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Eviscerator
03:12
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I will pull the truth out of you,
And your guts will spill.
Pick your brain like a fresh scab.
And I don't drink
But I still do things that I regret.
I live in high definition
And die with the upset.
Why can't I leave it alone?
Not everything has to be known.
Attraction does not become passion,
And passion does not become love.
I dive into awkwardness,
I enact my drama as if it were fiction.
And I don't drink but I still do things that I regret.
I live in high definition and die with the upset.
Why can't I leave it alone?
Not everything has to be known.
If I could dull my racing mind.
Oh, if I could tune out your racing heart.
Attraction does not become passion,
Passion does not become love.
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A Sign (2016)
03:33
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She was sending me pictures of hardy heathers and mountain flowers.
Wiry and delicate but with unknown power.
It was around the time that I was waking in the night
But to avoid exhaustion, sleep walking in the light.
And they said
"This is a sign"
But you can make up your own mind.
And they said "Don't go to the woods at night".
But you can make up your own mind.
They will offer opinions,
They will chastise and malign me
And I brush it off,
But when I wake up they've encircled me.
Every time I'm in a pit,
They drag me out to face another day.
And to avoid exertion, I let them have their way.
She wouldn't stop scratching at the mosquito bites
"I'm sorry you live in this swamp with me"
She said she's quite fond of parasites.
I don't want to, I don't want to be here anymore
I know the darkness is coming
And I want to be outdoors.
And I don't want to, I don't want to be here anymore.
I hear the darkness, it's calling me and I'm headed for the door.
They said "don't go to the woods at night".
But I can make up my own mind,
Yeah I can make up my own mind.
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Garden City (demo)
01:55
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I will build a garden city where we can greet each other,
Every morning, under the cherry tree.
Where I will never be so far away
That you forget my name again.
I imagine we live in the trees, in tree houses
And I can hear you crying, I can hear what records you put on.
If we shared a balcony I could hear you laughing,
Having breakfast with your girlfriend, smell what you're cooking.
Why can't we talk about it?
We're all in each other's business.
We inhale and exhale
Gossip and rumours.
But I know you don't think of me
And what records I put on
And I don't know what records you put on.
So I will build one (1) garden city,
So I know what you're sad, when you're happy.
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In Mind (demo)
03:05
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I can not utter it.
Dark silence escapes my lips.
I am dimly lit,
Civilised society has deemed me unfit.
Tired eyes and bad hair
In the bathroom mirror.
Moths round the dull bulb.
Let in the light, someone let in the light.
My mouth draws your name, draws breath.
Alone but I keep you in mind,
My eyes are your eyes, I keep you in mind.
Lace and elastic,
Sheer polyester blend.
Staring into the pillow,
And crying into space.
Bad eyes and tired hair,
In the bathroom mirror.
Moths round the dull bulb,
Let in the light, let in the light.
Dark looks, soft breath, red, red, lips.
Alone, but I keep you in mind.
My hands are your hands,
I keep you in mind.
Oh I keep you in mind.
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5. |
It All Piles On (demo)
01:48
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And it all piles on,
I didn't have to do you wrong
To take this bullshit on,
I didn't have to do you wrong.
All 'cos I resisted,
All 'cos I wanted a choice.
All 'cos I imparted.
I could have saved my voice.
Teeth clamped down on my tongue,
Every night, as if to say:
"Shut up or lie!"
And it all piles on me now.
I let you take everything
Just so you'd stop taking.
So there's nothing left.
And I never did you wrong
But I like to have something to work on.
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Low Art (demo)
02:13
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The low art I create,
The liberties you take.
With omission of intent
You stumble into minor success.
I will name the demons that keep me down,
The choices I make I'll take to my grave.
I am so proud.
I don't like this revelry,
The record label laid it out for me.
I tried to steer my fledgling career
But anxiety got the best of me.
Oh the high art I will create.
I grit my teeth, I lie beneath
The lights spelling out our name.
I'm not to blame for the choices I take,
I don't make my own fate.
Oh, the low art I will create,
The low art I create.
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2am (demo)
03:54
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How do you sleep at night
Now that you know for sure...?
I left a single, glowing nightlight on
For you at my door.
How can you stand it?
Aren't you thinking about me at 2am?
I behave myself so nothing happens.
Okay, I've run out of momentum.
Why is the moon shining on me?
Oh, the cold light
Coming in through my window.
Why is my mind picking on me?
Why won't the moon let me sleep?
Oh how I've been behaving.
It's been super painful.
Are you getting these fateful signs
How can I contain it...?
Will you tell me,
Am I making it easy?
I don't want it to be.
I want you to think of me at 2am
Okay, I know summer is over.
Okay, I know summer is over,
It's ending with a crushing feeling.
Delusions aren't always of grandeur.
The cold light should be on you.
I'm afraid of the lie -
I'm all too familiar with the truth.
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A Break (demo)
03:14
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Something has broken.
Looking back I, too, was afraid of upheaval.
Bonds, they wear thin.
Stories we tell each other ring untrue.
By the time our words were spoken
Years of my young life had passed me by.
If there's justice
Something bad will happen to me
And all I'll wish for
Is a square meal and someone bound to me.
And we'll fuss and rearrange the furniture,
As we hurtle towards eternity.
Something has to break for new life to awake
But if you want to stay the same
Then things, they have to change.
What breaks you?
For now, don't let me
Live/lift someone else's routine.
Comfortable stupor,
Oh, it'll feel safe but it'll kill me.
If I lose my sense of security
Being alone will break me too.
What breaks you sets you free.
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Fumes (demo)
02:53
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Oh, I'm sorry for the romantic altercation
That may well serve as an inoculation
'gainst my inculcation through self-portraiture.
I'll testify
When I've got the spark of scorn on me I'm on fire.
Is that me or who I aspire to be?
I'm running on fumes,
Reeling from bad news,
High on deprivation,
Getting by on brief relief,
Lying on the floor,
Holding out for something more,
Getting clean air from underneath the door.
I'll dedicate myself to inertia again,
Discover, atrophied, a life free from pain.
Short term goals won't fuel me now,
I'll dissolve in time.
If I said I'd lost sight of my goals,
Would beauty get me by?
If you could see the state of me would you want/warn me?
Oh is that me turning soft and weak,
My heart slowed down to the faintest beat...?
Is that me? Is that...?
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Not Too Soon
03:20
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She colorblind tired eyes
Her hallway aching
She'll never move him, likes it that way
He's just a walker and he'll never stop walking away
It's not too soon, he said, you know it's not too soon at all
And you might as well be dead, he said
If you're afraid to fall, I said, I know her
She said, oh, my, why do you stare so hard?
Wrapped up like a doll in bad dreams and broken arms
Make these old bones shiver
It's not too soon, he said, you know it's not too soon at all
And you might as well be dead, he said
If you're afraid to fall, I said, I know her
The last time I saw you, you were standing in the dark
And with a freezing face, I watched you fall apart
It's not too soon, he said, it's not too soon at all
And you might as well be dead, he said
If you're afraid to fall, I said
Done your time, been in your place
I couldn't look you in the face
and tell you that it turns me on
it makes my stomach turn
I know, I know her
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