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Capital Vagrant
05:11
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I got a prerequisite
I got a prerequisite
My opinion is subjective
My reaction is everything
Room 41
at the Phoenix Sunrise Motel
I got a prerequisite
would you fuck with this?
I'm so sick of it today
Reject your muscle memory
the way we manifest misery
desire and expectation
precipitate painful misinterpretation
the antipode: unknown clarity
the gold stars you earned in charity
I was future tripping
at the midnight mission
deja vu of dreams
I don't remember
I met myself
at the midnight mission
Pacific Gardens
down in Pilsen
Jesus saves all but me
Internalize internal lies
holy death tranquilize
autoerotic asphyxiation a la mode
strictly strychnine sex juice fragrance with a kick
You are my double-wide daydream
Laced with American cream
the pleasure palace is open 24 hours a day
destroy disfiguration
the pain a subtle mistress
this affair has lost my interest
I am a capital vagrant
capital vagrant
wrapped in sequined alabaster
lost in sequence moving faster
capital vagrant
capital vagrant
transmuting feeling into plaster
no apparent reason
seasoned internal treason
internal treason
and I....
got a prerequisiste
would you get rid of it?
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2. |
Intermission
04:59
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Something must realized
Circular in all of my
If i continue this way
Most certainly defy
I feel a weight its not real but
it's crushin me
I hope from this dream I had
so bitter
I like the other dream
Make life something worth dying for
She whispered in my ear
Can I remember long enough to alter my course?
Fetish my o-ppressive
Fetish my o-ppressive
Fetish my o-ppressive
Narratives
Feed me
Feed me
Feed me! thimbles of meaning
Before I forget everything
Paint my throat with honey
Purge the gods of annuity
I AM ASKING HOW TO SERVE ANYONE ANYONE BUT ME
Can I remember long enough to alter my course?
Congraguuuuuulations!
You have matriculated
To a number form
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3. |
Trash World
05:03
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Wrapped in your barren fragility
I am wrapped in your barren fragility
No one tries to make it pretty
And it’s so so quiet
In Isolation, Isolation
Could isolation be a party of two?
In Trash World
With my barren ground caribou
They say, “stay cold and copulate and breed!”
Erase your memory man!
I was riding on a seafoam grave
Waiting on some transfiguration
This is the old story!
I want a new story!
Retreat to my daydream!
Retreat to my daydream!
So I can stay clean
The message came through antenna wires
Hurricane, through that hole in my brain
This is the last resort for me.
That was the old story I had.
I’ve got a new story.
That was the old story you had.
You’ve got a new story
In Trash World
In Isolation, isolation
We found our spray-painted facade of home
We found our spray-painted facade of home
Isolation, party of two.
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4. |
Safeword
05:42
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It just seems like every corner i turn
Theres another corner to turn
The days pass slowly but surely
Im gonna lose my……
There is a stain
What is this…..
fantasy ?
What is this fantasy?
You’re not you. I’m not me.
I need some of this
relief my friend.
This is relief my friend
Self will run riot and i’m losing the
controoooolll
The safeword don’t work no more
A familiar disruption
Trashman comes once a week
I don’t know his
other routes
They were secrets to me
secrets to me
There is a stain
Where warm bodies once laid
There is a stain where warm bodies once laid
That I keep on laying on
Keep on hanging on
Connecting in chaos
Until it’s too much
Destruct on cue
You always do
Famously wont fulfill
Lip service to love
Radioactive
I’m in the fallout now
In this ball and gown
It’s such a pre-tense now
In this ball and gown
Androgynous Anonymous
I like the way you bend
Conjugal visit
Mind fuck for free
If the fail-safe fails to save
What do you do?
Self-will run riot and I’m losing the control
I’m not the safeword anymore
It is Ephemeral in general
Things will not stay this way!
What is this ?
