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Jiggle Physics
05:47
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we've soaked language in liquid
lusted after the plot lines we stole
we let the moment slip with reprieve to place hands upon its lung
pray the water stills the throat
shame me with a bitter fuck
i need it, i need it, can I hear it in a drunk and stagnant tune?
i'm a little insurgent
and not yet covered in shit
no not a sound I make could sing along with it
man in charge is serpent
to hear the under-enlightened
apologize for its flesh
all the ancient blood has been tampered with
the future will never come at this rate
-associates of iniquity
i attest
this secular address
neither opulent nor sumptuous
we garner in reverence
to the broken, busted, abused and untrusted
blasé in our brilliance
they heard us scream:
we rot in unmarked graves
you’ll scratch deadbeat on mine-
she
muttered, emptiness is the mother of all things
you could hear their roar
through fragile teeth
a spark will grow of stale breath without retreat
i tricked them out of panic
so they weren't scared to die
we are worthless out of time
give them voices to be carried by
march with us home
this is not the only way
peel back the scab you call your city
devour your shit list
cut the strand of fucking nerves
live underneath the mortar
we haven't tousled fate without reveling in unrest
we are the bottom of the pyramid
aye
was it clean?
did it flicker soul or shackle bone?
was it everything you're meant to see?
then why
not bare mettle?
fan the flames of rife
this could’ve been the greatest fucking anthem of your life
but the sick sick clamor in you dies
to preserve nothing
oh
when it sparked it clung to the world
to breathe
since it seems that every heart that beats for freedom requires nothing but a slug of lead
i demand my share
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2. |
Wreck-Election Day
04:48
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is it white?
is it tired?
is it losing its way of life?
is it prodded?
is it marred?
it should die.
it cannot sing
without retreat
it stares through iron
and shows its teeth
will its plague
be preserved
for display
and example
in an ode to the world i could hardly let out another breath
the mew and snare had seized tight til no gasp left from my neck
everything was ever black and led the blind into its sense
a rupture came we forged the oat and darkness crept in
everything in line was clinging to its warmth
and though the vessels held them tight their meaning was diffused
it scattered all across the plains where denser blood had pooled
a nail pinned the skin to grain and locusts came forth
the nascent herd and rhetoric were covered in their crumbs
enough to spit an image that knew nothing of the world
where any line or hymn or scale would tempt one to its kin
the beaded eyes reflected fire, recoiled and refused to walk again
what if nothing were awake?
what if eden never came?
what if iniquity had put out roots and all the world were snake?
we aren’t the same
your ugly shines vain
argent from the sun
to still lines it clung
you can smell it rife within the air
beat the dust from her
there is nothing new around you
and nothing to unfurl
why won’t they keep with the order
the draw of the tide
the counsel of moss
where all is alive
down
drag your mirth down
what good are rats without disease?
the things they carried
were as shale across the sea
but the empire will come to an end
i clung to her maw and let it drown
sing to black and white keys
that pulse wild into being
and we breath loud
teeth ran everywhere
there was sultry in her hair
and i ate it
down to bone
we rise sojourn as the fig
her crop had pardoned us to move less lightly
so we buried our feet
every commonplace withered to history
so we kept to disease
seal the womb and shame the beast
be here with me
if it cannot grow it must die
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3. |
Every Man For Herself
05:28
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i'm led by flame
and waning feet
the bones of progress
and mortal sleet
i tell them what to write
i raise the flame with porous lips
i smell the wild in fingertips
when nothing in the sky
is capable of light
i pluck the feathers from the skin
i temper tusk and weave it in
when softened with the night
im atemporal and white
tell me
i am felled to commiseration
i am luxe within the stale
and when fed to conflagration
i wont hasten to bare scale
i want more
birthed by the ravished, broken and scorned
have you no hell in your world?
now use thine eyes to see
carry me carry me
all ye who have wept
o’ the avid and languished
call on the mount
and i will be tied to the stake
burn me inside of a rose
the kingdom that fell and the king that was left will carry my waste
i am the salt of the earth
i am the clamor of her womb
when the flood
becomes a muse
the ravenous
seek bone to chew
their prescience
marred
voracious in their appetites
i feed them as if father might
i’m sultry in my martyrdom
i rain only at night
i preach the tame in spiritual
vessels I can’t find
where is all the ambience?
where is all the ambience?
raise hands and call the divine my name
i am the salt of the earth
i am the clamor of her womb
i was ivory but not soul
just the imprint of a fern
my time here it was eclipsed
and bled only my remiss
tell me am I wry?
