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Prognition
05:12
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I won’t give you the benefit of the doubt, and I want to eat you alive.
This constant going down a dirty route, only vengeance will suffice.
And I’m insatiable, this urge to destroy all you hold.
And I’m never gonna let this go, oh no.
Save me from this ocean of such turbulent waves.
I feel a gentle ripple pushing the hurricane away.
I will not let you go free.
This fire’s still burning, my blood is still turning in me.
And you know that you can’t escape from my trembling hands.
I bet you never thought that I’d be so cruel standing right where I am.
It always breaks the same.
It always breaks the same.
But when I find you.
When I find you I won’t be the one to pull that trigger when I find all the things that you have done.
But when I find you.
When I find you.
I bet you never thought that I’d be so cruel standing right where I am.
But I know that I won’t stop until there’s nothing left, not a single joy or easy breath.
I can’t wait to see what I’m gonna do when you’re looking from below and see me looking at you.
I bet you never thought that I’d be so cruel, but you’re thinking now.
Aren’t you, aren’t you now?
But when I find you.
When I find you I won’t be the one to pull that trigger when I find all the things that you have done.
But when I find you.
When I find you.
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2. |
Italy in Italics
04:31
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Just leave with me.
We'll run until our feet will bleed, and then we'll let our teeth and fingers lead.
The beauty in all we find…it's all I can think, it's all that I can do to hold my heart
on strings, just as bird's wings.
Trying to tear away into the sky but they keep falling.
Lies, I find appalling.
Try to get away but I, I can't escape these eyes.
I wanted so much more…so much more.
I wanted so much more.
These cities, although I've only seen in photos, they are calling out to me.
By sea, I'll swim if there is need…and I need, I need to learn to feel and turn all my insides into all that I can find.
Trying to tear away into the sky but they keep falling.
Lies, I find appalling.
Try to get away but I, I can't escape these eyes.
I wanted so much more…so much more.
I wanted so much more.
Sometimes I can't afford my mind to design all these demands.
I find that when I dwell on it I can't stand the thought of staying.
I've resigned to break all plans I make and make time for falling and mistakes.
My life won't be nothing less than a dirt stain, than a brilliant mess.
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3. |
Out to Sea
00:48
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4. |
Albatross
03:43
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I’ve got that new piece of steel that I know you wanna steal
and I’m gonna show it off until you’re red in the face.
But then it goes out of date at a bi-monthly rate
and I won’t go to sleep until I’ve had it replaced.
I’m filling rooms pound by pound like a landfill in the ground
and I won’t stop and I won’t stop till I run out of space.
I need it black need it red, keep collecting till I’m dead,
these metals are my thighs with plastic trim as my lace.
Are you giving in
to the tender skin?
Has your callus dropped
to the floor?
Can you see the door
promising you more?
Or can't you fit through the frame
Are you screaming a name?
Sucking on that marrow,
That broken bone of the man of tomorrow
I keep on drinking till he can’t move,
body emptied so I am constantly soothed.
But the lonely albatross cries of my cross to the sea.
And I can barely move I can barely move.
And I can barely see when I’m stuck in the sea.
When I’m stuck in the sea.
I can barely see when I’m stuck in the sea.
Don’t feed me all the polish you consume,
You’ll feed it to the foolish in their tombs
in their tombs, oh like wombs
oh like wombs!
They are doomed!
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5. |
Mirage
01:07
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6. |
Wandering Seeds
04:41
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What will I be known as?
A fool? A lover? The pages or the cover?
Or maybe just another noise to be smothered...
I hope I’m not put together to fall apart like a burning airplane,
but instead like a tree growing among the weeds and watching
the seeds grow up beside me, becoming trees of their own.
Because this is a life that I want to live
I want to share it with everyone in the
Down with the strife, up with the give
I want to share it with everyone one in the world.
And all the time I’m running away from everything that would make me into something grey.
The road it splits into a star and I am blind.
The road it splits into a star and I am blind.
