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Honey Suckle Sour
03:49
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Woke up cold where a body should lay
Give me a taste and I’ll turn that way
Honey suckle’s sour in a day
Vertigo
Moving slow
On a low energy
Can’t get past the door
Water on my back like molten rock
Turns me crystal clear til it’s turned off
Honey suckle’s sour, makes me rot
Vertigo
Moving slow
On a low energy
Can’t get past the door
Wait to turn our face back to the sun
Honey suckle’s sour where we’re from
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2. |
MSL
05:14
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Comatose
My dreams come before me
And I wave the white cloth
Every morning
Porcelain
Dove sits on my window
I finally found one
Wait til it goes
I give it away
I’d give anything
For that saccharine lady
For my saccharine lady
Summertime
Sanctuary’s waiting
Clothes for comfort
Like a mother
Sink your teeth
And I’ll stop breathing
Fatal kiss
Keeps you from leaving
I give it away
I’d give anything
For that saccharine lady
For my saccharine lady
I give it away
Or we can never be
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3. |
At Night
02:59
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This is poisonous
But I’ll stomach it
Hanging on to you
Like a lunatic
You’re gone in the night
It’s taking my life
I’ll empty the vine
Til your blood is like mine
Sometimes flesh
Sometimes wine
A promise that it’s something divine
The pageantry of a lie
You’re gone in the night
It’s taking my life
I’ll empty the vine
Til your blood is like mine
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4. |
Pendulum
03:12
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No primal urge
And no love too
It’s a snail’s pace slowing
It’s cadaver’s blues
The pendulum swing
It fills you with pain
It’s gonna make you gray
Pacifier finger
Sits in straightjacket fist
Broke my nose on your collar bone
And singed the skin in a coughing fit
Violent screams shake the pillow
I am murderous today
I stumble over eggshells
Til I fall on your grave
The pendulum swing
It fills you with pain
It’s gonna make you gray
The pendulum swing
The pendulum breaks
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5. |
A Sick Room
06:41
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My head rests
Under a shower head
I wake up drenched
Cause the pillow wept in the night
When I half woke
On the underside
This skin’s too tight
To crawl out every time
Left my stoplight mind
And my digital touch
Fell victim to
Metaphysical crutch
Endearing
Ensnaring
Just a figment of my need
Obsession
Regression
Trapped you in my jar of greed
A sick bed
A sick room
My knuckles turn purple
Under a tongue-tied moon
Stars littered in the line of sight
Now they’re burning in the bags below my eyes
As the morning removes you
This is a sick room
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