we all must starve and die
take from them what is mine
pray to the crown
prey on the crowd
water only ground
temper the life out
and we all feed from the process
bleed from the incest
fiend for the quintessence
of the stolen learning curve
at the edge of the world
i was selfish enough to let gangrene in
let them crucify me to make medicine
my spurious ascent was of heralded stone
that forged adulate beings out of iron and lung
i am not ashamed
to say that i'm ashamed
that i've been saturated in this white parade
white parade
white parade
white parade
white parade
white parade
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4. |
Cost Effective
04:27
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i was startled by the retina
that saw beauty inside of love
i looked up from the crosshairs
my reflection could not even shrug
my mind splinters from the thought that shrapnel tastes better than blood
pick my teeth from the dirt
plug my skin where it's likely to run
father, I've cleared my obsession with grief
mother, I was never born of you; forgive me
i get a bit of the itch when life has me prolific with breathing
stuck in the molder of feigning pious wrought with eternity
the throats are thick with grief
and their anecdotes aren't likely to soar
are they weeds or are they lice?
was it accidental or was it gravity?
absolutes are incomplete
gestation has haunted me
absolutes are incomplete
i’d better sort my misery
as the linen was uncoiled
and the table had wept
they sought kinetic light
that bloomed sacrament
and fawned and fabled
as it jeered behind rib
i was too removed from the room
to call it leviathan
i’ve no interest in a heart that beats
i burn the casket
black the eyes black the eyes
i sold my rhetoric
void the mind void the mind
i plead the fire
burn the hive burn the hive
i breathe insanity
patience has lost it's nectar
they needed an anti-hero
i had left my carcass in the dark
the display was void of any light
they felt cheated I felt free
they were beggars who needed me
selfish was I to give in to the itch of peace
i no longer remind myself to breath
now the worms hang in the water
the alphas dragged my heart towards the sky
and the soil it grew nothing
the omegas laid eggs down my spine
time and I stand still while death begs them to cheat
the mirror tricked my tongue into reading aloud
drown the pages in books with a violent sound
the slugs that await me are stuck in the round
i am darker now
the incandescence blew a hole in the crowd
rather than boxed I'll be fed to a hole in the ground
now I am stuck on a one liner that is sure to astound
put the fire out
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5. |
Your Dirty Left Hand
02:10
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i assumed you'd be riddled with it
extol the crutch and foundation of shit
masquerading as unholy glint of your rabid and trifling emptiness
where were you when it started?
there's a long road we've hallowed to think about
for the dearly departed
are entombed
so lewd
ameliorate me or bow down to your lieu
two steps forward
anchored back
and the place i am stunted takes heed
to your lack
im the driver, the mother, the uncial oath turned to black
but i need it
i taste the metal and green
would you seek it
if it were drab and slut and then wilted into your screen
to have your prowess bore
and your soul trailed into the dirt
to have your prowess bore
i won’t know what it gets when it takes me
oh. how's it feel?
we writhe and we spit and lay waste to all that we’ve named opaque
we are lessened to lowlier wisdoms
the nerve of the ego
the apostate
we raised
we raised
our oblivion into the face
how's it feel that the colorless that you mock want this more than you?
of all the words
of mice and men,
the saddest are,
“it might have been"
well i need this more than you
i need this more than you
ill be black ill be white ill be mute
ill exhume what is left of her womb
get out
get out
the light's still shining through
get out
get out
we will bloat unto separate mews
get out
get out
get out
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6. |
Magnum Opress
03:23
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imagine your feigning has halted
the sores of your grip
and the glaze in your stare requited
without song
so when it all breathes back
and the smoke doesn't clear
it will immure the stale of when we were here
everything everything
everything has evaded her peace
everything everything
everything is in violent retreat
i sought to look upon the face of it
feeding
i took the news ill given the morphine drip
and not a stitch in that fabric could fell the silence replete
beckon to your extinction
oh how i wish that the vein would take
oh how I wish that the vein would take
i couldn’t help to stave
my addicted inhibited
dissonance
estranged
from coercion so skulking irreverent
what
class belongs to blood and dirt?
class belongs to blood and dirt?
and weren’t we so moved
we were written in myth
our reflections refused
we all agreed to be lost
in the faces of history
fix your skin to the spool
sell what’s left of the stock
clot the artery with hysteria
we are the dregs of the machine
everything everything
everything is as dead as it seems
god has no love for this world
god has no love for this world
i am taker
i am taker
i am taker
but I wish to leave
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