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As my plates restacked,
The vestibule splintered
his scaphoids forcing
A reclining position
In the next section
The Butcher's perfection
The surgeon's regret
Did i forget?
He supported His thrift well with just the same device
That served the extinction of harlots
Bleeding through cobblestone arteries in the diurnal dark times
Extracting tryptophan vessels
Every time He interrupted Ginger's being
He left his brand
With enough work coming from the shoulder blade
He left an unbearable, lingering, thin pain
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2. |
Cutting Tricks
06:31
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Give me back my weighted, sack-filled implant
It's not enough under what's that to me then
A wing off the back of a densely sedated
A sting in the calf of a thesbond elated
Just as blind as a trick in the dark
Waiting for a sound but greeted by a voice
A cobblestone clatter shattered out of my gullet
Parched of fluid and seeping to the slums
CHORUS
Not a sound as He comes from behind
Nor a shadow in the broad lamplight
he wasn't much, a small little man
Wavering and weaving like a bird in the fray
Drawing his frond such a sad little man
Holding on his brawn and fillin' out my frame
CHORUS
A faint, stiff breeze broke off a pulminary engine
Supplying twice as many in the tree filled cities
Showing a martyr just what it is to breathe
Keeping outside a solitary ease
CHORUS
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3. |
Playing Games
05:08
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4. |
Escape
04:47
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my muscles can't manage a forward moving carcass
Any animation that comes from Him isn't live
A pile of pistons subject to a grapevine of power
Leaving therein masses of a felt velvet touch
May He escape
May He displace this
Still skinning out sins of any liquid fixation
Making residue of thoughts and feeling them rise
Seeing through stratum of gauzy bawden bowls
Having a low crouch back to the sidelines inside.
May He escape
May He displace this
A dark uneasing crossing up and late coming through
It seems there's been a halt falling to the parts dead and oh
Give me just a reason for following Your numb-handed squire
He's had my legs caught in webbed thoughts
And head in tow
May He escape
May He displace this
Sense of betrayal
This bad luck I've had all along
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Shaking Hands
03:56
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Boy i say i have a task
If it's not too much to ask
But you seem like the type who would be shakin' hands
You've got a nice firm grip
With a rise and then a dip
Keeping your eyes upon the prize i've got in plan
i'll give you a big role
But it sure will take it's toll
Extending a hand to a younger crowd
Yes i assure you'll be a star
Much more than you think you are
Forgive Me if I'm much too loud
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6. |
Corridors
06:36
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Losing the meter
It's almost complete
Just one more figure
To pluck from the street
Just one more player
To shed from his coil
Just one more exquisite sinner
Just one more dinner
CHORUS
Follow Me up as we hack up the walls and the doorways
Let Me set you free
Fix me today
Sleep while I figure the plans and the
Path to good fortune
The lady still waits to be saved
Just one last favor
Bring Me that feelin' again
Just one more throat to slit
Just for the fuck of it
CHORUS
Who the fuck are You?
How'd You get in here?
What's that You have there?
Come with Me, I'm gonna show you to God...
CHORUS
Don't bleed so much
It's only the rest of your time
You made the right choice
You walked straight down the front line
Welcome to My world
Welcome to heaven
Welcome to hell in your head
Welcome
Welcome
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7. |
K. Hyvor M.R.
05:30
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8. |
Dead Cat
03:43
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It seems that You've always laughed in rhythm with those that smile at shadows
Yet all I've seen has led me to believe that there's nothing past Your eyes now
The world You took from me has assimilated and now I don't need to be
All that lived back then is a then now and now is now
I know it's not part of Your plans
Save my soul
I'm all but alive and I shudder at dying
(still)
They all know that
Corpses can't talk, doesn't stop me from trying
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01:19
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Follicles
02:16
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His fracturing lungs
These fingers go numb again
When He escaped
His follicles fell to the floor
i couldn't resist
When asked to bring it in
The closer i am to a product
The closer i am to Him
A fault and a whim
Who is this Man who does not exist?
Leaving no trace
Except for the blood and the piss
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11. |
Confession
02:09
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12. |
Flutterbies
04:26
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The stage is all set and
The show is all ready
The actors are caking on powder
Right behind the curtain
The trouble's all done now
All we have left is the show
The crowd is all gathered
They're stomping and cheering
i'm sitting here and
i'm not even done with this speech
What is there left to...
It's the pain of an artist
i'm frozen, don't know what to say
To show you my work I must
Take it and smash it away
Before i go blue
I've one thing for you
Just pay close attention
I'll try not to bore you too much
For all of you out there who doubted My mind
Who missed all the metaphors outside the lines
For everyone who never paid enough attention
Maybe next time you can be part of the show
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13. |
Bellincats & Bowls
02:04
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Welcome all you belincats and bowls
Welcome, i've waited for you all
If He could be me could be we could be the only living people here...
i'm honored to bring you the...
We hope you enjoy the rest of the show from incision to the rape
I hope that the rotting, the blood and the clotting is enough for you all to taste
But even if you hate the whole song and dance
I hope you remember you're part of the plans
So sit back
Relax
Give into your fate
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14. |
System Overload
00:38
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15. |
Extinction
04:13
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As my plates restacked
The vestibule splintered
His scaphoids forcing a reclining position
In the next section
The butcher's perfection
The Surgeon's regret
Did I forget?
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