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Feedback Loop
02:10
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I’m stuck in a feedback loop from the apple orchard to the mitochondrial eve to the final supper. I don’t believe in anything I can’t see.
I was never strong enough.
It’s original parading up along the mossy heather spitting in the fog.
It’s professional a new elaborate investigation hidden in a god. If I spit from the surface the better I know you now. Throw a rock from the bottom. The better I know you now.
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Getting Older
04:01
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Zhian’s invasive roots like second hand tobacco. A podium in Nepal. Regalia in the roots. Pensive and indecisive. A man in every room.
I’m shaking on his hand. Allowed to own a rifle but not willing to die.
The drummer in the band. The stick in the bicycle. Why would I want ever lie to you Zhian?
I’m getting older and I want to live a little and I want to die.
Real evil happening.
Stand on the lawn of death.
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Big Red Rose
03:00
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Leave Me Alone
01:54
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Leave me alone. I am stacking wood.
I can see my breath out here.
Don’t take it personal.
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Senator
03:52
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It took a whole lot more than your senator to write the words. You had to throw a flaming bottle through a window.
And now instead of staying quiet you amp it up. You’re in a whole new place of power. That’s all she wrote.
Animalistic and hunts on its own. How do they know? That’s the lady that I know. Go off what I know oh that’s what I know go off what I should know. Oh that’s what I should know.
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6. |
Plastic Wrapped Apple
01:55
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Love That Song
03:14
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I love that song and how I used to sing giddily on the way back home.
Let me explain what a heart won’t say in public. It’s hard work to be fashioned into a tool. Garish parade with a multitude of language but they lied to us all and we fell into paradox. What can we say of what still remains? It’s expressed through the tides of the ocean or through the mounds of alarming waste. Every depth and emotion of a rock floating round in space.
I love that song and how I used to sing giddily on the way back home. But all of it has hit a rut- forgotten.
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8. |
Civilian
03:10
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Take my love away day after day. Paying homage in every way. Bleeding heavily. No display. What a tragedy. Nothing to say.
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9. |
Wheels Of Time
03:00
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Wheels of time. They keep on turning it’s so cliche. Fate reminds us. It feels like cream poured on my face.
Though the children run and hide, I scream through night. A better part of me stays inside where it’s warm. Where the heat rids me of bacteria.
Sone nameless gods design. I see it changing throughout the years. Fear designed us. It feel ingrained and interlaced.
Though the children run and hide I scream through the night. A better part of me stays inside where it’s warm. Where the heat rids me of Bacteria.
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10. |
Axis
03:57
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I’m on the axis. I suffer in it’s patterns. Atlantic slave trade in Senegal.
An OG team pup. Bloody nefarious.
Family tree exploded.
I’m not bank in America.
I’m black and a miracle.
I ain’t back in America.
I’m black and a miracle.
With a rose.
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11. |
You Will Not
03:47
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I’m on the precipice of feeling something. I pour an ocean on a piece of toast.
Articulate it to an operator. A defamation of a holy.
All my thoughts get folded, shredded. Slaps meant for the wrist. Unnecessary.
Is it profession or a pass time ? I distributed all the hentai. Anticipated all the backlash. I copulated with a cartoon.
All my thoughts get folded, shredded. Sunk my battleship. Slapped me on the wrist. Half regarded.
In mitigating all the blah blah. Incinerate an editorial. I vindicate it with the captcha. I get acquainted with the story.
I’m marinated in the ashram. Initiated as OG. Asphyxiated in the ashtray. Humiliated as a homie.
You will not be held down again by the vague hermaphrodite. Nobody gave you the gift of sight. To remain in candle light. You will not be held down again by the cage hermaphrodite. Even if it’s just a grain of salt, there’s a mountain filled with liars.
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12. |
Wind Plus Can
03:27
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Insubordination. Educational elation. Incel action. Choice of faction. Your reaction in a vacuum. How forsaken. Unawakened. Hippy bacon fully fakin. Insincere and unrelenting. Un-repenting in the name of what’s escaping space and time is just a mad man doing backflips into vortex. Grab a jacket. Get to action. Get to action. Get to action. Get to...
A glove and my blood. Wind. Wind plus.
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