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Plant the demons
01:26
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In the asphalt hangar
Eighty metres long
Positive traction
Redline the deadline repop
Check the ratios and
Cross bolt the console
Alphanumeric
Slapstick the golden charcoal
Plant the demons
Speed shift the sleeper
All dressed in blood
Blue hydraulic lifter
The signs of two and one
Horseshoe shifter
Impregnable
Lock the doors and mangle
Better gone than be a no-show
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Oh i’m jumping into the naked sphere
To Touch and peel the consecrated fear
Oh the skulls have all the money now
Puke your mentions into hundred handed peers
I’m in the cavalry now
Exhorting catacomb howls
Scraping medicine eyes
Blood fills my emptying bowels
Death is mandatory when living here
See The puss oozing out poison grown in hair
small wings beat the sound of unpleasant doom
New growth pushes through a sudden arctic bloom
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Soften your glare
03:48
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Through the bleeding walls
You can see the new world rough in tents
Down the marble halls
The constellations of people too intense
They run in, they run out
Making ambulances howl
To the far side fear of the missing, missing hair
In the face with somnambulant haste
Tripping over the empty flesh that’s waiting here
Too far gone
Emotional wreck
Avalon
On the backside deck
Two more beers
And the dullness of summer
Getting smoked like a chimney uncovered
I hovered
Uncloud the sky
To Tent the archival humming
And soften your glare
Because the amethysts coming
I’m not young, i’m not old
I’m just sullenly cold in the yard
Stricken hard by the self-translating earth
To win out like the sleepers who shout
Like the animals dream of the coming winter air
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Foam the terror sun
03:51
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Beating hearts are way too weak to move
Glove the candle with sufficient gloom
When i touched the leaning wooden bed
It tumbled into dust cut with molten lead
Tears run into palms
Like Bodies pile in tombs
And evaporate
Stoned on astral phage
I bleed the rotted gauge
The idiots will win
Flame soaked earth
To break the timbral cage
from muffled oily bays
With fragments of the birds’
Glass charred wings
Viewing from above
Swamping blackened lungs
Foam the terror sun
Lightning speaks
The idiots will win
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The hissing crush
00:48
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Burn the eulogy
03:50
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Lying in my bed
Not awake
Not asleep
Boxing swimming swans
In the sun like a creep
Then the trees burst into flame
They start screaming my name
With a single voice
Now my darling sleep and gather little dreams around you
How you sleep will mean you’ll have a good day tomorrow
Read the gods of gone
Not awake
Not asleep
Journalise your depths
Snail shells at your feet
Burn the eulogy
For the baby bird
That fell from its nest
And died a natural death
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A pod of absolute gold
04:49
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to think of everything
Get out of the cold
An old and sleeping thing
Of skin and of bone
Like decking ocean ships
In miracle cloth
We touch the darkened bits
While swatting the moths
Wade into the fur
Tiny bits left of her
Stroking animals cursed
Sleeping plush and coerced
Mine is the fur in your dreams
Yours is the hand on my chin
Mine are the sounds you remember
Mine is the temporary skin
The waiting
You think of everything
Filled up to the bowels
non-human suffering
A pod of absolute gold
When looking over here
With your big empty eyes
I feel the saddened fear
Leaking and terrorized
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There’s no going back
Post the unheard tracks
Melt into the earth
They will find you
Every ghost watching this mess unfold
Is screaming unheard
Rock the almost sleep to hell and fit
The lengths that amassed
Every messed up mind in town can feel
The alleys turn to dust
Desire is headlight glare
Melt into the air
Mourning never is
The way to find it
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