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First Yawn
03:55
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Seething for rays in liquid
Shining,
I’m Writhing and gasping
For blindness
How many seconds until breath
Years in the making build a moment dreamt
Time is less without subject to the waves of,
hammers to the chest
Aligning of penance is the sanity you’ve kept
Inner dialogues merciless tongue
Sing the chants of your first yawn.
Beauty to a scorn
It's a rose to thorn
And It’s all you’ll find as our verses run out
An experiment to find our Intellect lead to regret
Knowing is growing; the last logical step in a world of subsets
We’re taught to ignore the coming of sunset
Yearning for pretext
Sing the chants of your first yawn.
Beauty to a scorn
It's a rose to thorn
Time is less without subject
To the
Waves of
Hammers to the chest
Breaking a man made
Concept
Aligning of penance
The sanity
You’ve kept
Inner dialogues
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2. |
Eleven Tigers
03:48
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At the forefront,
On the back foot.
Narratives of narratives, stretching to reach an edge
An arm to extend myself
from the mirage of a nook
The waterless well in which we delve
Light through sawdust
As ash seeks soot
Captive to action
Climbing the peak of the end
A calm to befriend
Ritual framed help, time is scarred, overlooked,
Castles fell, claimed by themselves
These hollow shells
Crying church bells
Light through sawdust
As ash seeks soot
Captive to action
Your nails clutching, barely touching the rook
Reduced to lateral movement such is linear rudiment
These hands in opposite timelines shook,
Responding their advice,
To break this vice.
You wash me raw in rust
Wish me away
I can’t face this distinction
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste
I cant face the
The instinct to normalise trust
This muscle memory is
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste
I can’t face it
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste I cant face
You wash me raw in rust
Wish me away
I cant face this distinction
This muscle memory its powers lost
Tainting our taste
This powers lost
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3. |
Forrest
04:44
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Pressure points chew boiling coarse voices
Vessels void Lying in the dormant sea
Don’t obscure your view
I can see the scent of blood in your windpipe
Emptying the dry divide
The noise it
Follows you
I’m in wake as it pulls
You in from behind
These components must overwrite
I’m approaching a lesser presence
Shimmer in the sunlight
Swimming as the oceans rise
I'm approaching a lesser presence
Shimmer in the sunlight
Swimming as the oceans rise
Grazing chatter you elude
Hydrofluoric’s your guts line
The pores leaking glue
The components must overwrite
I’m approaching a lesser presence
Shimmer in the sunlight
Swimming as the oceans rise
Flesh, Marrow and rhinde, sweat the legion out, visceral kings without
Flesh marrow and rhinde, sweat the legion out, visceral kings without
Flesh marrow and rhinde
Visceral kings without
Visceral crowns
Smashing the tiles the knots slipped through
Your calls from the Mire were heard far too late
Far too late
(grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
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4. |
Carousel
03:42
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At the forefront,
On the back foot.
Narratives of narratives, stretching to reach an edge
An arm to extend myself
from the mirage of a nook
The waterless well in which we delve
Light through sawdust
As ash seeks soot
Captive to action
Climbing the peak of the end
A calm to befriend
Ritual framed help, time is scarred, overlooked,
Castles fell, claimed by themselves
These hollow shells
Crying church bells
Light through sawdust
As ash seeks soot
Captive to action
Your nails clutching, barely touching the rook
Reduced to lateral movement such is linear rudiment
These hands in opposite timelines shook,
Responding their advice,
To break this vice.
You wash me raw in rust
Wish me away
I can’t face this distinction
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste
I cant face the
The instinct to normalise trust
This muscle memory is
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste
I can’t face it
This course dry paintbrush
Tainting our taste I cant face
You wash me raw in rust
Wish me away
I cant face this distinction
This muscle memory its powers lost
Tainting our taste
This powers lost
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