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It’s a cold night
In the craters of a desert
The hospital gown
Is stained with piss and sour sweat
I let the spit and the blood
Form my martyrdom mantle
And I clutch my fingers in the suffocating darkness
Tearing down the curtain
Breaking the glass
Just let me see it
Just for once
The repulsive reflection
Of my rock bottom
Let me fester
In the abscess
Of the mess
I made
A gallery of failures
Spread across the sky
Chlorine breath
Surgical mask
Death marked walls
And my legs
They don’t work no more
They don’t work no more
They don’t work no more
I hold this day close
Like a newborn in my arms
Bask in its glowing shame
The worst day of my life
Again and again
And kick against the stream
For as long as I live
In fear of it being
My only legacy
And I know
That I will live it again
Again and again
The worst day of my life
Again and again
Like a newborn in my arms
Again and again
Again and again
Again
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The Curse of Self Help
02:47
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Those stories of ghosts
That you told yourself
Hiding behind
Lying in wait
Regrets and mistakes
Collected in threads
While you laid awake
Prayed for the end
Tracing your steps
Buried under
The ruins of youth
Setting fire to sinking ships
That try to
Sail past
Your old stories of ghosts
That you‘ve sworn
To hide
Yesterday’s promise
That you’ll never find
Peace of mind
Locked up in a tower
You threw out the key
With no hair to dangle
No hope of a prince
You call this a legacy
Seems like
Plain ol‘ trauma to me
And the curse of
Self-help
The curse of
Self-help
Crawl back
Into the womb
Just to die again
Just do die again
It’s just you and those stories
It’s just you and those fears
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The stars in your eyes
Like showers in spring
Smashed open like a serpent's skull
The joy that you bring
Rots down to the earth
For all the worms to feast
I dance on your grave
With flowers in my hair
We celebrate the night to come
We celebrate the night to come
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4. |
A Mouthful of Moth
03:26
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Whispers
Carried by wires
Held tight by a languid breeze
They hide
The heavens and gutters
They linger
Dismal beasts
The corpse
Of tomorrow's promise
Comes bearing its numb deceit
Oh
You once we're
Now fading
Now fading
Fading
Eviscerating
Dead fingers contorting
Clutching at
Nothing at all
A dusty halo
Flickers, extends
A half hearted invitation
That you could never understand
Never could
See the
Damn point
Never could
Reach the
Damn point
This
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