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esplanade (hearse)
01:28
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leaving fingernails forgotten tracing siglis in my skin
burning leaves and stacking ashes into piles set to cope with
esplanades soaking clothes with muddy waters
leaving salt stains on shoulders meant for sinking teeth into
skipping rocks and the pebbles from my dirty socks for fun
chasing highs for high tides
when the sun crept through the smoke
when i couldn't cry
i just fucked
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2. |
nettle (hearse)
01:33
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measuring spaces between eyelids
with rule of tongue and tunneling vision
suck marrow through straws
to replace dripping finger tips
for an open water sanctuary
should have scraped skin samples
for keep in jars of isopropyl alcohol
labeled for each time that i
sobbed at the ceiling fan
skipping stones on sweat with set intentions
it drips to pool in pores
and punish sigils that i couldn't bring my self
to burn
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3. |
hypertrophic (hearse)
01:36
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iodoform it pulls and it poisons
my insides now whenever it strokes them
once i touched tendon and actually craved it
and sought it out on purpose
to twist my veins on a podium and
confiscate my only source of holy water i
stopped after 12 times when i finally ran out of clean skin
sold my soul to the devil to get my shoelaces back
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4. |
hollow (hearse)
02:22
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framed flowers and framed faces
tossed in a pile of soot by the front door
railroad tracks and broken pains of glass
stuck in the knuckles of middle fingers
smashed up hands and blood red acttics
i wish Gabi well
i wish her well
days didn't pass in peace but in plague and
its my fault its my hands and
i'm trying to own it
27 months doesn't mean shit
when you're still the one begging for forgiveness
economy of sex for signed rent checks but
my inner thighs are worth far more than pennies
blackened houses with rat corpses stuffed in the walls
the house wasn't hollow
sold my soul for shoelaces and the right
to light match sticks again
its under the floor boards if you want to find it
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calloused (isopropyl)
02:04
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second guessing mirrors
to half heartedly expect that
4 am glances to be met with untouched flesh
swallow wisdom teeth one
like a vitamin swearing they'd erode my
already fragile esophagus
worship my esophagus
steady your shaky hands and
change the lightbulb by
rotating the whole house this time
masturbating an irrelevant ego
and i'm still too scared to fuck
i looked up at the ceiling fan and
i swear that it was fucking mocking me
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wolf crying
milk hog
rooster teeth
pigeon toes
tearing skin from the black widows and
taking apart the radiator at 4 am to find
the source of the clicking noise that
fills my head to the brim when i fall asleep
i cant seem to shake the skin cells from underneath my
bitten off finger nails
but
skin still sells in a hurry
skin still sells in a pinch
its ok i'm fine alright i'm good i guess
thanks for asking
don't victimize me with out my exclusive permission
wolf crying
milk hog
rooster teeth
pigeon toes
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