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Skin
04:13
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I've been advised to write it all down,
but I don't know where to begin.
It all seems to me like one endless event
through which the lessons have poured in.
Once inside, sympathetic intentions
show me reel after reel of old film.
I set sail like a stone into vacant beliefs,
comprised of our collective new skin.
I took my advice and burned it all down,
but then I had nowhere to live.
The tranquil sound of your relentless consent
forms a conduit through which I've been led by
synthetic intentions that show me
reel after reel of old film.
I set sail like a stone into vacant beliefs,
comprised of our collective new skin.
And it's clear to me now as all this is churned out,
that there is no beginning or end.
Time is violently long and endlessly black.
It forms a doorway through which you cannot step.
You cannot step. You cannot step. You cannot step.
You cannot step to the side of my pathetic inventions
with the last piece of my missing head.
Through the sweet rust of dawn I crawl out of defeat,
collecting all this handsome new skin.
And despite my prosthetic intentions,
I've severed the tree from its limbs.
Like a poem, I'm unsettled, vague, and obese;
surprised by my own see through skin.
I've been advised to write it all down,
but I don't know where to begin.
It all seems to me like one endless event,
through which the lessons have poured in.
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Release
04:06
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So what's that you're reading?
I promise you, I don't know the name.
I choose between me and mine, so I guess we're even.
But could you please spare me from breathing?
And please just whisper something sweet to me my friend.
It feels so good to know what happened.
Please just offer some good use for me and my hands.
This is little more than a means to an end.
So I hear you're leaving.
I promise you this place will never be the same.
You choose between you and yours. You don't have to tell me,
but it sure would save me from breathing.
Please just whisper something sweet to me my friend.
It feels so good to know what happened.
Please just offer some good use for me and my hands.
This is little more than a means to an end.
And I know your mother must be so proud of you.
I never leave this room.
I hear you're leaving.
I promise you this place will never be the same.
We'll never be the same.
Please just whisper something sweet to me my friend.
It feels so good to know what happened.
Please just offer some good use for me and my hands.
This is little more than a means to an end.
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We Lie
04:27
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Murdered now, we lie. So tempted not to stay. Stripped of false trust held so dear. Both our hearts are grey.
Fade away. Fall away. Peeled away. Stripped away.
Older we cry. The wrong choice so often made. Soul inside me help me to fall away. Forever doubt this day.
Fade away. Fall away. Peeled away. Stripped away.
I've been laughing and praying; asking blind forgiveness. Oh, provide me with my blankets. I've been laughing and praying. Oh, but the withered sky provides me with my blankets and reminds me of how we lie.
We lie.
I've been laughing and praying; asking blind forgiveness. Oh, provide me with my blankets. I've been laughing at praying. Oh, but the withered sky provides me with my blankets and reminds me of how we lie.
We lie.
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Silent and on Fire
05:32
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I bent down to pick up clouds and look for you. Felt you cry out loud, saw where you fell, so I cried too. You were naked, silent, and on fire. I sent out when I found out you'd cut me too. I hope you come around and spit me out, just to look at you. You were so fragile, silent, and on fire. I've been waiting, silent and on fire. You've got to leave somehow before it brings you down. You've got to leave somehow before they all f ind out. You've got to leave somehow before it burns you out. You've got to leave somehow before you lose yourself. You were naked, silent, and on fire. I've been waiting, silent, and on fire.
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