1. |
freaking you out
02:20
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i'm getting ready now
and i'm leaving the dark
pink and battered now
well i'm falling apart
i'm so damn sick
of trying to beat you
you cracked my shell
attempting to feed you
well all i have left is
freaking you out
its getting warmer now
water filling the brim
its gotten lonely now
but i'm learning to swim
i'm so damn sick
of trying to beat you
you cracked my shell
attempting to feed you
i asked for help
every evening
well all i have left is
freaking you out
i'm getting ready now
and i'm leaving the dark
pink and battered now
well i'm falling apart
i'm so damn sick
of trying to beat you
you cracked my shell
attempting to feed you
well all i have left is
freaking you out
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2. |
gryskies
04:04
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grey skies keep me fucking bothered
liquid slipping up the dropper
don't leave me here
on an island pleasing red sands
pockets filling up with broken
glass and wet hands
if you'd let me kill myself
it would sound like this
bottles on the pavement
and a paper mask
bathing early with a condom
burn
voices outside keep me unheard
needing to shave
if you'd let me kill myself
it would sound like this
bottles on the pavement
and a paper mask
if i slit your throat wide
and fucked the hole all night
would it ease the pain
if i slit your throat wide
and fucked the hole all night
would it ease the pain
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3. |
let's make loam
04:47
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you breast held my head
i'm crying cum and blood
its graphic its tragic
its neon in the park
crawl inside my eyes
lets rip out hips tonight
its rheum its mire
its syrup choking flowers
let's make loam
pass me a bottle
of your bleeding envy
soak me out of comfort
wet warm and heavy
its so dark inside
shadows flashed to sleep
i wish i was brighter
tongues instead of teeth
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4. |
listerine
07:16
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my teeth are dead
hair keeps worn
my flesh is lead
patience torn
sponge broke bone
splinters keeping my lights on
red cell pours
trails off shore
i have no one to relate to
i have nothing to relay
i have no one to relate to
i have nothing anyways
give me a taste of your process
hide the sapphire boxes
give me a taste of your needle
raise the necro-cathedral
lately i've been scrambled
blended nectarines
shopping for carts with no handles
and Listerine
my baby's got a sick ache
my baby's got a basement too
my shoulders nailed into concrete
my shoulders nailed into concrete
there's peace in plastic
there's freaks in bad bags
i belong to the river
flowing around some hatchback
i belong to the wither
floating empty and void
fill me up with your slithers
keep my habits employed
i have no one to relate to
i have nothing to relay
i have no one to relate to
i have nothing anyways
give me a taste of your process
slit the rust littered losses
give me a grip of your evil
raise the necro-cathedral
lately i've been scrambled
blended nectarines
shopping for carts with no handles
and Listerine
my baby's got a sick ache
my baby's got a basement too
my shoulders nailed into concrete
my shoulders nailed into concrete
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5. |
leather_collector
11:31
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not consistent with the actual lyrics
then an emotron cover
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6. |
grey skies
03:10
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grey skies keep me fucking bothered
liquid slipping up the dropper
don't leave me here
on an island pleasing red sands
pockets filling up with broken
glass and wet hands
if you'd let me kill myself
it would sound like this
bottles on the pavement
and a paper mask
bathing early with a condom
burn
voices outside keep me unheard
needing to shave
if you'd let me kill myself
it would sound like this
bottles on the pavement
and a paper mask
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groggy darko Cedar Falls, Iowa
Autoethnographic explorations of illness, addiction, sabotage, and abuse. It's hilarious.
2015-Present
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