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Radar Paradigm
03:31
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Break the radar paradigm
Kill the dark side of your mind
Black matter controller substance
Billow buster inflator gator
A hardened cluster by skin
A liquid temple inside
Hope the planets don’t align
The radar paradigm
The secrets of your blood line
Break the radar paradigm
Kill the dark side of your mind
In a world out of the ordinry, your face remains a mystery
No dagger, needle, or pin could harm this illusory charm
There’s another rope to climb
With fingers tight to grip
A moonlit path left to climb
Break the radar paradigm
Kill the dark side of your mind
To disregard the lessons of the day
To forget the rituals, the sacrifice, the final say
To lose your dreams, just stay with me
It’ll never be the same
To keep living
To keep chasing these plastic boards
These hollow hearts
Or to believe a solution could descend
But like a diamond tombstone
Never changing, never breaking, never faking, never waking
You are never to be trusted x4
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Glitter Bars
05:08
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In glitter bars, these bitter scars are real
There won’t be time to tell you how I feel
You are this neon shack
The light that guides me in
The cool that blows me out
The sapphire clad desire bringing me back
I spot the mismatched irises on you
Mistake me for the 3D man you knew
The blues and reds around our heads
They make me feel closer to the edge
Take me to that far off place again
The blurring lines without disguise
Dig me up and show me to the sound
One where we first thought of this?
I can’t recall a safer place than that
The smell of mist filled ecstasy collapse
In glitter bars, these bitter scars appear
I faked my death to wind up here ah-ah-ah
You are this neon shack
The light that guides me in
The cool that blows me out
The sapphire clad desire bringing me back
I ask the mismatched irises for you
Mistaking each intention for a clue
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3. |
Creeping Hollow
04:07
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Of a cast of creatures on array
You are the most peculiar chore I have to do today
Twilight clouds of open flame
You will be the first to have noticed
Witness that cultural degradade
They look like we do
Fixated on all the same coating
It’s all to expel that creeping hollow x2
Hidden out of constant pestering
You are what most sardonic twitches only try to be
Dysentery dogs will play
They would bark if they had noticed
Witness that cultural degradade
They look like we do
Fixated on all the same coating
Signal the final hue
Signal the final shade
Punctures, I’ve had a few
Pleasantly chockablock
Cancel the partial load
Soggy the barricade
Shit has me pressure cooked
Tell hims I had it made
Witness a tributary feeling
That casts a blackened shade
Witness that cultural degradade
It’s all to expel that creeping hollow x4
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The Portal
02:17
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Mechanic Fantasy
05:11
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Strike, Hold
I’d like to catch a glimpse of what I’m already missing
Your finger’s itching on the button of a collared shirt
Strike, Hold
A sooty little autograph is all that I’m smearing
A branding baton and a heatwave to garnish the scene
You could dance with the orange and yellows
You could wince at the winds of bellows
You could bend at the backbone and reach out
To crank the grindstone
In an out of the body parade
There’s a pleasure in being delayed
Like a swipe to the jawbone
Reach out to crank the grindstone
Just stick to your alibi
Kiss my sweet lullaby
Holding my specialty
Mechanic fantasy
Caught in the underpass
Dripping the hourglass
Lips linger fluidly
Mechanic fantasy
Sliding down to the knee
Guiding delicately
Riding a mechanic fantasy, fantasy, fantasy
Strike, Hold
I haven’t the capacity to sample vanilla
The evidence spotted on the balcony floor
Strike, Hold
The snap of the tongs in the clutch of the killer
To pretend it isn’t a sin to begin to descend
You could dance with the orange and yellows
You could wince at the winds of bellows
You could bend at the backbone and reach out
To crank the grindstone
In an out of the body parade
There’s a pleasure in being delayed
Like a swipe to the jawbone
Reach out to crank the grindstone
Sliding down to the knee
Guiding delicately
Riding a mechanic fantasy, fantasy, fantasy
Just stick to your alibi
Kiss my sweet lullaby
Holding my specialty
Mechanic fantasy
Caught in the underpass
Dripping the hourglass
Lips linger fluidly
