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Overpass
01:58
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Here comes the overpass into the next world. Color you wouldn’t believe. Now you are finally free to move on. Here comes the overpass into the next world.
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Wind
03:57
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We’ve been watching you for a long time. We see the shaking of your hands. We feel your desire. Can we offer you a little light? Can we unburden you at all? Where are your friends now? They never saw you like we do. Never loved you like we do. Like you love us too. Drink from us. Breathe us in. Breathe us out. Drink the milk red with blood. The war flows out and feeds us. The needle in the back of the neck. The war flows out. We won’t wait forever for you. We won’t hold our breath for you. We won’t wring our hands over you. We won’t lose no sleep over you.
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Cemeteries
03:53
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Your eyelids heavy yet no sleep will come. You’re sitting up in bed. You feel so dumb. You know I think too much about the smallest things. I can’t figure them out. You know what they call people like us. A cemetery. A funeral. A murder of crows. A bad omen. An epitaph. A wreath of vines. A cemetery. I’m feeling fine. I’m so easily wounded. Too sensitive. Your happiness flows like sand through a sieve. I’m eager to please and reluctant to heal. My heart on my sleeve, it’s too easy to feel the impact, the letdown, the cliff’s edge predicted and still unseen. The amber of honey to cut through the mean. The oh how I love you. The not anymore. Craving the dying, this life is a chore. You know what they call people like us. A cemetery. A funeral. A murder of crows. A bad omen. Write it on your epitaph. Make me laugh.
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Season of Growth
03:37
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In your season of growth more than you know. Tethers a thing of the past. You’re moving too goddamn fast. You want to be swallowed in waves. Leave golden and lovely remains. The liminal space. The binary switch that licks at the edges and frays. Knot in your spine. Twist in your arm. Maybe you’re all right, just drifted too far. In your season, I’ll get out of your way. Fuck it, leave then. I’ll get out of your way. Bending and breaking your bones. Losing the people you know. The transient love. The grinding of teeth. This is your season of growth. You want to take this higher. You want to push yourself to the edge. Your muscles tear like ribbons. It’s your fault. They never liked you anyway. You can leave them behind. They never wanted you anyway. You can leave them behind. You can lie to them anyway. You can lie anyway. You can move on without. They never wanted you anyway. Fuck it you don’t need them, you’re in your season. Fuck it you don’t need them.
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They hold their hands tight around your body like family saccharine in golden shine. They squeeze like vices on you til you choke. They love you. Yes, they love you. So they proclaim til kingdom come. Wellspring of love like tightrope walking. Give yourself away to the vibrant tide. Your new life. Your new mind. Funeral dirge at your birth. Anoint yourself with oil and set alight one final time. Will you tell your children that they’ll burn if they don’t love him, gaze into the void? Will you lie and tell them that his love is pure? Worth dying for? Are you sure?
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Just breathe like there’s nothing wrong. With me like you’re not fucked up. Just breathe in shallow breaths. The air is thin, I know. Take your time. Remove yourself if you need to get away. It’s fine. Time goes on with you. This feeling will end. No emotion is permanent. Just breathe in shallow breaths. The air is thin, I know. Take your time. Just breathe in deeper breaths. The air is thin, I know. Take your time. Everything is fine. Everything. I know.
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Bridge
03:14
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Point your hands to the earth. Let it pull you to the dirt. Raise your hand to the stars. Let them lift and pull you apart. Yearn for it. Blossoming so holy. Age of ads, a monolith. Sink your teeth in dopamine. Had enough, fuck it up. I am the hunger. I am the sun. As your body was before, so shall it become. It flatters and deceives. Adonis figure like wilting leaves. Blue light mass. Pixel lobotomy. The more I hunger, the more I need. You are impulse, a physical being. Shoot to the end. An animal. You are an impulse. Crucified. Let your ligaments tear. Exonerate yourself. Let your ligaments tear.
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Absinthe Tongue
04:16
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Lose yourself in it. I would hold you closer if I could. Let the room spin round and round. I’ve been thinking about this for so long baby. Yeah, it’s like our bodies were made for our bodies. Yeah, like this is all there is. Have you ever felt this good? The weight of the world dissolves on your tongue. Baby show me love. Honey take me now. Prove to me just how alive you are. Let me hear your heart beat for me. Oh love I know you are the temple. The time to cum to worship has arrived. Yeah, it’s like our bodies were made for our bodies. Yeah, like this is all there is. How’d you get to taste so sweet? Let the weight of the world dissolve on my tongue. God lives within the little death. The quiet breath. Your absinthe tongue. Your golden skin. Your diamond eyes pull me all the way in.
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