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II bebés
00:16
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christ simulator
05:17
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Stoned at the bibliotheque again; studying to meet my friends. They’re just outside my range of sight, but I hope Mr. Crowley might bring them into focus for my plan.
Blood tickling my hands and my feet. A crown is formed in beads. I know what being christ is like; I gave my everlasting life to see you maggots eating from my hands.
Swallow the bitter pill. Peel away the bitter film. This trip is but a simulation.
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trying to see a face
02:20
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Scuff my foot across the floor to make a sound to break the awkward silence at a stop sign in the car alone, looking in strangers homes, trying to see a face.
Massive bodies of water that I can’t touch. I only walk upon them. The awkward silence waking up drenched and fully clothed, looking in strangers homes, trying to see a face.
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soft hand
02:53
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Before there was you there was me. Nothing’s everything I’ll ever need. You are all just holograms projected on my dreams- slight of hand, intelligent machines.
It’s a soft hand in a black glove. I don't love to hate, but it ain’t enough to let you go on you way. You must be crushed. Before you were programmed to delete I heard you talking in your sleep. I remember every single one. I remember every single one, one, zero, one, one, zero, one, and beep.
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ain't that dumb
04:53
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Hope you don’t care about money, I ain’t got none. I’d say I love you honey, but you ain’t that dumb. I’d tell you your the only one, but you ain’t that young. I’d say I love you baby, but you ain’t that dumb. You only do what you’re supposed to. Your mom and pop were always there. Don’t think they’d like you getting close to the sort that tend to disappear.
You’ve never done what you had hoped to. You’re probably better off this way. You tell yourself it’s what you chose, but tomorrow will be another day.
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the pinch
04:18
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It’s been the longest day, but now I’m on my way to a better place.
Thank god I made it, I can finally take a pinch again. Those years I waited it was all that kept me going.
On my death bed all I really wanted was a death’s head button on my bomber jacket. On my death bed all I really wanted was a death’s head, momma wouldn’t let me have it.
Rise from your knees, up through power lines into the open. Leave your lungs and your keys, air to breathe’s hard to find where we’re going.
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mirrors
03:42
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I started thinking myself wise. The holy ghost had filled me up inside. I went off in the world with confidence. I thought myself a man of consequence, and as I drew my new six-shooter I shot myself through upper thigh.
I started thinking myself wise; holding court in the mirror every night. Seeing someone I don’t recognize. Lean in close and ask him “who am I?”.
Nursing my ego and wounded paw. You were my hero; you’ve lost your charm. Stare at you all night with no response. Eyes out of focus, you’ve done me wrong.
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more faster
03:13
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My middle eye, it’s aim is true. When it’s the time for reprimand imagine how sorry…
I want more. I want more you poor bastard. I want more and more faster.
The hawks are out in flocks (the sun, my only sun) ,but I don’t think the leaves are coming back. (The unforgiving sun). The season of the famished beast; of gnashing teeth.
(The sun, the blinding sun). One day it was green, but now it’s not. (The sun, my only sun)
My withered mind, it’s aim is true. Its rage is blind to recognize anyone but you.
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god of yellow eyes
04:49
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In a little dark room- that’s where the evil goes. In a little dark room- that’s where the evil seems the most. Old tattoos on ugly people in worn out clothes, praying to the god of yellow eyes and dripping nose.
Dead bamboo stalks like steeples in sand and snow. Candle-wax drippings on pictures of places I’ll never know. Nosferatu comes through all these unwatched t.v. shows. El dorado in the backyard. I’ve been digging holes.
In the back of my throat- that’s where the evil goes. In a little dark room- that's where the evil keeps me whole. Locust shells on peeling pieces of clapboard homes, praying to the god of yellow eyes and dripping nose.
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