1. |
okay
02:29
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this body's all mine
I've had it a long time
but when it all goes astray what will keep me this way?
It's on my mind
every move is defined
what use is my brain when I'm fading away?
you're the problem
saccharine, coddled
drain out everyone you meet
boyish pastel
layered chainmail
this should keep my body safe
okay, I'll let go
where do I draw the line?
when will I want to decide?
when to completely exchange love for modern decay?
peace in my world today
elated from my head to toes
facing a facing reflection
happy time, I'm doing fine, there's nothing wrong
I'm doing so great
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2. |
through the garden
03:12
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walking through the garden with conviction
smiling 'cause I don't know how to lie
following the easy way of being
foliage that reaches toward the sky
you can take just what you need
without any care or attention
I can live inside the screen
to wait until I'm selected
only in the dark can there be fiction
luckily we walk towards the sun
maybe all these flowers sense that yearning
to grow until they see what they become
it's ok
there our sacred phases
hard to think
when there's something that's wrong
rearrange in a single click
recompose in an instant
flowing into the deepest Grove
feeling deboned
it's early, I'm early, yet everyone's here
walking through the garden with a switchblade
slicing through the roses standing tall
we're better off without a sense of purpose
to ease into the greatest trick of all
and there's no reason why some things are growing
we stand around not doing much at all
I'd like to think to that art can make me happy
a running truth receding to a crawl
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3. |
i'm online!
03:19
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nothing should ever be the past
I want to make it all last
seething
feeling
unempty
inside
never empty, never sad
a single like will make you glad
waiting
breathing
completely
divine
listen
speak up
there's ways to see
head high
not mine
I'm online
superb
not sure
hand in the world
whole time
nice try
I'm online
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4. |
styling
04:09
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come to be
a flourished dream
I've bought the thought
my life in a box
one more go
purchase, pray
image sculpted, cleaned my face
getting it right and looking for light
would she say I am fake if I showed her the price
he can wear espadrilles and a wool overcoat
he employs every cuff with the tightest of rolls
my eyes are the king of composing a look
from their tact indecision to their love of few notes
and the world of complexion with vixens and grams
there is nothing that special we all understand and
I know
no control
it's body
it's whole
it was me
before the screen
breaking my face
I just replaced
let's start anew
I'm styling
I've lost what's real and now I'm hurting
I'm styling
the picture better be in focus
I'm styling
disconnected with a purpose
I'm styling
furtive beast behind the curtains
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5. |
it all went horribly
03:48
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I can barely stand myself
each day a reconstructing hell
no one listens to the sound
of a sickly whining clown
it's not important and I feel real crazy
catatonic state yet I feel the shakes
purchase the product fill the time I'm wasting
feel it melt through me, it all went horribly
conspire to answer
it's more than a question to me
will you jet if i hold the key
these twigs aren't fire they're the ashes of need
I'm so important I should feel less crazy
photogenic face and an ankle brace
purchase then prod until I find I'm lazy
feel it melt through me, it all went horribly
two things: what shoulder, whose place
I'm set on dying soon, could you leave the room?
get some air and figure out how to be without me
picture this: I never found you, you never found me
we could believe in connectivity
a relief from this morbid scene
wait let's see if annui brings us together (doubt it will ever)
say it with me: 'there's an 'i' in team'
now here we are pulling each other's arm
I am waste, I am forever, never be better
leave it to me to reframe what I see
yet again I live inside my head
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6. |
what do you want
03:51
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what do you want? something happy?
you'd d think it's simple
living so safe
we want to be seen but I can't fathom
why we comply
if it's all pain
compose and say
let's run this head-on
remove your eye
and hand it over
locked away
possessive, brutish
controlling states
it's all so foolish
pulp and red tape
it's tough to fake out here
I looked down to find
you on your side
still as the sound
laughing out loud
I hope to be in irony
soaked in the spirit
of that old god
we walk around
thinking that we've found
our ideal minds
when really no one's fine
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7. |
coolweird
03:24
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she's cooler than anyone
so it goes
he was like I'm cool your weird
ask if she has anyone
from the frames
treat it like a pendulum
left right brain
she was like yeah you're unreal
meet me in time
hold back those lines
one story's easy
not when it's mine
how will this ever be clear in your mind?
enter the place slowly
casually scan the doorway
orientated carelessly
rummaging thru affect
confident in the prospect
first peer is the toughest
are hey you
know I you
what's how new
what? no way!
what? no way!
nice! that's great!
nice! that's great!
see you 'round!
see you 'round!
