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Hell World
19:43
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Last night I took you to see the flowers
so full and overwhelming
the streets are almost empty
metal construction sounds like a bell that is ringing
I take a picture of those flowers
transmit it to the internet
sitting over the rocks that drop onto the highway
light hits the leaves made everything oversaturated and purple
call to the void or a world without consequences
call to the void
last night I took you to see the flowers
so full and overwhelming.
The weight/the wait
The wait all there was time
the weight I would carry it
I’m always waiting
you're always listening
the silence is burning
Hell world
Rainy day made it easier to stay inside
outside the world is burning up
Everywhere is an airport now
and we hold our breath when we walk on by
Rainy day made it easier to stay indoors.
Got my government blood bag let me into your party
and we hold our breath
Rainy day made it easier to stay indoors
Watch a video about the ocean
about how it is cruel and how it is so in you
I got that cruelty of the ocean in me
I got that cruelty.
Rainy day made it easier to stay indoors
she stays the whole time
this is the last recording you made while you were alive
I am trying to find you there
I got the cruelty of the ocean in me
I got the cruelty
I got it in my blood.
Cruelty
Throw it into the ocean abyss
let it lose its features let it wash away
Atlantis
Halo, it's a glowing CD, way up in the trees in the morning light, sometimes the light will hit just right, a pile of trash, water under the bridge, and these things roll together, how they bleed and how they puddle up, they pool.
Hey, I’ve been lost to this labyrinth, a little out synch I am fracturing, you are in my ear, somewhere I long to be moon over the mountain, when we talk our voices go space traveling
The past is a foreign place and we don’t speak the same language as we did when we were kids your glove is unraveling you're holding a kumquat kicking at the cold hard sand
as if every time I visit you there you don’t go further away front he situation and place
Hey, I’ve been lost in this labyrinth, a little out of synch I am fracturing, you are in my ear, somewhere I long to be moon over the mountain, when we talk our voices go space traveling.
There’s a radio tower, there's a field of flowers, when the threat comes it comes from above, still the ice cream guy comes by
The sundial sculpture women have their nipples rubbed off, this clock don’t work at night, you are in my ear, fill yourself up with light, inject the cleaning agent into your veins, but there is no going back
There is no going back
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Hoax
21:00
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Is it real, I don’t remember
I tried to reach it, ain’t nobody answer
It’s always changing, an ugly mass that is moving
In the morning when we wake up
To find that we are still flesh
The sky over the city is orange
All of the ways we know how to care
Is it here, can’t be for certain
What is sincere, won't be digested
It’s always moving, an ugly thing that won’t be collected
In the morning when we wake up
To find that we are still flesh
The sky over the city is orange
All of the ways we know how to care
I will bury it all
A burial is a refusal
What is real, I don’t remember
I tried to reach it, ain’t nobody answer
It’s changing, an ugly mass that is moving
Your walls and all your cavities shown
The voice will circle but never land
How far
How long
Electricity of the heart
Electricity beating
Practical magic
You come to the water with wet pools for eyes
But the wet and moving water got nothing for you today
You come to the water looking for terrifying angels
But them great wheels of eyeballs those horrifying fires got nothing for you now
Salt of the water great salt of your skin
Salt make me clean again
Salt make me buoyant
Salt
You come to the water
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