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Parlor Trick
02:25
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I’ll wait for it like the devil waits for idle hands. I’ll run somewhere they’ll never find me. We’re a dying breed and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
You were crying in the sanctuary when I said they knew my name.
Whose footprints are those? In the snow? Are they yours?
Where do your demons run when you set them free?
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I want the silence back… sleeping colossus.
I want the wonder back… but I spoke to slow again.
Like every day, it gets away.
In an ancient place I felt the moon in wane.
So pick a headstone from the creek bed, disrupt the roots.
Mountain so high it stops the sound.
Gotta dance with the dark to open the door.
Your identity is nowhere to be found,
Your divinity is sleeping underground
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Lurk
02:14
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Heresy! From the mouths of the young lungs their blades are dull but they tread on sacred ground and the coyotes howl when they come in the night they won’t leave a trace just like a dream where you can’t make out the face I gave my all was it enough and the ashes fall like snow ceremonial when they come for us we’ll know cast out into the night into the deep dark black where the shadows cast on a relic made out of driftwood and bone worship it til the river washes it all away
We don’t talk about that night no more.
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the hollows
02:44
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Smear some warpaint on and light a signal fire, I wanna die in the dirt.
But maybe my luck’s run out, a betrayal of ways when you corner the truth.
I wrestled your god to the ground, he was sweating through his shirt.
You don’t wanna know what this backpack can hold... anything that you want. An acetylene torch?
Burning in the echo chamber, I couldn’t hear my voice. Your beautiful fractured heart couldn’t ruin this magic for me.
“You will reap what you sow.”
So maybe I only love you when you’re on a drug. Just give me 15 minutes so I can buy a gun--anything that you want.
Keep smashing my skull with a hammer, it feels so good when you stop. I’ll look at this all someday with the fondness of a father.
He was somebody’s son, he was somebody’s somebody.
But I still feel the hollows.
Cast your light on me.
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Two Glasses of Water
02:14
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I guess I caught you on the comedown
Chewing on styrofaom
In the dark
In the back seat of mr. matrioshka’s motor car.
Could it have gone any other way?
Or were we born to walk the earth and say,
“You want it, we got it.”
Whose fever dream am I living?
We woke up in the same house
We robbed peter for paul
I should not have to say that aloud.
Let me tell you how it feels to be a black cloud
Swirling.
How can I ask for more if there’s nowhere else to go?
You wanted to be a creature of habit.
Every glass table top in town has seen it.
It goes by 1000 different names.
“With hooves and horns for now I’m bored, I am the lonely king.
And at the sound of my voice
Hell
Opens
Up.”
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True Bruise
02:55
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Like the driver of the silent ambulance I’m well aware it’s too late
To patch up all the holes in your clothes and hammer and nail boards on the windows.
I don’t think you laughed that hard when I read all the interstate signs aloud.
We were talking slow, you would hold me close.
I hadn’t felt that power before and I don’t think I want to anymore.
Been swimming through a haunted hum like a whistle for a dog that’ll never come.
I couldn’t ice the bruise away but it’s getting duller everyday.
We wrote our names on the walls of the cave when the colors were warm and our shadows were longer.
You said my name and you rested your head near my shoulder blades, they’re getting broader. Look how the wind makes the treetops sway.
It’ll take your goddamn breath away.
You were right you were right it was all in my mind.
A force of nature kept me pinned down.
I didn’t realize I felt your warmth for the last time.
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Wind Cut Bone
01:51
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I was there when the wind cut bone,
I was there when the blood boiled
Over onto the cobblestone
Soak it up it won’t be here long.
“You should close your eyes and let the arrows fly”
Look how they dance, look how they sway
Does it make you want to misbehave?
Subtle suffering to false awakening.
But you’re probably right:
I’ve got a lot of things to open up about. When the timing’s right. I’ll surrender all control and watch my friends grow old.
But could I ever say it aloud? Or will I disappear while the getting’s good?
I was there when the wind cut bone.
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Teeth to the Limestone
03:09
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At my purest self
I trampled through the garden and saw you in my mind’s eye.
The ever closing door, a fluttering of wings and what it means to me.
Am I a slave to my former self? Or will i find power in all my flaws?
I love you and I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m but nerve endings and chemicals imbalanced.
The weight of the footsteps put my teeth to the limestone.
And will you sing that hymn for me? It goes “this is your family now!”
I went to see the forgery
I wept at its’ ability to collapse all my sense on themselves.
Don’t you love the way the colors bleed? And the echoes ring of blasphemy
On the marble halls of ancient history?
I wish that you’d abandon me
To my matriarchal fantasy free of all the things i’ve learned and the
Exhaustion that you earned.
Forgiveness is a snarling beast when you’re stripped of your identity but i’ll love you as a ghost.
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Aim
02:33
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I broke my neck
On the front lawn of your friend’s house
I tried to patch myself together
While the black suits gathered round and said:
“How’d you like to be a part of something more?”
There’s a demon that keeps me singin
But i’m just blowin smoke,
It never gets old.
There’s a demon that keeps me singin
I swallowed the lies like sour wine,
Can you hear them saying:
“How’d you like to be a part of something more?”
You’re the sunrise on the interstate. You drive past a killer everyday, Lucia.
You thought that you were a part of something more.
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