Or maybe I’d be a lonely sailor, out on the water with
no sons or daughters; with no one to write to and no
one to kiss my blues away.
No...I don’t think I’ll ever leave this town. But then I
might be nothing at all, good for nothing but alright
at something, being dust in the air and watching for
signs doing nothing but stare.
None of these things do I want to be.
Because this is a life that I want to live
I want to share it with everyone in the
Down with the strife, up with the give
I want to share it with everyone one in the world.
And all the time I’m running away from everything that would make me into something grey.
The road it splits into a star and I am blind.
The road it splits into a star and I am blind.
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7. |
Drift
01:33
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8. |
Fickle Author
05:40
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I feel yellow.
I feel a deep cyan.
This green I couldn’t plan.
As I hold it, as I break it’s bones and leave it still in stones.
It grins and wallows.
It sinks into a pile and laughing all the while.
This fickle author writing in rainbow, it’s words oh do they sink.
Speeding along,
this wheat a sea I ride on,
mist a seeping song.
Empty sidewalks.
These gears are all that will talk.
Light streams through a clock.
Encased in light,
I float but I am held so tight by these hands.
Can I trust creatures I know will change so much day to day.
Or put to rest all things I know I cannot test or know for sure.
I will not risk losing my will to make a fist or hold you close.
Speeding along,
this wheat a sea I ride on,
mist a seeping song.
Empty sidewalks.
These gears are all that will talk.
Light streams through a clock.
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9. |
Carve
01:24
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10. |
View for Two
04:20
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Something or another is gonna bring her to her knees
and I wish that I could resonate and I wish that I could detonate
the clippings from her mind.
Oh can’t you see that you will always falter
when all your fantasies accrued from the world
isn’t what you need, or true, for anyone.
Impossibility, this view for two.
And you’re loved more than you could know.
In his eyes you’re meadows of snow.
But all the time you’re running away.
From all the warmth and love, you stray.
With your heart in your hands I know that you can barely stand, but he knows you better than you can.
You’re falling down again, but you keep on looking for a better man.
You’re falling down again.
You’re falling down again.
Can’t you understand?
Is it too much
(When I want and I want a love that carries me)
to ask for
(When I want and I want a love that carries me)
a love that
(When I want and I want a love that carries me)
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11. |
Cicadas
05:04
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I feel more sewn than I have ever known.
Pieces arrange in ways I once thought were strange.
Now is the time when I find myself in the ground,
air is so hot and the light is a torturous coat.
What lies beneath the subterranean shell I grow, I don’t want to know.
Born into darkness my life has been nothing but my eyes adjusting to light.
Then I feel a crack.
Armor fractures and I can see halves of my back.
I feel the creases in my wings as I accept the pieces, my soul sings in time.
An old encasing is all that’s left of my past embracing.
I’ve found new love.
I feel more sewn than I have ever known.
Pieces arrange in ways I once thought were strange.
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12. |
Third Lung
05:20
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You’re not the best at being a victim, vocal chords an amature melody.
The pauses give me just a glimpse of your padlock, I’ll find the key a combination of three.
Beside the drink that you gave to me I see the pills and vocal ecstasy.
A silky line pulls all the flies closer, a silky tongue that you can’t disagree.
I know that you wanna catch anyone in a filthy way.
I bet you dazzle in all of your photos.
Fill up journals with all of those totals.
It’s all for show, it’s all for show you know.
Does it hurt when your web is empty and your cover starts to blow?
No prey and a cemetery where your bridges used to grow.
So hungry.
You wear your stomach on the side of your sleeve.
Pity, that attention is all that you need.
I bet you dazzle in all of your photos.
Fill up journals with all of those totals.
It’s all for show, it’s all for show you know.
I bet you dazzle in all of your photos.
Fill up journals with all of those totals.
It’s all for show, it’s all for show you know.
Give up on your strut and all shoes to make you look tall.
Your shell in shambles.
Facade falls.
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13. |
Subsiding Tides
02:52
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