1. |
vanity
02:30
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if clean lines are godly
then i must be dirty
4 years is too long to hold breath
i am caked and cracked
its insignificant
but i still cant forget it
throwing fistfuls of sand into the ocean
as if your trying to replenish it
relentless at that
and pitiful i know it
i fucking know it
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2. |
volvo poetry
02:19
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tied all my teeth to door nobs and slammed them
plucking petals please don't fixate on the stem
on necks and station wagons
tracing fibrous thread
tried to draw straws but skipped stones instead
driving sly with eyes shut tight on the 805
i cried
i am just an artist
too scared to eat colors
and that just makes me a coward
who curses at god yet again
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3. |
vetches (sleeves)
02:34
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chasing god in smoky bedrooms for years
but a goddess cant be a bullshitter
picking daisies with blistering fists
gifted to the weeks wasted bickering
strung out and sick
spinning spider webs from gauze
and punishing sleeves worn without cause
i withered in them
sifting sorrow spitting blood
through gritted teeth and keyboard keys
selling skin for black walls
and goodwill china
the only soul you'll ever have is kia
you sold your own for an applause
sleeping next to the devil
in a bed made from nettle
bleeding out on attic floors
for contests that piss couldn't settle
fuck your pot leaves
and your petals
i wilted with them
cant picture your face anymore
without punishing myself for
framing it in the first place
bask in fake compassion
your only capable of noise
a yellow house on a hill never hit me as home
i bleed petty but thats still bleeding
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4. |
vacuity
02:01
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should have given sutures instead of shards
to cracked blue caulking of the walls
they would have had more to return to me
turn to me
i listed different reasons
opposed to starting every season
exposing major veins and holy water
hold on to your holy water
i'm in vein cleaning blood from dirty laundry
and its useless
the unthinkable never happens
until it leaves you in the thick of it
i'm sick of it
i'm sick off all the shit
i'm so sick of it
i'm sick of it
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5. |
vanitas
04:52
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(this track was improvised)
i don't exist as the cells that i was
rather the dirt that covers old rabbit holes
i never had any heroes or paths and i think i'm ok with that
i'm not a woman but worn machinery
solving secondary math
for keep the same to hold on to
are you unable to let go
or are you just holding on to it
i tried to accept that
i think i'm ok with that
i'm not a woman but pending erosion
theres a pit in my stomach but
your welcomed in to it
ill meet you there with open arms i swear
i'm not a woman but the dust of a dead dog
i don't exist as the cells that i was
rather the dirt that covers old rabbit holes
i never had any heroes or paths
and i think i'm ok with that
i'm not a woman but a big bright shining sigil
drawn from a shitty green pen
i'm not a woman but i'm pending erosion
i'm not a woman but worn machinery
i'm not a woman but a sigil drawn from green pen
i'm not a woman but green pen
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