1. |
We Hoard We Bored
03:20
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This is it
unused tea bags
on your nightstand
and the corners of your posters are getting curly
The floor is bare
you wear slippers
in the winter
who's kiss is cold
like a hospital
and you're lonely
But all we want are
english girls who'll
give their love to us
And all I want is
an asian girl who's
temper I can trust
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2. |
Pauvre Gemma
02:53
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Oh here we go what have you started?
TV's just so coldhearted
But there's something about
the way that she pouts
that triggers the dilemma
I'm dreaming of Gemma
Greet the world with a twelve finger handshake
Strawberry Fields
ridiculous namesake
But there's a star-scene that tracks
from the small of you back
to the bouncing analemma
Celestial Gemma
It's no good I'm losing focus
Smaller sins never get noticed
I consider the broad
more than the Mad, Bad or God
of Lewis' trilemma
Predictable Gemma
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3. |
Something Like Poetry
03:47
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I spent the night
like a fly with nowhere to land
A turncoat
kept afloat thanks to the motion
of your sacred and elusive hands
Your loose-leaf mind speaks like a fight
Adorable and deplorable little sprite
So heavy
so heavy and light
Someone told me that you're the Queen of unbearable pauses
and I watched you
like a movie
made up of action scenes in japanese
and it was lovely
But my inner innocent
is so close to death
And my inner sinner stands
holding his breath with his head in his hands
I spent the night
tongue-tied and toxic
I reread what you said
and over-analysed every word and verb and term and found it to be sadly innocent
What if someone told you that I'm the King of unnatural causes
would you look over me
like a novel
made up of messy rows of poser's prose and see
something like poetry?
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4. |
Two Black Cats
04:19
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You want to know if there's pain
when you die in a videogame
Felicia, I'll feel nothing
you'll be six pixels underground
Come and sit by side
that's the place where you died last time around
A star just crushed you
after the crash your purple hat was all they found
Crossing a black cat
I think I heard it meow
Pray for happy endings
Bad luck is your oldest friend
stickier than symbiote skin
Felicia is stealing hearts
and cash, and jewels
and more from portrait-hidden safes
Ryan is stealing your life
such a shame you can't kill him twice
The car crash was his escape pod
With your degree you left Empire State
Say I've won
And we'll be done
Say congrats
Two Black Cats
Crossing a black cat
I think I heard it meow
Love is mostly mask deep
You want to know if there's pain
when you die and come back again
Felicia, let's get tacos
The Kraken will come
and you'll reincarnate
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God, wake up
Rise and shine
Make Your vision mine
Cause I'm getting bored of this watered down life
I need more than settling for fine
Make Your vision mine
Can you make yourself a home?
Can you make yourself a home?
In this broken world of swine and pearls
you make yourself a home
And no, this is not my home
This is not my home
You know my culture's blurred so I rank it third
this is not my home
Can You make my self Your home?
Come on and make my self Your home
Take this bitter corpse and make it a temple of sorts
make my self Your home
Wake yourself up on this shameful morning
I know myself and somehow I still love me
Praise the Lord if somehow He loves me
Dear God
Fill my cup
if it's not You it's emptiness
In this world
of empty glasses
we've forgotten what real water is
Dear God
You're enough
I rest beneath Your battlements
Heartbreak
is so invasive
Remind me how to breathe again
Dear God
Keep it up
You're heavy hand is comforting
Keep it
heavy-handed
when everything is crumbling
I wanna be more than hypocrite
(through Your life we've already won)
Oh my God
it's painful
This the trustworthy saying:
My soul was made for saving
Christ is a friend to the sinner and I'm the worst of them all
This the trustworthy saying:
My soul was made for saving
Christ is a friend to the sinner and I'm the worst of them all
That makes us best friends
That makes us best friends
That makes us best friends
that I'm the worst of them all
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