1. |
Cloud Hum
07:00
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CLOUD HUM
my love is a cloud she moves like a hum
over wire and women and string
fell into me on the breath of a song
on a methamphetamine wing
my love is a ray my love is a womb
my love is a stray my love is a tomb
everything vile and everything true
a love so bare, a love so blue
my love is a red reaching bird
I am ripe ready for the picking
here is a home for you my heart
and here is a hole to get sick in
I’m twitching and trembling
shedding my skin
from the pit of my stomach
to the streets of Berlin
the letting go breathes the letting in
my sister my salvage
my phantom-limb twin
skin me
I am just an animal-child
on a chain
timid and tame
for you to nurture and murder and maim
my love is a gift of godless grace
filling your lungs spitting blood in your face
this place is a pile of powder and piss
l.o.v.e across my fist
s.i.c.k I stitch to my wrist
as I pulsate and puncture and tremble and twist
I am slow I am soft I am steady and still
I am eager and empty and ready to kill
my love I am broken and swelling and sore
bleed me out low write my name across the floor
I want more I want more I want more my belle
another song to sing one more story to tell
skin me
I am just an animal-child
on a chain
timid and tame
for you to nurture and murder and maim
destroyer
wounded lamb
a gentle heart
a careful hand
I will be your man
if that won’t do
I will be your woman
if you want me to
skin me
I am just an animal-child
on a chain
timid and tame
for you to nurture and murder and maim
rip me apart
head to heart
killer
give me some more
slit me right up child
stomach to jaw
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2. |
It Had No Face
03:50
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3. |
Peel Me
07:02
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PEEL ME
just a little while longer
just a little bit
I was so full of joy
choking on your spit
climb inside my body
ride along my vein
slide into my belly
and feed upon my shame
sinking as you come
peel me in the sun
ripe round rare
so tactile and tender
drain me from my knees
disinfect dismember
desperate disease
sinking as you come
peel me in the sun
just how long
can you believe
that there is not poison
in the air you breathe
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4. |
Solitude is This
04:35
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SOLITUDE IS THIS
I am a solitary thing
I want for nothing
give me everything I need
all of it
your song your spit
suspend it ‘round my neck and lift me up with
my casket and my crib burn side by side
S.O.L.I.T.U.D.E
oh my lover
oh bring it to me
it’s just a momentary sting
etched forever in the skin
enveloping my all
over time
phobiac
insomniac
just another burnt-out panic attack
developing aversions pitch by pitch
working just for the slower rope
life’s a bitch and then you choke
frail fragments of the apparition
S.O.L.I.T.U.D.E
oh my lover
oh bring it to me
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5. |
Soft Lung
05:20
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SOFT LUNG
rider where you going with that thing strapped to your back
is it patience is it purity or poison that you lack
is it beauty in the everything defeated that you crave
a violence so volatile
picking at my grave
rider what you doing with that thing stitched to your throat
are there weapons or are there wounds or are there wings under your coat
liberty lunacy it makes no difference to me
you see I dug a well I drowned your lord
I threw all your devils overboard
now
sweet one
still kill
soft lung
I am a blade of truth
an arrow of woe
the fury from above
I am the tenderness below
I am here and I am hungry
give me beauty give me sick
give me your tender heart in song
give me your head on a stick
rider what you thinking sinking slowly lower down
I have collected so many jewels for you I am polishing your crown
sweet rider take me in slip me underneath your hood
you on your throne of blue and bone
me on my cross of wood
now
sweet one
still kill
soft lung
I am a blade of truth
an arrow of woe
the fury above
I am the tenderness below
I am here and I am hungry
give me beauty give me sick
Give me your tender heart in song
Give me your head on a stick
rider this thing that I am holding is it dead or is it sleeping
reautify slow unfolding or indifference repeating
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6. |
Hollow Boy
03:38
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HOLLOW BOY
heavy hangs the hand that feeds
in broken light it softly bleeds
beauty breeds the baron seeds of envy
rash rot rip raw
futile fabrication
mediocre infestation
creation and copper wire to mend me
feed fang feel fuck
spit seed soul suck
hollow boy
come undone
ugly boy
ride my tongue
send me something delicate to cull
stitch me to the roof of your skull
damage rides on a vapor thick
kiss me creature before I’m sick
lick my wounds and tell me that I’m so lovely
the veil of dream wears thin
the frail seams of your skin
all split apart as you circle above me
take taste trip tongue
lip lash lie lung
hollow boy
come undone
ugly boy
ride my tongue
send me something delicate to cull
stitch me to the roof of your skull
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7. |
Pretty Pig
06:08
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PRETTY PIG
slowly creature so lovely and so thin
lay in my marrow stay in my skin
the ground is heating up just like a rash
the sweetest sound repeating
so hard and so fast
I am ready for the incision
cut me like a pretty pig
with grace and precision
I can feel it gnawing at my leg
I always wanted to be beautiful
since I broke from out the egg
I am climbing the ladder of your back
as I hung onto your ribcage
I felt your body crack
listen darling
can you hear
the whisper of the ripping
as you slowly disappear
big eyes
appearing like a ghost
the breath returning to my lung
whenever you are close
I am a toothache in the mouth of the trouble
a glowing seed forgotten growing in the rubble
and when everybody’s gone
and there’s nothing left to do
I’ll feed only on fireflies and be a light for you
and when the hanging trees all stray
from the earth’s guiding spine
I’ll wrap myself around you
and weave you into mine
listen darling
can you hear
the whisper of the ripping
as you slowly disappear
big eyes
appearing like a ghost
the breath returning to my lung
whenever you are close
now all my hearts are beating
in and out of time
in and out of tune
on the borderline
of sacrificial healing
and artificial truth
declaring and concealing
my chronic crave for you
slowly dear the road is thick with snow
and my doubts clutch at my heels
from the water below
but all that I can think of
in all my love and fear
is how to keep you safe
how to keep you here
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8. |
Isabella
07:19
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ISABELLA
don’t touch me
watch me disappear
wipe the blood from your brow
the ender flood the tender plow
speak to me
I will take you in
I am not like she
I am not like them
wash me in your bedroom light
see me fade from black to white
in and out on repeat
the dead they never truly sleep
breathe my sweet thing
untie unthaw
slowly my softling
open heart open jaw
scarlet tooth crimson claw
Isabella let me tell you
I just want to
go to Hell with you
dissect me
see what you can find
the wire child the quiet fang
red heart slow spell
fever rip hack hang
feed me I am yours to keep
bury me with the lilies deep
I have no faith I have no fear
I do not go I am still here
breathe my sweet thing
untie unthaw
slowly my softling
open heart open jaw
scarlet tooth crimson claw
Isabella let me tell you
I just want to
go to Hell with you
seven leaves fall from the hanging tree
seven songs call from the hollow to me
seven ships sail on the river of skin
seven deep wells to throw you in
seven sick men seven severed heads
seven words spoken seven left unsaid
seven bruised seven buried seven crowns of wire
seven completely different ways to be set on fire
seven women on a rope stretching across the sky
seven dreams are born as seven dreams die
seven ways to pray seven fresh addictions
seven steps to ensure a proper crucifixion
seven lies to tell seven lives to fake
seven ways to Hell seven ways to break
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