Fantasy
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5. |
Ataxia
03:08
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My mind is floating close combat
Rolling jiu jitsu
Bipolar
magnets
Turn away inevitably
Im staring in a magic eye
nothing appears
Anamorphic distortion
This projection appears
normal over
normal over
This virtual reality
Is not the same for you as me
Temporary buoyancy is the most fatal anchor in this
contest of decay
Breaking bread w coffee and crank
Rewriting memories
White out red ink
Glamorizing suicide scenes
ouroboros metempsychosis
Isolated amnesia
Reliquary envoke ataxia
Turn away
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6. |
Prisoner
03:55
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I got a sick fascination at rest
But not past the power of resurrection
Been faking my own death
So i could learn to live again
Everywhere i go
I always wanna stay
Wanna get back to your arms
The night will be witness
(la noche sera testigo)
Im gonna reawken with you
(voy a reamanecer contigo)
La energia todo que nos rodea
Perdido en el sol
Esperando
La luna
When I go
And you stay right here
Youre like a ghost
That just cant dissappear
Eres el prisionera mas libre conocere
Under the shadow, Under the wave
The door is closed
But its not goodbye
Lord forgive me
Cuz im gonna do what i wanna do
I got a sick fascination at rest
But not past the powers of resurrection
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En Español ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆
Tengo una fascinación enfermiza, está dormida
Pero no más allá del poder de la resurrección
He estado fingiendo mi propia muerte
Para aprender a vivir otra vez
Donde quiera que vaya
Siempre me quiero quedar
Quiero volver a tus brazos
La noche será testigo
Voy a reamanecer contigo
Llena de energía
Todo lo que nos rodea
Se pierde en el sol
Esperando a la luna
Cuando me vaya
Y tú te quedes acá
Serás como un fantasma
Que no desaparecerá
Eres el prisionero más libre que conoceré
Bajo la sombra
Bajo la ola
La puerta se cierra
Pero no hay despedida
Perdóname, Señor
Pero voy a hacer
Lo que quiero hacer
Tengo una fascinación enfermiza, está dormida
Pero no más allá del poder
De la resurrección
He estado fingiendo mi propia muerte
Para aprender
A vivir otra vez
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7. |
Anarkiss
06:01
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You’re just so hard to read.
Maybe I should be alone,
But I wish you were here with me.
Here, here, here
Snake charming the way you do.
You question the love that people have for you.
You convince them anyways,
To find out who you really are.
You’re sad & angry & impatient & scared.
Yet somehow, somehow
Being with you is better than being alone…
Sometimes...sometimes.
I like the way that I know you now.
I like the way there are some things I don’t know about you yet.
You know, there are things that you don’t know about me either.
I hope we get to a place where we can find out,
But if you wanna go ahead, and you want to doubt it
You’re Ten-Hi
You’re so empty
Sour mash phlebotomy
You trade your love for the B.A.C.
That means there ain’t nothing left for you and me
So why don’t you give me a kiss?
I’m an Anarkiss!
Put your lips to god!
And find out there ain’t no more faith to suck from.
I’m bone dry, high in the sky
My left hand man and my holy ghost
Don’t even know, they don’t even know…my first name!
I’m not a nihilist I swear
I just don’t care.
I really don’t care.
Everybody wants it and nobody cares!
I sold my heart to the shindig,
But it didn’t go very deep.
Shallow, shallow!
So why don’t you give me a kiss
Here here here
Why cant iiiiiiii heal
Baby I’m an Anarkiss
Amen! I’m an...Anarkiss!
I’m an Anarkiss
Amen! I’m an...Anarkiss.
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8. |
Interlude
01:11
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9. |
Cemented Youth
06:38
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Pony pump and the Smoker’s Suite
Masochism was never the intent, but always the result.
I am a cartoon character that keeps getting killed.
Monarch Murderers on the road
Border bandits at the tower door.
The world keeps requesting my attention, things I don’t feel are so important.
I am the feature of this operator’s theatre, and he is the phlebotomist’s dream.
I am the shoes that my father found in the snow; They were just his size.
I am my mother’s imprint : artificial insemination.
I am your childhood blur. I am unrequited, cemented youth.
...rolling through the punches so long, you forget what you’re doing...you become
I am immobilized I am cemented youth & I don’t wanna die.
I am unsure of where we go from here but I, I am alive
Presence calming. Apart unnerving. What is this, longing?
Existing in opaque flashes, in disheveled elegance, how does the hell you know, become the status quo?
Fuck my status quo! Fuck my personal hell!
I am the opaque flash! Of a vision! On a curtain in the Arizona room where you smoke your cigarettes. I am a flash, projected on the skullcap screen.
I am the feature of this operators theatre. And he is the phlebotomist’s dream
I am the feature of this operators theatre- of this operators theatre.
There is a hole. I’m waiting for gravity to pull me through - to puullllll me through.
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