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Rorschach
03:34
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out of the corner of my eye a red december
(floating) silhouettes on floors and walls washed over me forever
a nagging tendency to wait for my true self
breathing techniques bring us back to a lower surface
overwhelmingly aware of my dysfunctions
my fluids my thoughts my longings my bones
dime-store psychology reveals what we were made of
sugar-coated memories filling up the unknown
sunset red velvet curtains and backward speeches
all-time favorite bad dream endlessly repeated
all along the third stage of sleep at noon
no theory will picture this solitude in bloom
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burning my hands through your hair
so gentle a breeze my eyes go dryer
as cold as the moon that makes
wolves howl and poets cry
a table for two somewhere between
Dante’s Inferno and Palahniuk’s [orange] sky
shadows no longer attached to their deliverers
neither in debt to the morning lights
as long as your breath crystalizes my hopes,
other’s lies take the world by storm
then I endanger myself by stroking it
lightly with my trembling taintless fingertips
at some point it dulled my senses
to get your name stigmatized inside
lost and vulnerable so blind,
back of hands covering my eyes
face the fact to let me get it straight
now feel how your life lines fade away
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36 Views of Mt. Fuji
05:07
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no greater misery than to deny the fact
when staring at the same moon in a different light
like we've been told, just step aside and look back
let the comfort in being numb
so dare to break away from the flock
see-thru white lies can be deceiving
when they assault all five of your senses
bound, gagged and blind, the most painless way out
bound, gagged and blind, the most painless way out
bound, gagged and blind, the most painless way out
bound, gagged and blind, the most painless way out
unbreakable self-confidence as cornerstone
doesn't keep themselves from playing god
a lie told a thousand times becomes the truth
swallowed by the same self-proclaimed gurus
a delicious catalogue of winning statements
precisely dressed with thyme and pepper
capitalized "i" in "I am always right"
high enough to cast a shadow of doubt
bound, gagged and blind, the most painless way out
bound, gagged and blind, the most painless way out
bound and gagged
bound and gagged
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the longer it lasts the sweeter it sounds
a paradox that works when conversations fail
silent requirements and private landscapes
a tasty tequila shot that burns deep my throat
violence in its quietest form
cutting smoke
and every word comes out as knives
cutting smoke
what happened to the art
of staring at the sun?
this is a curse for prayers
this is a cure for liars
but this is not for me to say...
this is a challenge for deceivers
a blessing in disguise
an easy guide to picturing the taste of the deceived
and then the freezing feeling of being all alone
violence in its quietest form
velvet caresses smoothing carcasses
let he who is without sin cast the first stone
violence in its quietest form
what happened to the art
of staring at the sun?
this is a curse for prayers
this is a cure for liars
this is a challenge for deceivers
a blessing in disguise
but this is not for me to say...
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Shades of Red & Oil
01:23
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such a profitable blessing
the blood of others
an exotic bouquet
out of deadly flowers
laissez-faire in bloom
spilling black water
what once was green
just turned ochre
I see the oceans run dry
from my comfort zone
burn it all - burn it all
light the torch and bear it
from Chicago to Babylon
burn it all - burn it all
“The only way to the top is killing and greed. Okay,I’m kidding. But killing helps” D.C.
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Birch Gothenburg, Sweden
Hardcore band from Göteborg, Sweden.
For fans of Converge, The Dillinger Escape Plan and Botch.
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