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Dead End
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Heat
03:38
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amid a transfixed crowd, their mouths agape,
gathered around a centerpiece
amid pillars and statues so majestic,
I move with their mechanical dancing.
beaming like the highest art
she strikes divine, yet taunts me with her smile,
I’m mystified as we lock eyes
hold me down
swelling smoke streams around her feet
her veins glowing bright with heat;
she reveals fissures in her magnificence
while I still dwell on diligence
I see the masses disperse at the sight of it
their shutters hide the sight of it
and I am stunned by the sight of it
I stand still
close to my world’s end
she rose and brought hell
under my skin
she was sleeping so soundly
sleeping so soundly
hold me down
she has a face no stranger than mine
flaring up under the red stained sky;
in the glorious ruins of her appearance
I recognize myself disappearing;
I weep for the wreckage around me,
her betrayal confounds me. a spectacle
that haunts me every time we lock eyes
close to my world’s end
she rose and brought hell
under my skin
she was sleeping so soundly
sleeping so soundly
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3. |
(I Leave You) Wounded
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4. |
Vision
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Screens
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Flood
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Surface
03:20
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I’ve heard they seldom surface
if they’re buried deep enough
but you keep fingering under my skin
trying to dig them up
my eyes are opened wide
yet you appear a dream
solitary minds think alike
facing reality
you want that sweet embrace
to slit me out of my shape
to absorb me and unveil
the raw canvas that you crave
so close now
so closed off
all stiffened up
I’ve heard they seldom surface
when they’re flung far into the flood
but you dive right in, unwavering,
dissolve in my blood
and in that sweet embrace
I slide out of my shape
you absorb me and unveil
the raw canvas that you crave
so close now
suck me in
before I sink back into shape
so close now
so closed off
all stiffened up
you never made them surface
because I'm buried deep enough
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8. |
Aftermath
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9. |
Satantango
03:58
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see them circling their shadows
see them trembling in terror
see them kindling their fires
see them stirring to silence
see them blackening their soils
see them burning in turmoil
see them fleeing to silence
see them fleeing to silence
she’s that satan tangoing through our streets
thrust your way through the crowd
throw yourself at her feet
but don’t you dare to speak
‘cause you’ll get ripped to pieces
don’t you dare to speak
you’d better flee this demon
in this blazing light
she laughs her teeth bare and bites
she takes delight
in filling this dead air with fright
as they wade through the flames
she cries
look at me
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10. |
Surgery
02:34
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so here I am now, stretched out on the table
I feel like I'm overdressed for the occasion
some soothing words as preparation
“are you alright because you seem a bit shaken”
four pairs of hands flying around with some tools
“you’re so pale you nearly merge with the room
you will feel a sting, so take a deep breath”
oh please just bring that needle to my head and
while you’re at it, can you cut me some jagged edges
as you can see, this body ain’t all that precious
already battered, a mere vessel
now hurry up or it will burst under pressure
and be so kind as to open me up wide
tear out the filth that’s piled up inside
I feel sick, take a deep breath
before they bring the scalpel to my head and
slowly slice
cut it out
seal me off
a hissing sound
stitch me up
tightly now
something in here smells horribly burned
the floor is littered with liquids and dirt
the headrest stained, a deep red shade,
I wipe off the blood that’s trickling down my face
I will be blessed with a beautiful scar
at least now, I finally look the part
I feel an itch, take a deep breath
as I slowly bring my hands up to my head and
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