1. |
Treadline
02:20
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2. |
Mirror Touch
02:50
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as it fades away
now sweet sense of touch, is fading away
just fades away
building castles of time with ego's clay
now a dark storm of thoughts, starts to decay
observe integrity, as it passes through
actions of uncharted thoughts, slip through your stubborn brain
grapes hanging from the soil, upside down
swim among the clouds
hail is coming
now sweet sense of touch, is fading away
just fades away
building castles of time with ego's clay
pick any card, it is a moment
freeze it and put it in a jar
sleeping kalongs, they understand
they see your world, hear your voices
all's washed down in the darkest well
so deep and dim
lost between walls of a volatile prison,
break facts in pieces and build a meaning away
your own meaning
Built it away
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3. |
Latewood Talks
01:17
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whispering voices, never heard
beneath the dirt
cleaved statures, firmed trunks
that breathed for me
covetous actions, horizontal circles
on annual rings
scented odors wiped out
time's silk hands carved out
wrecking those sculptures just in seconds
chopping failures
polishing flatware
selfdom's on table
innermost deep piths, do you see?
dusk shadows
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4. |
Patch
02:30
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patch yourself
patch your mouth
patch your eyes
patch your ears
seeking not seeing into the ways to behave
spitting filthy blood, what lies beneath
is a wounded flesh covered up in lies
three monkeys at your door, no evil mon amour
one'll patch your mouth, so you won't brag around
second will patch your eyes, so you won't blood paint lies
third will patch you ears, so you won't hear your scream
seeking not seeing into the ways to behave
spitting filthy blood, what lies beneath
is a wounded flesh covered up in lies
taking advantage
does that make you proud
seek for a shelter
ain't getting any better
patch yourself
or I will patch you
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5. |
Lawnmower Man
03:36
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digging borrows towards the light
confront the green teeth of the might
devouring roots, flesh along it's way
chewing, swallowing blood and hay
cloven feet slog my chest
caught in the field, trap of my nest
something freezing obeys my moves to stay
only fantasize it is myself, confronting me
a dark shadow lurks in the yard
nothing is safe, breathing is seized again
jaws with green teeth pierce me all over
watch him grinning as I never recover
a mythical creature it could never exist,
and now he's looking for some feast
friendly pose, could never oppose,
roll the end credits under my nose
something freezing obeys my moves to stay
only fantasize it is myself, confronting me
a dark shadow lurks in the yard
nothing is safe, breathing is seized again...
newly mown grass hung pleasant in the air
tonight
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6. |
Textures
02:07
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a shade of thoughts
overflows my conscience, replaying over and over again
discorded talks
lackey to id' intentions, ginormous mistake
always sullying
tender light that you gave off
dried flames
will not fulfil the greatest need
to cleanse from rust
carved warmth now turned to dust
like acid rain, birthed dripping doubts
landed on our dribbled trust
falling from skies
bulk shutters seared ground below
making deeper
and greater gap between us
now I see
temblor surrounding every mile in my sight
distance and smog
become the white noise blocking me
to cleanse from rust
carved warmth now turned to dust
like acid rain, birthed dripping doubts
landed on our dribbled trust
fondled actions piled like corpses
cliffs of mistrust
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7. |
Summer Outfit
02:15
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melt in deep sleep, flirting with heat
one day you'll be coated from beneath
skin feels like silk, two shinning feet
quicksand will eat your vermillion meat
world's fondling the shinning tan,
lucky eyes will have tache noir
killing breath of a dazzling sun
cherry bloodshed has just begun
melt in deep sleep, flirting with heat
one day you'll be coated from beneath
sweating gore was not swept
dripping from eyes that sadly wept
haunting past starts to beget
war crimes painting the outfit red
scorch remains, spread across the sea
disavow by lying next to me
for I am dead
dead as well
dead as hell
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