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132
02:18
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Far as forever, voices vacant range
Contradicting paralyzed by change
Time will come to break your just the same
As an arrow framed
Over your
It’s just the place they want you to chew
Over me
It’s not my place to give relief
Soon then, Gaia will reclaim
Unaware her wickedness erased
Temporary stone in empty waste
Sanded into grace
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Roald Dahl's Fingers
02:03
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Go far away, we’re doing fine no thank you anyway
Higher, desire, on fire now
Cold backwards way, of apparating out of nothing
Oiler, destroyer of lives, no knives so it’s ok
No salvation for your bastard
Endless flow of sullied masters
Low to be chained, for I love him more than I could hate
You, sickly son, no eyes, no nose, just gums
Please, be a saint, become a eunuch and then isolate
For you're a deserter, who leeches on a laps without shame
Celebration of your absence
Rootless flowers root forever
1-2-Fuck-You
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Just Arms
02:45
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So long legs
Pretending to forget things I’ve said
Arches are shed, it's fine
Dropped on heads we’ve stacked so high
But these are just arms
Why should they move moons
For those who can't understand
That the others don't choose
Will you wait
Hieroglyphics spelling out your name
Over, shaking sands so soft
Quickly feels like home
Are these really just arms
If they're crossed and removed
From the ocean of teeth and blood
That they’ve floated since youth
Can’t even understand this shell I sin, oh well away
Singing every single day, so fortunately
Is at port or will it glow
Will it know from whence it grows
When the soil does erode
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Acres of Cars
02:47
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But his absence left the cave a hollow place
Water fell but it would never sound the same
Going through, somewhere free
Hybrid psilocybin stuck in ivory ovaries
It apologized, it turned and saw now face
Still believing that the shelter would remain
The azaleas died, they dried up and decayed
I guess the ash is there but I can’t try again
Old sensations there to grasp the face
All that seems so drained, forever out in space
Can’t believe, it tracers flow
Outlines fade to show I’m wrong
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Why Omen Columbus, Ohio
a sonic bomb
a banshee’s wale
a blissful chaos
a great big gold star
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