1. |
Mariana Love Letter
03:43
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the weight of the ocean
we're lost to the air
the snow and the corpses
the silent nightmares
we're sunk and still sinking
we're pushed to the floor
hell spread above of us
beneath us there's more
i'll be holding you
you'll be holding me
and we'll be falling through
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2. |
Daydream Guillotine
04:59
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come see the garden, the trees tall
come to the gallery, the paintings are free for all
we'll move the homeless guy on from outside
sell off the basics and charge you a fee
come to the concert, come feel warm
come to the ocean wide, the sun will fall watch it all
we'll move the bodies that have washed up ashore
we'll tell you it's their fault for being poor
come to the forest, to nature
come see the animals and breathe in the endless sky
all this is owned by some earl you see
everyone knows that's just how it should be
come find your soulmate, fall in love
come find a meaning that's sent down from high above
suffer and suffer, that's how it's ordained
can't have the good without all of the pain
love and beauty they aren't enough
i need to see that head in a deep trough
taste of justice unending defeat
disgusting kings and their vulgar queens
unmarked grave man pile them up
never forget they stole all they got
rich man pleading tied he's all bound up
squealing hard a pig being drowned out
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3. |
The Worst Is Yet to Come
04:52
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we told the lie
a hundred times
i told you
you told me too
we both know
but we won't say
still this may
cloud our unspun days
the worst is yet to come
the worst is yet to come
you're still young
and still kind
all this dark
i promise it gets worse
heart stuffed full
guilt and pain
it can change
i promise it gets worse
suit and tie
skin and bone
crush and grind
i promise it gets worse
the worst is yet to come
the worst is yet to come
we are not already there
we're not
the worst is yet to come
the worst is yet to come
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4. |
Nowhere
03:58
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not to sound dumb
not to be rude
tell me where are you from?
no, where are you from?
no not like that
don't kill the mood
i don't wanna be rude
man i'm not being rude
where are you from?
no, where are you from?
trust me i've heard
down to the core
heard they're savages there
always at war
well i guess i was ripped
torn from my mum
in infinite space
i guess i fell to earth hard
from out of nowhere
and bruised every star
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5. |
Adult Pragmatic
03:02
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notes rolled up and forced inside
copper for lashes and silver for eyes
a heart ripped out and tossed aside
a poor kid’s skull in the space left inside
blood evaporated out from the skin
bullets for teeth that rip and sink in
that grind against bone so brittle and thin
dried-out inedible rotten dead skin
oil-drowned lungs and a broken down train
cars in the water and spreadsheets for brains
adult and pragmatic we all feel the same
if god wasn’t dead we’d kill him again
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6. |
Trieste
03:28
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7. |
Lazarus! We're Dead
04:34
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nine days spent underground
the pressure pulls
torn from those we love
from day one and on and
the ground is torn from us
and rent back slow
held down and full of sores
so that our hands
they cannot touch
and in hell we lift up our eyes
and between of us
a great gulf, an immense rot
though they would pass we cannot
we knew it couldn't be, it could not come
we spent our lives instead
hoping for somewhere, somehow
where those fat bloated worms, their purple clothes
for each wasted hour, each wasted death
they could rot
and in hell we lift up our eyes
and between of us
a great gulf, an immense rot
though they would pass we cannot
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8. |
Angel
06:14
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angel let me
feel death
feel death
to wake up in a field
laid back and numb
hole through my chest
plant a seed in the earth
grow through my heart
pull me apart
from all circular sides
from inside out
out to the clouds
angel let me
feel death
feel death
throw me down to the wolves
dragged into mud
lap up my blood
crush me under the sea
fill up my lungs
parasite tongue
damn me right down to hell
burn all my skin
let the devil in
you know i'm not the type
so scared, afraid to die
trumpet with my weak breath
let's feel death
angel let me
feel death
feel death
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9. |
Portraits
04:42
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i can't hear it
i can't hear what you hear
angels round our beds
i can't hear it
i can't turn it all up
children starved and dead
no way out it read
i can't see it
i can't see what you see
future's at the end
i can't see it
i can't focus on it
compromise defend
and still it could end
pull the devils
from the walls then
slit their throats
and eat their souls
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