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Ride the demons
04:07
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Almost seven metres long
Donned a mangy huddled thong
In the glimpse of arctic light
It felt it could do no wrong
Fathered shorelines in my bed
And a garden in my head
When she left the basket face
Suitors lined the red disgrace
Swallowed mountain river lane
And entire white parades
Unleashed the thunder through the haze
It blew the marsh a forest high
In her godly hair sat there
the thing in red despair
Took a look and soaped the comb
Bent inside his cupboard home
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Black paw queen of the yard
Bent and covered in hedges
Dying queen of the hard
Charmed and covered in embers
Prop it up if you can
Crawling screaming and happy
Ring tail and the citizen pyre
Ailing hard in the afternoon light
Park the minivan in the yard
Seven knocks on the headrest
Cold hand queen of the hard
Charmed and covered in embers
Prop it up if you can
Admiring the billowing storm clouds
Ring top and the citizen pyre
Ailing hard in the afternoon light
I’m out of the house
I’m going outside
In the clean of the sun
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Inside a cave
Gnawing stomach vulgar mountain range
Bicornuated gauge
While i shrive the obfuscated mage
Put down the bride
In a marble witches eventide
And kneel before the blackened queen
With the walnut table’s tambourine
I’m the king of pins and bells
And i weave my dancing thorny apple spells
Whisper the numbers to the right
And spill the ever marching holes of candlelight
Take the staircase to the roof
To trap the firefly’s frantic spider tempered tooth
Floating elemental slashes lash the mustard coloured roots
Of the skull and carton dirty hollow boots
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Somos animais molháveis
06:24
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Casar com o pavor
E ousar ser obsoleto
Somos as estradas da carne
Apodrecida e desorganizada
Brilhar a luz em sete picos
Iluminar a luz com proezas mecânicas
Arranhar o chão durante
O desmantelamento de recibos
Desnudar os dentes
Com penas de cor de cavalo
Brilhar a luz em sete picos
Iluminar a luz com proezas mecânicas
Somos animais abertos
Pular para o pontapé global
Desenrolar filmes sequenciadas
Somos animais abertos
Somos animais molháveis
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Laid down on the hammer line
Tying the negative coils
Way down to the anodyne
doused in miracle oils
I said on my death bed
That i never had studied the sounds
Of the night train (hurricane) running through my brain
Fill up the madrigal priest
What’s next the stimulants
Of tongues emitting growth
The muscles grand collapse
And shift to sullen oaths
Jaw muscles clenched with stress
The natural torso form
Stand on your toes to sing
The high notes’ organ home
Crossed legs in the hand me downs
A static dynamic approach
Weight shifts to the open air
An object requiring growth
Ten witches upon the hill
Constantly occurring waves
Cross framed on the window pane
Frozen to glass that is stained
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Lick the oak and call the doctor
While i shed the angry sullen posture
And saddle corner running washer
Box my ears and call me the archer
My bow is made of flames
And the quiver is my last remains
And settles up into my skin
Waiting for a gelding win
Heavy up into the sky
I beat my mangled putrid eye
The expression of the angels ceased
To power wicked belting feats
Then horse took it upon himself
To wreath the addled peasant help
With the devils head and muscle shorn
I began to eat his evil born
His eyes looked took on an ugly flake
While he toppled back into the lake
And the screams came from all around
To see the horrid chaining sound
And in the skillet tallow sizzled making pops like paradiddles
Chewchain took the marrow loomed
And crashwall purred the crumbs in tombs
When they call they cannot stop you
Though they really really want to
Said the iron maskers pounding
On the door in crimson hacking
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I got a little pair of irregular swells
That sip the medicated blisters
In the market square drinking memory air
Effect the crazy resistors
We curse our bodies to hate the tripped out emory floorboards
When you palm up discomforting hand signs
You never see the jacketed boredom
Pitched on a candlestick with a stoned out magical birder
And the water is rising fast but i don’t have time to deal
Take a codeine, take it with some caffeine
Ellipses stake out marshmallow skin
In the market square drinking memory air
Stroke the doric animal skin
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Clapped hands joyous dismal swamp
While the rushing wind plays destructive games
And from the sky a window falls into
An open field where it belongs
And ugly wizard lights the king’s
Very special magic thing
While comets catch fire in seeming rain
While sleeping we can only dream the pain
Gotta asperate the flame
To give permission to the same
When the cross‘s thrown into the lake
The hunter feels the tremble quake
Gripping throats of fire red
While falling back into the bed
The pain of glass a weapon sworn
Going blind to play the horn
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Render down the spilling out
Mechanical skin
It’s already dead
When you strike the nascent cage
With hallucinant age
Withered flowers in the air
Splendid halls of captured fame
With a terrible name
Consent to be had
Silver noise cuts like a claw
Sawing palindrome eyes
Deep through the brook
The crystal key feels like the cold
Dry chain of craniates
Shattered by the gate
When you can’t breathe the air
Or drink the water on your heels
A second exchange occurs
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