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Body Horror
05:01
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i am reminded that my head is filled with blood i set out to write you a love letter but i passed out less than a minute after i woke up caught me bleeding breathing slowly i watch my body crawling in the night i am reminded that my hands were filled with blood when i knew that i had finally found god i would lie with my face against the glass you cut me up breathing slowly i watch my body crawling in the night without fear no god to watch me i watch my body and i hope that you don’t mind when it don't save you this time and it eats into your skull
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Muscle Car
04:18
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johnny takes the metro home from the city to the suburbs in the summer after dark when it’s cold late at night he stumbles down the aisle in his high-class 3-piece suit he’s drinking coors and completely out of his mind i’m feeling good tonight spending a night out on the town going for a ride this is the end of the line johnny needs an extra push when his mundane life has got him down so he went to buy a muscle car with the money he’s been saving he says it helps to keep him sane and he likes how it makes him feel real tough he likes to drive it fast i’m feeling good tonight spending a night out on the town going for a ride this is the end of the line do you ever think about how it could all end when forces collide
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American Nights
01:49
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i spend my weekday nights driving circles around town in the hours that the sun goes down you can really feel the void this absence overwhelms me as noises fill my head and provide me with the motivation to continue moving forward there is an end there is an end there is an end this thought echoes around all night with the static in my head there is an end there is an end there is an end i am constantly reminded of my own impending death and at 3am walking home from the station i feel the absence all around me i cannot ignore i speak i never want to be alone i never want to be alone i never want to be alone oh my god i need to get home there is an end there is an end there is an end this thought echoes around all night with the static in my head there is an end there is an end there is an end i am constantly reminded of my own impending death
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Dirt
03:30
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i feel the dirt deep inside my bones it crawls through me this is when i feel especially at home alone inside my inside i will never be totally clean and it is growing/ yes it is growing it is growing right under my skin it affects me tells me how i need to live i am never alone it is calling yes it is calling it is calling “won’t you let me in” it will continue to grow and it will take over you can never win i feel my skin start to split my blood runs totally dry muscles and bones become part of the system a foreign organism affects my body and mind it is calling yes it is calling it is calling “won’t you let me in” it will continue to grow and it will take over you can never win and there’s this feeling that i get when i am aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh
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Living World
04:39
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i remember feeling my way through the dark no attempts to overcome i would stand 60 feet tall forever living world nothing to make you move living world i can feel the static floating close to the sun i would think about perpetual motion i was moving on up i don’t ever want to walk alone
living world nothing to make you move living world i can feel it in you living outside of my body what a temporary feeling living outside of my body i can't even tell if i am really living
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Wall
05:20
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he spends his time counting the spaces between he’s already lost control he would watch the same spot on the wall for hours in a comfortable void that he calls his home his mom called him yesterday they talked for a minute or two in this time he explained to her he said “I need you to know something I haven’t told you” my legs have atrophied from lack of use my body is totally numb I think about the time that’s passed since I first got here I really want to go back to where I belong she pretended to be surprised with his confession but she’d known all along he’d been brought up interpreting everything he witnessed as reality she wondered where she had gone wrong she remembered when she was young and perceived surroundings more objectively she explained to him that escaping is futile and just might kill the rest of his body his legs had atrophied from lack of use/ his body totally numb she would think about the time she had left and she wondered/ would she ever return to where she came from chained together interminably their bodies are now both totally gone back into the living cycle please just let them go back to where they belong
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Pill Song
03:20
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i saw myself in another life an active ray of light shining through shining through shining through you are the only thing that checks my impulsivity when the static overwhelms me and there’s nothing i can do i felt your magnets press against my body and i felt their energy encompass growing out growing clean you can sedate me but i promise to fight back as i regained control i felt cool but never mean there is a price to pay for those who can’t decide whether their allegiance lies with body or with mind but i decline i will stand up for whats mine, no you won’t get the better of me i could be piercing and i could be dangerous i could be anything that i want to be but i am trapped inside my mind and i feel that i am running out of time to be where i need to get to doctor and teacher and parents says it’s fine to let go sometimes when you need to make the sacrifice but i am out of luck and out of time, this time, i will get what’s mine i will take back my mind there is a price to pay for those who can’t decide whether their allegiance lies ahead or behind but i decline i will stand up for whats mine, no you won’t get the better of me and you wont take me back or hear from me again oh no oh no
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Slow Death
02:10
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crowded room moving forward expressionless no conclusions to be reached static static sedentary slower day by day slip into a catatonic natural decay there is nothing left to do to fill this void an empty promise of a future takes its toll on me i don’t want to be another broken narrative half a person just the product of the lies you told to me cut down crawling forward expressionless practice what you fucking preach preach i don’t need this shit from you i’ve already wasted so much time following this path but you won’t tell me where fucking it leads there is nothing left to do to fill this void an empty promise takes its toll on me i don’t want to be like you just another product of something we can’t control you have no power here you have no power here
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Contact
03:43
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lol
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Total Collapse
04:24
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i am reminded that my head is filled with blood i see myself a bug crawling closer to a higher plane no fear of death no fear of life just a light at the end of the tunnel but i can bleed when words mean nothing i am diseased a foreigner inside of my own body the static in my head that makes me twitch when i’m asleep i don’t feel, i don’t think, i don’t see i am reminded that i need to cut it out born under black mountain black skies figures in the dark make their presence known to me every day until the end of my life when words mean nothing i am diseased a foreigner inside of my own body the static in my head that makes me twitch when i’m asleep i don’t feel, i don’t think, i don’t see dig me a hole i’m going to crawl dig me a hole i’m going under
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The Empty Gestures New Rochelle, New York
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glueboy are the only good band from westchester and we share a drummer with them
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