1. |
Your Readiness
04:20
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Guilt
it isn't funny
Guilt,
I am not ready.
Killed,
you gave me shelter,
spilled
the blood of another
pleasantries exchanged
a commission of pain
if you think you're ready
i will make it easy, so
hold the blade hand steady
dig the wound in slowly, oh
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2. |
O Diana
00:47
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diana
it's you who took the starlit mantle
diana
the vulture on the velvet plains
diana
it will touch your bloodstains
and what then, diana?
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3. |
Callous
04:52
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can't we hope to find ourselves
in a time where we can let loose
we die again, again
i'll always find you buried under the white spruce
i seek you out from the end
of the earth but you are always sealed away
if i die before you do,
and it seems that's always true,
i need you to know that i am so very gay for you
those callous looks
i internalize
it always seems
this is a curse on our kind
every point in space, becomes
our own monument to dust
I won't be persuaded
I won't lose the passion
we are reborn, we fade
in a different time and place
it always seems to end in the same fashion
those callous looks
i internalize
it always seems
this is a curse on our kind
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4. |
Coldest Wilds
02:26
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we summit the primordial shelf
and stare out on the eye of the cosmos
love is an action in the face of
all the miserable pacts of the world
we dig within the ancient soul of the earth
and gaze out on the soul of the modest
love is an action in the face of
all of the guilty prisoners of the world
seize upon the heart, child
whatever it is
can the wizened elder find hope in the coldest wilds?
Whatever are the wanted things?
Does anybody want me?
Does anybody need me?
The pain in the haunted things,
does anybody want me?
Does anybody need me?
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5. |
Quill
04:19
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it's not the truth, irony
when i write with no conviction
scared of that admission
i don't have the vision
thinking i could nest within a story
i can't drive down
this demon obfuscatory
come nest with me, ba'al
restore me to my glory
ba'al, i'm not the writer i want to be
i'm so needy
i made the wrong choices
i had the wrong upbringing
but you always bring me closer to the source
when i am bleeding
the pact between us impure
i can't fathom meaning
you're all I really need
bend my arms
hell, i've made such a mess
this toxic rotting quill in your chest
i've left you with a shattered throne
i'm someone you barely know
from far too long ago
oh ba'al, forgive me
i have pled guilty
i've bled for the love of centuries
but you have met the rest of eternity
and it's because of me
Ba'al, we spent all of three centuries
I got greedy
I broke the sacred pact
I made your heart stop beating
I will render myself unto the cosmic fleecing
and never write another word,
ba'al, you completed me,
and thus I am nothing.
I am nothing.
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6. |
Frozen Over
03:00
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Buried in snow,
boiling like foam,
what does it know, lukewarm.
Troubled, it's cold,
find me a fire.
What did you do to me?
What did you do?
What did you do to me?
Trapped under ice,
slamming my head
into the sheet, shiver.
Blood will freeze,
find me a transfer.
What did you do to me?
What did you do?
What did you do to me?
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7. |
Bookkeeper
04:18
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love makes you do stupid things
like wasting time on someone who
doesn't care
a halo of dust collects on the wings
sitting on shelves it's like you're
never there
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Ultraconformist Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Hi! I'm Morgan. I make songs with guitar and computer.
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