1. |
Bleeding In
03:01
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My bones were found
In last year's mouth
Of teeth painted with my regrets
On tongues of houses holding safe
With tight looped lines of
Veins that make the days feel the same way
It feels to feel the same
I'm Bleeding in
So I swallow god to absorb the yawn
Days have been sharp without meaning
And I adorn the nights with apathy
Like streets we streak with broken eyes
Of repetitious boredom
So I swallow god to suffocate the yawn
For caring very little about caring too much
To carry on
I am bleeding in
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2. |
A Drowning
03:58
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You’re my ice again
With blackout eyes & stubborn lips
Tipping toy-like ships
Thats how we capsize
Under the water’s skin, I fill up and give in
When we capsize
We have become a drowning
As our lungs lose air
The bottom comes up to kiss us into
Sleep
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3. |
Birthday Suit
04:46
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Be life, hold my hand
Forgetting all the dirty laps we’ve made smile
I’ll be
Your foundation,
Your landfill family
Your Happy birthday
So blow out the candles in your hands
And pull the wax from your nails.
Use your past to build a brand new body Made of us
We’re both inside it
To be
Life
To feel
Alive
Hold my hands
With salty wrists we’ll stand inside each other
Like future gods
Of anicent ghosts shaped like us
I’ll be
Your foundation,
Your landfill family
Your Happy birthday
To be
Life, to feel
Alive in our new birthday suit
To be
Life, to feel
Alive in our new skin
I’ll be your foundation,
Your landfill family
I’ll be your Happy birthday
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4. |
New Year
04:32
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Twelve more bones to add,
Broken and salted,
With phantom skin we’ve torn away
From a body we built up to watch burn
Lighting it up
Kissing it gone
Waving with bloody fingers
Goodbye
Twelve more teeth to pull
Bitting facts from our smile
As we watch it burn out
Twelve more bones to add
Twelve more teeth to pull
Purging the posioned lovelies
Lets set it all on fire and kiss it good bye
Goodbye
Goodbye
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5. |
Golden
05:03
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I'll find it, friend it, fuck this,
Fix it, do “it” to “it”, be it, bleed it,
Upstairs, we can drain out over concrete beds
Letting axes carve the sound to
Stay
Buried under bloody leaves,
To slide
Under sharpened wheels of apes spinning yarns
Through diamond teeth
Keep it
Kiss this
Like its our secret
In my bedroom, you will play the role
Of “kitten found inside the horses mouth.”
Close the door
And unhinge your jaw,
Believe in silence
And we’ll be golden
Keep it our secret
Kiss it like you mean it
Close the blinds
We dance in the dark
Remember I’m your friend
I'll find it, friend it, fuck this,
Fix it, do it to it, be it, bleed it,
Upstairs,
Under my sheets you have played along
As “Kitten found inside the horses mouth”
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6. |
Places In People
04:31
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These places in people,
Like lockets of tourniquets
For purging, become the sun
To swallow the air
And dance
To neglected noises
From pasts
Of tainted bones
With empty eyes
To celebrate the stains
Dusted with sleepy blood
At comfortable bars
Wrapping liquor around gums
While dying
To dance
To neglected noises
From pasts
Of tainted bones
With empty eyes
To celebrate the stains
The fucking
Connects inside, but they cant get in
They want to avoid it all,
To bypass
Leaving stems of nervous ideas
About a concept of people
Losing touch, holding fingers is too much
As the pulse beats it in
*all lyrics by Kortland Chase Hetzel
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7. |
Pinky
04:33
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Bent Over Cellphone ribs
Reminding me to suffocate, soon I'll be
Washing my DNA clean
Of your edited skin tones that make me sweat
When I am in your cloud
You are god
This is "us", here "we" are
Grey eyed and dead,
Our parts, at a price, are for you
This is us weaving our bones
In high definition,
We are not real, so you're not real
But have you liked all my pictures?
You know me just how I want you to know me
Designed to fall in love
With my ghost
This dance of likes
Pays me in ad space
And you'll follow my looks to the end
When you are in my cloud,
I am god
This is not real, we are not real
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