I'm out of time
probably did fine
physics accepted
spirit declined
how am I always coolweird in your mind?
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8. |
funny stuff
03:09
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I find it funny
I'm laughing online
stable connection
forming inside
I feel so free
when I'm sitting alone
and everyone's funny
but no one's laughing
no one's laughing
it's good to see
that we're all just mimes
searching for reasons
to stay in the light
browsing thru objects
cornering time
never imagined
I'd skip all signs
I was once he who keeps his hair clean
staying in reach of others conceit
creating life with motors and kites
that's not for me i need the light
intrigue and pleasure
smoke and disdain
honoring bodies
loitering fame
free tapestry is all that I need
joyfully lucid and always non-keen
I know this means there's more to what's seen
but I like this stupor so crank up the feed
I feel so free
when I'm sitting alone
and everyone's funny
but no one's laughing
no one's laughing
it's good to see
that we're all just mimes
searching for reasons
to stay in the light
I went online today
what did I find?
this funny picture
ha ha, oh my!
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9. |
sadman
04:04
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sadman we know you can
find a way to be less sad
take change and spiritual embrace
connect with your ideal face
buy a happy being
cover up the seam
live inside the line
stuck until you find
you're a sadman without a plan
going nowhere, total trash
save space for the little you replace
veiled, crazed, and contra blame
go, say what you feel
I'm really not here
moon's gone I'm stranded here
I'm an idiot tied to fear
deaden the holy seer
it's trickery from the mirror
it's back, it's always back
no, no, brooding low
no chance, no chance
free, free, asymmetry
my trance, my trance
hold, hold, coiled soul
this past, this driven past
show, show, corpus glow
his plan, his noble plan
finding truth, obscuring hands
fails faith with calamity and haste
lends hate to his ideal face
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10. |
like you
03:16
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I'm so me
oh wait, I'm not
I'm far from human
input me
program my heart
log into user
drape some sheets
reset my skin
is uniqlo hiring?
look at me
or don't, that's great
hey! do you like me?
yeah, you're alright
thanks for tonight
feel free to message me
I'm running late
thanks for the date
of course, you're nothing special
maybe next week
to busy to speak
try clearing your complexion
tripped in the street
bruised up and weak
too bad, can we reschedule?
big compress
socked silence
major intersection of what I dislike
slicked back hair
cold dead stare
now that's what I call a fantastic delight, right
this can't be
no way, I'm lost
Ieft scanning for options
oh, you're free
so where, what time
hey...do you like me?
I don't like you, sorry
try being someone I like
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11. |
living
03:15
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she's one reflection
she's late to show
she's gone from nothing
to stealing souls
I want to love her
I want to know
where brawling leads us
without control
she skips the daylight
lives for the screen
she's always laughing
she's bright and keen
I'm close to nothing
I'm nearly there
something is missing
she pulls my hair
I once had a cry
I said goodbye to my dear
she smiled, she waved
that's when I knew I'd miss this pain
living in color with bodies in bed
I'm loving with living, lucid and fresh
she takes my hand and I'm out of my head
let me be loving, I'm living, not dead
dance to me
contort and flex and breathe
look deep, try me
be hypnagogic please
shouting at others that fail to discover
truth of a bond can't be glued without struggle
she takes my hand and I'm blushing, all red
let me be loving, I'm living, not dead
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12. |
irony is inhuman
02:31
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there's something more you can say
further than what exists
spirits are there to persist
dollar outfit, snake pit
trends are authority
laughing hysterically
content under a dress
appreciate more then less
kitsch for every Insta pic
counter sincerity
outfitters cult police
washed out and wearing thin
do you appreciate them?
irony is inhuman
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13. |
not like the end
02:38
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not like the end
I've chosen words instead of my friends
clear out my head to see
this body's more than hate and regret
not like the end
what shine's inside is oddly compressed
a long-term get, of sorts
stuck risking time expanding my worth
wants to be kind
crashing the hive
bolstering crew with a language of the sky
not great to be
frozen in heat
this fateful end puts a damper on me
needs to be kind
crashing inside
bolstering crew with a tempermental bind
not great to be
frozen in heat
this fateful end puts a damper on me
it's just the end
not like there's room for all my excess
the screen is hell, I know
at least the spirit's given a home
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