippled by desire, to the limits of what you know
Flaws are freckles, you are ugly under clothes
The body aches, the body aches
Nails, bloody nails
I graze my knee
Nailed feet
Under the burden of such swollen piety
Flesh is bread, eat and detest what’s left of yourself
Break the skin on your knee
As you kneel and you’ll bleed
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Car Crash
03:06
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I am a car-crash, insatiable damage
Just quieter than you’d expect
A mantric state at terminal velocity, orbiting metal
I am a visitor, visiting the wreck
Kaleidoscopic colours
I’m watching myself through splintered light
And these colours must be fucking bright
This movement – perpetual definition
Car-crash!
The world stops, comes to a halt and throws me one hundred feet
My world stops, comes to a halt and makes me a victim of my scenery
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Gertrude
03:48
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You gave me my sight
And what I saw left me paralysed
I was happier with my light denied
You have me my sight
And what I saw left me paralysed
Our world is cruel, it burdens callow eyes
The water calls me unclean, its muddy colour offers peace
My reflection hectors me, I’m sorry – so sorry, Amelie
If I were a bird I wouldn’t sing
If I were a bird I couldn’t sing
I do such terrible things
I see such terrible things
If I were a bird I couldn’t sing
I do such terrible things
I see such terrible things – I hate to see such terrible things
You gave me my sight
And what I saw left me paralysed
The world, it hurts with us both alive
You gave me my sight
And I saw left me paralysed
We are the burden – only good should survive
This is the end of my life
Goodbye, Pastor, goodbye
The only charity I have left is my suicide
This is the end of my life
Goodbye, Pastor, goodbye
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Instrumental
01:53
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I Built Myself
02:21
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Built myself, I built myself
This is where we built ourselves a home
Kept our belongings apart, carved a path of my own
A different pile for all these pains
A different mark for every name
Your voice an echo now that penetrates this silent space
In every shadow, in every corner of this room
In every shadow…
Built myself, I built myself
I cut this body out of stone
Sat outside your window, carefully out of view
Watched the bodies fall like rain
A different mark for every name
I thought of joining the greater storm but something keeps me in this room
You can hide in the darkest room
But you can’t hide from what’s a part of you
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Lament
01:33
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The world cracked like an eggshell and pushing at the fractures
Emerged a new pair of eyes, mirrored in my own
Incomplete glassy stories that ruled themselves
Tiny glimpses of the shadows inside…
Callow body
Shallow lungs
Eyes screaming at the hollow void
It feels so sure it can fill itself in – its tiny body won’t fly again
The world cracked like an eggshell and pushing at the fractures
Emerged a new pair of eyes, mirrored in my own
Incomplete glassy stories that ruled themselves
Tiny glimpses of the shadows inside pupils
What I saw and what I came to see
Of a figure carried by such tired blistered feet
A worn out reflection that I could not call my own
A hollow reflection that I – I refused to call my own
Oily complexion, suffocated skin
The tragedy of an unattended broken wing
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Labyrinth
01:55
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It’s only a question of means and an intent to survive
What you’re given is without limit – but it comes at a cost:
Each body comes to bear inscription, each one inscribes
Don’t talk about victimization because a victim knows its worth
And no Joseph – your voice will not be heard
These acts of darkness betray unspoken desires
Imitation is all – as you require
To face the onslaught of night as the first few stars appear
That room is not your own, as this declaration makes clear
The alcove of night as the first few stars appear
This room is not your own, this declaration makes it clear
You’re not alone in this labyrinth of loneliness
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12. |
Cassava Poisoning
02:30
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Moonlit eyes fall upon the shore
They won’t see in night what they don’t see no more
The closeness of another
The desperate dream of prestige
The sanctified violence and a surreptitious disease
Look how we come so culturiZed
Look how we come so civilised
Disease are cultures we breed, something I want you to see
Drink the sap from the trees – yeah, you’ll be working for me
Look how we come so justified
Look how we leave here so satisfied
Where vision is obscurity
Selected histories inherent in me
Our nature is not visible
Kings and servants of the strongest will
Oh, cassava!
Look how we come so culturiZed
Look how we come so civilised
Look how we come so glorified
Look how we come so sanitized
Yeah, you’ll be working for me
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Copycat
02:25
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Consider me an audience
Consider me in flux
Endlessly responsible and endlessly influenced
A singular definition with dimensions much and invisible
Copycat, Copycat
The patterns have all been outlined, still capable, capable to defy
Copycat, Copycat
There’s a body on the poster
There’s bodies on the shelves
Recognise the picture before you recognise yourself
A single impersonation compounded from every expectation
Copycat, Copycat
The patterns have all been outlined, dirty water, now hard to recognise
Who I am
No longer know who I am
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Worms
02:23
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The horse of instruction perpetuates hell
Hell constructs a dungeon within the self
The active experience now held in suspense
Your consternation is like a camera
That freezes misaction, the defining eye
Now the body’s diseased, it impedes on the mind
You fear your fear, you fear yourself
All flesh is human flesh
And it gets eaten by worms
Your sense of consequence has become a sense of ends
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Beyond Laws
03:33
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A room of my own the pleasure’s inside
Controlling what I define as mine
The pure are perverts, all glory fetishized
Petrified in the bondage of denial
When desire is policed and sex is politicised
The body always looks to improvise
When desire is policed and sex is politicised
The body always looks to improvise
There’s nothing we need to say
So we say everything anyway
Into my garden, lilies amongst thorns
He that I love, I love beyond laws
I am Solomon’s song and Sharon’s rose
He that I love, I love beyond laws
Devise, devise
Always looks to improvise
Defies, Defies
Always looks to improvise
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