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Diamonized
04:27
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They put our lovers into space,
Where bright minds will radiate,
And turn into solid gold,
Or become diamonized
If they see the sun rise free from
the thespian rule of earth.
Earth, home to sky bound growth.
And dawn divides. Night, day, eat, sleep.
Cannot breathe.
I hope you know that it'll take us back again.
Too soon.
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Rayleigh
03:49
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Boards up in the house of structure,
Where these words will surely never reach her.
Shame is seeping right on through them.
Unlike the light at your doors/windows awaiting refraction.
In the neighbourbood of her eyes gone are the photons once opportune.
They left six years ago,
When they scattered her brain,
With what they wanted her to do.
She would have to figure out,
What really gives the sky it's hue.
It's when this magic spills,
From the canvas to the textbook the song becomes contrived.
It's when this magic spills,
One might want to call it rain, it's just lies from the textbook,
the song's become contrived.
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Sundowning
05:25
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The shore screams to the sea.
There has to be something more.
What don’t I see?
Define horizon.
Well, whether the storm,
but I still don’t see.
Just please let me finish,
but the trees won’t agree.
This is your mindset that pulls you apart.
You won’t let me finish, you won’t let me start.
The tide is your pulse and you won’t let it breathe,
you won’t let it leave.
Advertise as the sun gives rise,
and rest when its set,
and rest when its set.
Nothing has a symmetry that pulls you apart.
The clouds have grown dark
beyond that line you draw for yourself.
The dawn lingers near,
what do you fear?
Kingdom came, and breached the gate.
Kingdom came, but it was too late.
The king was crowned,
as the sun went down.
The oak won’t sleep the ash won’t keep still.
The phoenix flew before the vultures could kill.
Advertise as the sun gives rise,
and rest when its set,
and rest when its set.
Nothing has a symmetry that pulls you apart.
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T.P.R.K.
05:08
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Magnolia, rest assured this night,
those lonely gulls will cast their anchors.
Hold no concern when they tuck us in,
there'll be no memories when we wake up
on the ocean floor.
We will grow apart.
We will become coral.
We will make for healthy fish for harvesting.
Mercury may just sink into space
and never return to the surface again.
Though it's not up to us it's on gravity's end.
And the land was all we ever had.
Painting lines on the field.
Here we are building graves for the athletes.
We'll shake hands cold and blue.
Here we are building graves for the athletes.
Our eyes will sting,
Here we are building graves for the athletes.
From the ash.
Here we are building graves for the athletes.
Out of sync.
It's something wrong without a trace of logic.
But there's nothing wrong with always trying to keep safe.
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Futurefold
02:39
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There’s this sin within syntax that only
jaws our jargon,
tongue-in-cheek, hide and seek
anatomy,
which we’ve built for ourselves.
For ourselves, solve ourselves, just with our jig saw too much.
But still didn’t see enough but you know
there’s rhetoric in the retina which can speak
for itself and teach the pupil to grow
.
And to know it needs to reap what it sows,
from every valley and every mountain.
And yes the stakes are so high, but still shake
hands
with the bottom line.
Tremble with tremors at a meet and greet
with both ends.
Everyone’s invited so
propose a toast, but how are you to drink?
With that tongue in your cheek?
You’re on the list, b
ut can’t come in until you’re figured out.
So out you go now, outside looking in.
We can see so crystal clear from in here
,
but for you and your fear you can just sit
and wait for your throat to untie itself
,
and your tongue to want to unveil itself,
and oh your retina’s how they seem so lost.
Cause the glass ain’t clean,
you can’t see, so the
pain in the window is that you can’t see
far enough, well enough, or just enough.
But we can’t help you from in here cause HEY
!
Before you go judging us, labeling us,
just know it's cause you cannot
seem to find
the desire, the will to speak your mind
.
And everyone is looking at you
to come on in
and to revel with us,
to level with us,
and the stakes and the
bottom line.
And goddamn it man just please,
j
ust bust that door down, please we’re all waiting.
Please to appease us, and to appeal you.
Your eyes, how sore they must be, and your hands
don’t adore the shakes they’ve never received,
from people they’re still yet to meet and greet,
who you’d say are just playing hide and seek.
You’re feet must be so tired from standing
on uneven ground in the outer cold.
You’re tongue must be so tired from hiding,
walking oral tightropes you craft yourself.
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