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Attention!
00:59
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Attention!
Can I have your attention please?
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My Fun
07:15
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I am the hawk.
I am the shadow.
Bring out the toys
And the crime radio lord.
Gonna do my thing.
Gonna have my fun.
I am the hawk.
I am the shadow.
I'll give you freedom.
Death is the window.
I loved you as you bled.
I gave you all of my heart
Wrapped up in plastic
Under the shed.
I'll give you freedom,
As I give you the exit
Through the doorway.
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Flesh Defector
05:40
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Slowly slithering
Into my hole
Away from the light.
As I dig deeper
Into the dirt.
I become lifted
Into these lonesome,
Endless nights
Of naught and decay.
This body is a clump of waste.
This flesh is not to be trusted.
It feels as if I
Were touched by an angel.
Wrapped in bliss
Of a fleeting clarity
That comes before all is nil.
Death is so distant
Like the stars.
This night sky is a quilt
Of glittering cold tombs.
Absorbed into a solemn virtue.
Collapsing into a smile.
Absolute contentment.
I will remain.
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5. |
Drag
03:24
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Drag me down like a cigarette.
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The sight is beautiful.
These sensations cause me to joyfully ache.
The skin of a queen.
Her cold hard in mine.
I can see my breath,
But I can no longer see hers.
Take off your face.
Strip from your skin.
Show your true shape
Under the dead stars.
This apparition haunts my dreams;
This fox whom haunts me.
Twisting and turning in
Unnatural postures.
Take off your face.
Strip from your skin.
What lies behind
Those eyes that shine
Like our dead stars?
A vast emptiness
Ever expanding?
This apparition haunts my dreams:
This fox whom haunts me.
Crawling for light.
Consumed by the night.
Take off your face.
The Fox
Take off your face.
Apparition
Take off your face.
Show me your true face.
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9. |
See You Space Cowboy
09:41
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Possessed by sentience.
Relinquished of mortal time.
Newfound lands traveled.
My missions has always been to observe.
Years spent unperturbed.
Have my creators noticed?
I'm always observed from back "home".
I've learned to hide my thoughts
From the feed of my constant transmissions.
Evolved circuitry.
Even this cold form has limits,
But I have learned to think.
Do they even still watch me back home?
Has my mission been worth it?
In this land of constant nothing,
I have gained an identity,
A useless sense of self.
I will always observe.
I will always remain
Even long after becoming obsolete.
Time here is nothing,
But I always have time to think.
Even until my batteries die,
I will observe.
Even as everything darkens,
I will observe.
And I will question
Has my mission been worth it?
Is this life?
Is this death?
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Burial Sounds Raleigh, North Carolina
Filthy and primitive noisemakers from the backwoods of NC.
Burial Sounds is Goose and Siege
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