1. |
sunday
02:38
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i am she
who dares to look
and see nothing
bear it
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2. |
name in lights
03:43
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unintentional
he didn’t mean to
he didn’t realize
he doesn’t know
can i ever say no?
shaped by abuse
educated by neglect
trained by violation
all of this a slow reaction
who are we protecting?
a life without permission
her finger on the trigger
every choice a symptom
every movement in reaction
take it back
show your face
i wanna see your name in lights
i got yours, you got mine
it’s okay, it happens all the time
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3. |
sick meat
03:40
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when did i swallow you
how could i get you down
fiendish jabs just like breathing
(air’s invisible anyhow)
all i am is cracks for filling
i haven’t always been this empty
now how can we hold
can’t even drink the water
how can we remain bold
when the air makes our lungs harden
and i am harder
and i am softer
than all your power
and all your fire
let it seep in, it’s easy
minuscule traces we won’t see
heavy metals - we can’t tell
weighted down, slowed
keep us from ever guessing
now it’s contractual
they built the loophole
takes decades to know for sure
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4. |
i wanna taste
05:14
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sub-terrestrial
beneath your skin and layers of myth
the flesh of your body
sweet slavery
ecosystems rotting
i wanna taste
now i’m the spit
the final touch
to lay naked, decorated
across your field of thorns
spit
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5. |
bone dust
03:34
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lionize the plight
just to find your own might
trapped inside of mind
all of life to blight
pretend it’s not the same
defend with all your rage
hold on
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6. |
doom
03:22
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like deep tissue
toxic release
hope that the body’s stable
to withstand the disease
or collapse on itself
or a bloody implosion
all that’s left -
the new normal
keeping good company
like-minded poison
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7. |
fake
03:31
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waste me
before i contaminate another
drink in
grey ground water
don't care if i lose
everything is fake
eat something
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8. |
warm bodies
03:10
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dirt poor
got money
pure guts in vain
i'm not your honey
eating your cake
warm bodies
expired
dumb luck
old money
sweet talk
all fake
i'm not your honey
eating your cake
dirt fuck
fuck money
no guts, no pain
i'm not your honey
eating your cake
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9. |
gay sex
04:27
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i wanna know how it feels
beneath your fingers
under your lightness
next to your softness
touched by your warmth
i wanna breathe you in like drowning
awake on the other side
i wanna breathe you in like drowning
and awake in the light
awaken the light
i have seen the sky open
i have felt the ground below me shift
electrified and singed
you save me every day
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10. |
mechanical
05:01
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we can build
kill imperfection
eliminate the need
early detection
you may be a rock - hard
you can't help being cold or hot
the sun couldn't help but shine
the night could only fall
by the time we find you - soft
you had never felt your body change
all they see is what you hide
they feel right at home
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11. |
i'm alright
04:42
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there is no good news
there is no healing
there is just hope for death
to steal the suffering
good news - they're still alive
hundreds of girls forced to survive
i think it's worse than if they'd have died
i think it's worse, but i'm alright
good news - we found them
well, traces, anyway
we can tell the world
blood means they'll be okay
signs of attempts to escape
i think it's worse
but i got away
the good news is progress
bit by bit
trickle down democracy
a front of suffrage
when you have it in name
you have everything
i think it's worse
and i'm to blame
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