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coughing up your lungs
04:29
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Coughing up your lungs, it wasn't all that
An addict to your eyes and I might add
I haven't had the chance to say
Just what I think, but maybe
Craving your touch, it wasn't what it was when we were sixteen
You seem to see me as something you cannot trust enough to love
Choking on muddy water, you watch it burn
Bothered by just breathing in
She bought me a bong with my name on it
Treat it like my son so no harm comes to him, to you
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I know you don't hate yourself, you just say things sometimes like we all do
Just don't get used to this, Insensitive speech.
It's often we misinterpret words with teeth
Bite down
Til it starts to bleed
You're leaving marks
I'm hardly even
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receding skies
01:28
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Do close your eyes
You might now like what you see; Receeding Skies
The likelihood you might believe the leading cause of kindness is an effort to survive
I'm only violent in my head
These messages surprise
Me too, sometimes
I am desire in the flesh
Festering with life
Liable to debt
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stars//little bridges
02:10
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Crimson ridges in her hair, and
She says that city lights
Kind of look like stars when you're falling that fast
Give me a chance to feel attractive as an object in your floor
Sinking into salt and sand
Lavish and yet bored
Little bridges beyond repair
They hold the weight of
Everything you think
Well obviously we don't think enough
Weekdays in end fermenting
You really let yourself, rot away
That sour taste
That I'm still craving
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crawling up your sleeves
04:30
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Static friction when you enter the room
Passive resistance, a sense of superficial fiscal fruit
Lavish habits have you at the human limit
Since when was this just a whisper in the womb
Crawling up your sleeves, if I make it to your mind can I change all the things that you think about me
Needless to say I will never get that chance
You had it in your
Handyman delinquent offers
Your aunt is just a pompous prick
You wish this wasn't water deep, you lead me into coffins
Your coughing up your lungs but you can't stand to see the pink
Please keep me up to date, I'll take everything that I can
Reach
Feed me reasons to pretend
You've got such pretentious taste
You didn't hesitate when
You have it all away
Wasting time
On trite occasions, make them mine
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visions of a vacancy
04:10
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Tape around a house a home, I know it wasn't long before you wanted to go
Low and behold your bold assumptions are nothing new
Six at a time, would you like to know how
I raised them from my hands, each and everyone
Coming to terms with the earth as an instant in your eyes
Wouldn't you like to know
Teething to the beat of a broken home
Visions of a vacancy
You have all of us hostage
Caution in your every step
You'd have never lost it
Tense and timid, tell yourself it's safe
Impatient, you learn to placate your charm
Reason with my heart
Barely holding on
Sit on me
Til I turn pink
Suffering
Let me go
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secret peace
02:57
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Liquid wisdom funneled from your fangs, that bitter taste, your tainted tongue paints me across the page in subtle shades of uncertainty
Keep ahold of the leash until I pull to tight
I can see you turning purple in the evening light
By means of will I will come back complete
If ever I mean this time
It's too often that I'm adopting faith these days
Patience, that shit is a virtue
You're new to the kind of thing
Thats it, I'm distant I'm dangerous, just covering my ass half of the time
You set aside
Plastic limbs
Battered at best
Bury me
Wait for me to come home
He saw God with two glass eyes, barely believing in what he babbled he made light of your fickle faith, those solemn saints you swear by. Born to be prejudice, you reside along the beaten path, practicing puppetry to imitate imaginary angel bodies, you brought me botched religion in aims to weaponize both hope and happiness, but hey, what say we go to heaven? This weight with such small wings.
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Alex S., Aiden. W., Phoenix M., and Neill H. play an array of what could theoretically be considered music.
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