Mechanic fantasy
Riding a mechanic fantasy, fantasy, fantasy
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Apostrophe
04:10
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Enter a realm of charming chokers to find one
Only to land the blacklight blusher
I am amused by her possessive nature
I know I was accused of legislature
Making a case for masochistic logistics
With a contaminated gesture
She was exact, intact, and loosely dismissive
As she sipped at sin and tonic eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Apostrophe applauding my possession
Apostrophe because we need to know to each our own
I couldn’t be the first to trade you
Persuade you that there is a prize in sharing
You can discern the have and have nots
And try to show there isn’t a limit to your sex
The undercurrent of unnecessary tension
Unspoken knowing of
Apostrophe applauding my possession
Apostrophe the cause of my confession
Apostrophe we’re nodding to your body’s rhythm
Apostrophe because we need to know to each our own
Apostrophe x3
Apostrophe because we need to know to each our own
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Corkscrew
05:12
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The pink clouds turned to storms
It smelled like ash
Your skin was warm
You glowed like violet, but the rain still came
I can’t feel the things we made
The void is growing, were the stars to blame?
Corkscrew right through me now
Sensations not forgetting
It’s inside of everything we do
I miss the breathing
I miss the leaving
It made me feel all the same in the end
What was it in my head?
I did what you said
I’m not better for it
It’s like we never met
In the darkness of the night
It fell right through me
Different but the same
Corkscrew right through me now
Sensations not forgetting
The demise of everything we do
Once you break through the sound
The vessel rotates deeper
Twist until you cannot undo
The final corkscrew x2
Tighten the corkscrew
It wasn’t real until I saw you there
You looked like me but less broken
All because a corkscrew
Right through me now
Sensations not forgetting
It’s inside of everything we do
Once you break through the sound
The vessel rotates deeper
Twist until you cannot undo
The final corkscrew x2
Tighten the corkscrew
I am the corkscrew
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8. |
Cold Curse
04:44
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Be the first to cut me open
Choose which veins to snap
Be the first to break my heart
I won’t be needing that
Leave me dry on frozen teardrops
Icing on the cake
Leave me caught in your black arts
Dispose me with your jaded kiss
There’s a place in hell for this
A familiar visitation itching at my ear
Guaranteed to petrify these memories in stone
There’s a place in hell for this
Uniquely predesigned
Let the shadow paralyze you
Haunting with a kind caress
There’s a place in hell for this
In the arms of former lovers
On the bleeding edge of the sun
I felt a brush of lips that I recognized
But I couldn’t place
Here’s a chance to bite the apple
Here’s an opportunity
I am naked, bruised, and bleeding
(There is a place in hell for this)
I have lost everything
I miss it
There’s a place in hell for this
In the arms of former lovers
On the bleeding edge of the sun
I felt a brush of lips that I recognized
But I couldn’t place
To be gorged in front of the beast
Or be starved in front of the feast
I could close my eyes and be done with you
But I had fun with you
Out in the universe
I am stuck in space hosting a cold curse
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9. |
Sawtooth EKG
07:00
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10. |
Love For Rachel
05:34
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This is a cold spell
One that will slow you
One that will hold you
One that will freeze
This is a moment to be shaken
There is no deadline for moving on
This is a cold spell
Not one that will last long
Clear the fog
There’s no need to linger on
What is left and what is gone
But if it hurts to spend days in your bed
Lost in your head
I’m there too
This is a daily operation
There is no blanket for this cold
This is a wave of coalescence
This is wanting to hold
Drifting in the wispy snow
Shadowed by murmuring trees
Grasping what you can’t see
In dire need of something to do
I’m there too
This is the hit you take
One that will slow you down
One that will hold you down
One that will fizzle out
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Flust Atlanta, Georgia
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Tiptoe on two dew lips. Scrunched felt fingers on yer neck.
@flust__
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