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To end your life is pure bravery
To fail at life is life’s serenity
At the age of twelve
He decided to kill himself
He decided, and confided
In no-one, nobody else
A bullet parts the sparrows
And he never said a word
Shit soul is bankrupt
Making peace with early burial
The smoke surrounded
Grey grease for all
And in a weak voice
Screams “I want love!”
“Maybe I’m already dead?”
To end your life is pure bravery
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Fuck a Church
05:53
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Rest your head on me
I am your safety
Rest your head on me
I am your safety
There is no elegant way
To spit in your face
To spit down your throat
There is no elegant way
To spit in your face
To spit down your throat
Rest your head on me
I am your safety
Rest your head on me
I am your safety
Rock bottom
You or I? Forever?
To spit in your face …?
Or to spit in your throat?
So let’s get on with it
We can eat shit in the closet
Vomit, drinking bowls of vomit
Drinking, bleeding over you again
But it smells good
Awkward, my old, my old friend
At the end of the world
The hole is in us, trust me
The drag, to a deeper drought
My lord, it’s cold
There are loves
I sincerely, I sincerely
Drowned in bulk-bought blood
Breaking the tide
Fading on our favours
There is no elegant way
To spit in your face
To spit down your throat
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Sonic Euthanasia
04:07
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[There’s nothing
But I’m drawn to that
It may be late
And we failed, and we fade out
To fucking kiss oblivion]
Horseshit
Horse glue
Tightens the skin
Good for food
Patient to Doctor:
“I’m sorry we lost her”
“I’m built for grieving
You’re built for laughter”
Lies, they’re fucking lies
And they drip, in my insides, and outside
[There’s nothing
But choice without flattery
And we’re paid as vagrants
To fucking sit down]
I’m sorry we lost her
I’m afraid that it’s all in a mess
Come to me, there’s death in them maps
I’m afraid it’s all gagged
“I’m glad that we lost her”
Willing every night out
Willing every night ever
Your sun is down
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Pelican’t
06:31
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We’ve lied for hours, engrossed
With pleasure
The searching
The blood loss
You are a part of “once loved you”
You are a grave, with no smell
Oh, who are we kidding?
It smells, it’s filthy, it’s disgusting
Lick your hands
And all is null
It’s null, but you …?
[I want to tell you a story
The future isn’t real
The future is an imposter]
I’ll be insane
If that’s your notion of insane
By the bus staring at puddles of oil
Cull your memory
Impossible
Lower your lungs
Lungs don’t work any more, send help
Or a hearse
We’re dead anyway
So extra vehicles would be appreciated
The snow
Hate everything
Corpses embraced the undead
Eat trash
Throw up
Life is pointless
The blood loss
The future isn’t real
Lungs don’t work any more
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Limbs to Fold
07:27
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We’ve been processed, we’re growing old
Not long now, for limbs to fold
We’ve been in protest, we’re growing old
Not long now, four limbs to fold
Cold, and dead, indeed
Warming the second cousin’s sister’s
Dank waterlogged bed
Spitting piss on your friends
Drinking blood on the weekend
Shallow
Always shallow
Always weak
Always weak
And then shallow
Drinking blood
Drinking eyes on their merit, amniotic fluid
Drinking the hearts, flesh in ice
Drinking anything
We’ve been processed, we’re growing old
Not long now, for limbs to fold
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You were all the same
This is why I can’t understand love
It’s delightful, this misery
Wipe clean and repeat
It drips from the mouth
I told you, I just broke off the air to the brain
[Substances strong enough to support
The putrefaction of the throat
Lip service cracks to contort
The half-cooked fables of a deluded union]
Breach every lung, blindly
Lick red nostrils and holes
Eyelids as coffins
Eyeholes filled now with scattered stones
A neutered lens
Wipe clean and repeat
[This insufferable request
For a conversation]
The nightmare is not over
The naked overview, oblique
Smiling as a convict
The night terror is you and me
Our veins are a psychotic waste of sick lust
Blood thickens faster with dust
Lightning shrieks and impels
The starving suns
Jaded lovers roam
Land-sick idols
Death or nothing
Despite the nothing
Repeat
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Tastes of Nothing
05:53
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Monday
Applying the logic
Of eating shit off the carpet
Drinking bowls of vomit
Dragging, it’s dripping over you
I’m bleeding
I’m leaking over you
Rest your head on me
I am your safety
When I hear love songs
I smell hospitals
Smut, agony, and dirt
I present my hands to sin
The bit that they cut off at the sinew
Tastes of nothing
Portion control
Or pain threshold
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Remote Viewing London, UK
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