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Obsessor
04:55
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No, this couldn't wait
I didn't think you'd mind
But baby, you shouldn't have been so kind
But now it's been too long
And my conscience is wearing thin
You're too afraid to do a thing
What is it to you?
I don't need you to choose
What is this to you?
I don't need the truth
Cause you're a ghost and I love you
I don't believe in reasonable doubt
So I'll just keep on reading
In
to
The things you say and the things you do
I'll breathe them into something new
What is it to you?
I don't need you to choose
What is this to you?
I don't need the truth
Cause you're a ghost and I love you
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Fingers
02:14
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3. |
Killed a Man
04:16
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Sorry I haven't been around in a while
I've been breaking up secrets in the backyard
I've been selling it for less than loose change
and it won't ever let me be the same
All my friends talk amongst themselves
About how they can tell
So maybe I've Killed a man
I couldn't tell you if I've gone that far
Sorry I don't want you around
And more so, I left you find out
I have a body with the power of an Olympian
I'll hold the truth between feathers and a hospital bed
When my legs give from running there and back again
When I kill a man
Don't you tell me
He wasn't mine to kill
Don't you tell me
I killed a man
When I bury him
When I kill a man
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4. |
Death of Good Conscience
02:24
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One man whose gone through death
Jesus Christ
He died
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5. |
Shame
03:59
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I suppose it's me
Hiding beneath his scales
He's invaded the space between my hair and chin
Tainting the synapses that occur upon the appearance of my tail
Even to myself, there is no difference in the way I crawl in my
Skin
I won't be blamed for the things I have stole
When we are each other and we are one whole
They've made a special place for me in hell
Crafting my punishment just for my sins
His taste for evil makes my bones swell
We can be satisfied the moment you say
When
I won't be blamed for the things I have stole
When we are each other and we are one whole
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6. |
Sun
03:39
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I have an appointment for it to kill me @ 3
I want you to stay sane, don't think about me
I don't believe that there are words for your peace
So we can pretend that things are how they should be
I see a mother with the sun on her back
Her son char'd black with secrets tending to sound like fact
I'll exhaust her hearts reason to race
And I'll be convinced there's wealth if I stay
I have an appointment for it to kill me @ 3
I want you to stay sane, don't think about me
I don't believe that there are words for your peace
So we can pretend that things are how they should be
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7. |
alright
02:02
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alright
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8. |
Another Life
04:22
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In another life I knew what you meant
In another life I'm dead
In another life my friends pretend that they don't mind
In one they laugh, in another they cry
In another life it works out fine and I pretend that I don't mind
Tell me it doesn't seem contrived
Someone's keeping me alive
Maybe there's many of me and I die
I know they're coming for me
They're taking their time
I'll unraveling my fingers from my knuckles and bones
And when they come for me
In another life it doesn't matter now
In another life I don't pester and hound
And the ones I love, they stick around
In another life I treat myself well and tends to spell itself out
Tell me it doesn't seem contrived
Someone's keeping me alive
Maybe there's many of me and I die
I know they're coming for me
They're taking their time
I'll unraveling my fingers from my knuckles and bones
And when they come for me
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9. |
A Conversation
02:37
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In another life, we call each other by name
I, a series of electrical reactions and the distribution of chemicals and and it's all different
I am dirt and wind, moving through sunbeam
I am a plane, my own pilot and my worm children
All you'll have of me are my waves
Along with files on papers left in my pocket
When my skin is paper thin and it's been too long for me to notice
To work
I'll have him sort them for me
You'll know who I am
I was everything
I am a God
The numbers grow violent when a man's palms aren't large enough to settle his hunger.
Drowning faces drowning faces, drowning faces.
Their necks pressing back threw the spaces between my bones.
I Sift worlds with phalanges.
Without weight, I wait on the hands on my wrist to lay hands on your family, like a six ton kiss.
Im behind its tick.
Missing millions one should have picked.
I see you breed.
I see you sworm.
Procreating in masses
With the seeming ease of brushing crumb from table
I put you in caskets
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10. |
Fiona
07:48
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Fiona, it's slipping through the creases of my hands when I try to think about it
Fiona, where has my friend gone?
I imagine you in that little green house I lived in on lawn
Fiona, I can't see through to you anymore.
And it's strange to think, I was once you.
Now below where you are
Fiona
Where has my friend gone
I imagine you in that little green house
Fiona
You're falling through the valleys of my skin
When I cared for you enough to hope for your health
Fiona, when the light gets back to me, I'll stand to believe this could all be real
Fiona, there's things you shouldn't know.
But for you there was never anything to prove, and you're still all your own
Fiona
Where has my friend gone?
You're between the teeth of a stubborn jaw
Fiona
You're falling through the valleys of my skin
I have no use for you
Only to die
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11. |
Interlude
05:33
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Wonder if anyone else is watching me here
Cause right now I'm just fiery embers and crackling leaves
And maybe if I'd wait awhile all this would disappear
Or maybe I'll shake off my skin and be dust on your sleeve
Blown on salty drafts
To the sea at last
On deep gray foreheads of stones I'll find a place to lay
Watching from puddles as cloudy days give way
To a moon whose wrinkly fingers reach out and squeeze me dry
And under its pale gaze my fullness will start to decay
Through a lifeless din
Astral sounds say when
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12. |
Metamorphosis
02:50
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what
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13. |
Control
07:41
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I pass my limbs through the doors of a pawn shop a left off Fretz and Mill
I did my best to batter away these bones
He had no use for mine, he had his own
I left my body there on the cold porcelain tile
He screeched he was a man, not the kind to steal
Death fell upon the birds and I was left only with my thirst
When my head once knew my hands
Coursing strength for tip to wrist
It's starting to seem that lust's starting to taste bland
And I'm only subject to the desire of my hands
If they had the strength I'd keep my fist so tight
You and everyone else would never fit between them
Smearing the filth under my shirt
Its death would be assured
I'd know control and maybe my will would be full
I watch water well from her ducts before I knew what she meant
Falling through the holes in my plans, my palms caught onto nothing
To slow my descent
Her eyes welled for the line she began to draw was no longer missing
Self-pitched balls in the front lawn
It only began to dissipate
The atoms of her ink forcing themselves inches away
They sped up so fast
She saw no shape
Until they didn't hold the weight
To keep themselves on the page
If they had the strength I'd keep my fist so tight
You and everyone else would never fit between them
Smearing the filth under my shirt
Its death would be assured
I'd know control and maybe my will would be full
(noise)
I've done evil letting it from me
I've done evil taking advantage of what you saw
You've done evil taking it from me
You've done evil stuck in the clutch of a stubborn jaw
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