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Hole in my head
Head in my hands
Hand on my heard
Cross me out
Give up the self
A moment of hell
Cavity wounds
Carve me loose
Cross me out
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2. |
You Never Stop Playing
03:18
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There is a little box
Tied shut with kite string
It stays under my bed
With all the other sad things
A case of plain wood
With hinges rotten
It always turns up
Just when I’d forgotten
And some days
It’s nothing more than a wisp of cloud
In distant memory
But most nights
In the creases of darkness before the daybreak
I can hear it knock
And in that little box
Haunts an old familiar
With the eyes of a saint
And the hands of a killer
And when it wants out
My every breath’s a battle
And underneath my bed
I hear it rattling
I won’t open you
It’s just a little box
But I don’t dare unlock it
And I bet you’ve got
One just like it
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Navidson (v.ii)
03:46
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I am alone
I am alone
A spiral staircase without a rail
I am alone
Where no one can watch me, no one can watch me fail
My mind’s a house where the furniture moves on its own
All the rooms rearrange themselves so it can never be a home
Every map I make leads me anywhere but out
Sometimes I’m sure it would be easier to burn the whole thing down
Every mark I make evaporates into these ashen walls
Not even echoes of my voice respond to my desperate calls
I lie numb for hours upon this frozen floor, where
No one else can know the emptiness behind these thousand doors
Shadows grow longer
As the light moves farther
Away inside this labyrinth of nervous run-on thoughts
There is no north or south, all directions point to lost
Within this anxious darkness, every friend seems a foe
No matter where I settle, my head will never be my home
The halls are caving in
The walls are growing thin
Still, the ghosts stay silent
So I can’t forget, cannot forget
I am alone
A spiral staircase with no rail
I am alone
Built of brittle brick and shale
I am alone
Rotted, collapsing and pale
I am alone
So come on and watch me, come on and watch me fail
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My thoughts are sharpened to sickly points
They turn, face inward, tear me apart
We all want to be heard
None of us want to hear
A million bare artists
All without audience
Roadsides carve my name upon a cross
A stark reminder this was a choice
We learn from pain
We make memories
We can repress
And lessons we can’t
A tilt of wrists
A swerve, a miss
Another inch
And I become
A memory
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5. |
Cactus Uncle
02:54
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A warpath of favors and fortunate sons
Paved with the teeth you used to sever all their tongues
Set fire to the crop so you can read by the light
Tell us who is worthy of their basic human rights
Decide
Basic human rights
Picking out a casket cuz we can't afford the meds
The only legacy will be the stones above our heads
Kneeling on the needy as you gaze up to the sky
Your ticket to a fair life was the cock between your thighs
Decide
Basic human rights
Set fire to the earth so you can see by the light
Tell us who is worthy of their basic human rights
Decide
Or die
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6. |
Golden Calf
00:59
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-absurd wailing-
a place for everything, and everything in its place
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7. |
Cession Cartographer
04:55
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I’m the liar, you’re the thief
A tapestry of prophecies
I’m the last thing you’ll believe
But a thirst for sober reason
Left you kneeling at my feet
Bleeding from this curtain
In my best weekend suit
I am the soothsayer
I am the mute
An omen above the door
A face painted in grief
The figure at your funeral
Who buried your belief
I’m the fiction, you’re the greed
Personas reaping your elegies
Collecting always the company
Of architects and arch rivals
Scoundrels and scholars
Someone to mark the hours
Until I sleep beneath the ground
Would you trade your eyes for mine?
Rest against your miseries
Unfold your every tragedy
There is no revelation
In each annihilation
Replicate your miseries in
A litany of tragedy
There is no liberation
From the cycle of cremation
Ceding from this curtain
In my best weekend suit
I am the soothsayer
I am the mute
An omen above the door
A face painted in grief
The figure at your funeral
Who buried your belief
Would you trade your eyes for mine?
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Wine-Dark Sea
03:59
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You were a famous foreign novel
In a language I couldn’t read
Still I couldn’t look away from the symbols on your pages
Cuz in you I saw pieces of me
I took you home, a first edition
Leather-bound and golden leaved
As I skimmed you every night, in your margins I would write
The tale I thought your letters could weave
A sweet and tragic romance
Lovers separated by the sea
Who face the ocean’s anger
To prove their love was always meant to be
As I sank into your pages
Floating on each enigmatic line
Those two lovers in my head, braved the ocean dread
To finally meet each other in the night
Yet when they came together
Their hearts could find no comfort in that place
The truth of each lover
Was nothing like the dreams that they had chased
And when I found a good translation
My chance to know the truth within your leaves
Just imagine my surprise, to open you and find
And annotated history of the Holy Roman Empire…
Are you kidding me?
I built an archetype around you
A fable from the very start
An image without truth, just my idea of you
An effigy to cradle my heart
I took you home
I should have known
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I am always with you
Like an aching, little scar
The only one to see you
For whom you really are
I will never leave you
Forever at your heel
The darkness in your shadow
The only devil that’s real
I will always bleed you
Sharp, like a broken tooth
I will not be forgotten
I will not be shaken loose
We are fused
How can you sleep
With a demon in your bed?
My roots run deep
We are bound with more than thread
How can you sleep
When I haunt your every breath?
How will you keep
It all straight until the day of your death?
How can you sleep?
I will never leave you
I will not be disowned
No one would believe you
Ever kept control
I will never free you
You are mine to abuse
I will not be forgotten
I will not be shaken loose
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10. |
Andy Ears
04:37
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$7
$3
$2
I'm hardly a man
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thejudasobscure Waterbury, Connecticut
"The Beast of Brass City" - one-piece screamo/noisecore. 100% of music/merch proceeds go to CT Bail Fund.
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