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Just feeling, peeling, squealing in my ears
that siren, stretched and echoed 'cross seven years
Just hugging, tugging, struggling, it comes loose
that fucking inkling, that selfish, hellish truth
held there, thread-bare
But it can only get so far
burned by the backseat of my car
and it can only get so far
until you say the words and your hands touch mine
and now you too are blind
Confessing, guessing, the blessing to which it's prone
distressing, likely to fall back on what's been shown
to be, mostly
Easy, telling, and otherwise to the point
these tendrils of worry, I swear, this will anoint
I swear, to God
But it can only get so far
until the backseat of my car splits in two
and it can only get so far
until the backseat of my car falls through
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Keep it grounded
safe and sound, and
barely broken
softly spoken
Like I'm mute
can't uproot
Something's coming
and erupting
getting louder
Debbie downer
Like (running across a pond of marbles)
I'm (stumbling into a drone hard to)
mute
Can't (stifle the obstacles keeping me)
up (tugging incessantly down on the)
root
God, this weight's collecting in my bones
sinking inward and making itself at home
each step is dug deeper until
I'm left to become a landfill
Always, every time I let it in and take its hold of me
I try to force it out my mouth
but words seem to clutter and repeat in an epistrophy
and they choke until my words run out
God, this weight's collecting in my bones
sinking inward and making itself at home
each step is dug deeper until
my bloated bones are full
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Java Chip
03:22
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Smothered in quilts
hooked down with weights
caught between drafts
flowing like straits
I'm pushing through
you're dressed in white
stripped, I turn on
the light
All the facades
and structures designed
presences firm
hazy outlines
I'm out in front
you're looking down
I try my best, but
you can't be found
Getting louder
Debbie downer
Throw it all off
'cause I want to see
split all the threads
of this reverie
I'm on the edge
you're dressed in white
I close my eyes, and
black, you're dyed
I'm on the edge
you're dressed in white
I close my eyes, and
black, you're
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I Don't Even Care, Man
02:23
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Dyed!
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Zepaton, Zepaton
06:07
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Zepaton, Zepaton
lonely orb, far beyond
Zepaton, Zepaton
blood is spilt on the lawn
Zepaton, Zepaton
frozen through, to the core
Zepaton, Zepaton
drug along, 'cross the floor
Zepaton, Zepaton
aperture to the mind
Zepaton, Zepaton
arm are held, reaching high
Zepaton, Zepaton
ossified atmosphere
Zepaton, Zepaton
gripping sight, growing clear
Zepaton, Zepaton
holy grail, abandoned hull
Zepaton, Zepaton
orbiting, atop your skull
Zepaton, Zepaton
nucleus, forgotten worlds
Zepaton, Zepaton
planted feet on wooden boards
Zepaton, Zepaton
floating in prismatic glare
Zepaton, Zepaton
clammy skin and desert air
Zepaton, Zepaton
pinnacle, humanity
Zepaton, Zepaton
it is you, and you are free
I couldn't say for certain but you wanted something different
something volatile and efferent, blistered
seeping through the seconds and diffusing through the minutes
something quick and painless, to the point and yet sinless, clean linens
something understood by every soul 'rapt in it
branching haplessly away from even our tenuous intentions
Until the only notions of interrelation, patient
grew similarly strained, and vacant
waking up in a crimson blanket cast
by burning embers singeing sweetly
cigarette smoke, neurosis, steeping
cycling through daily bouts of death and life repeating
And so I turned to rumination, inward dwelling, longing silently after countless prospects for the fire's quelling but longing then bent outwards, twist! And guided by desire's apparent pilot into an empty Pepsi liter, and an anxious backyard science
Into the whiskey-soaked desert my pilot led me, shrapnel and sentimental thoughts sporadically shelling, retelling passages of otherworld encounters, mysterious powers granted by fantasy, cannily capturing the fearfulness manhandling me
Black eye bruised, fingers stuck and glued, to our wooden booth I was plucked and moved, and carefully drawn in kaleidoscopic awe, by the piningly violent maw of Zepaton
Lingering high in the starlit sky, amid brewing clouds of scrying eyes, its intoxicating light and blinding size shed my blighted hide and bled me dry
My vessel then shone blue and in an infinite slew of cubes I ascended through every conception of "me" and "you" and past the farthest inklings of anything I flew
And the realm that I reached hung so freely, the culmination of a species' dreams - my body siezed, I ceased to breathe at Zepaton, it is you, and you are free
Cosecant astral glow, pinpoint the location
blue neon rectangles, aligned with lit purple
platonic pace will slow, adjust with cosmic pull
obliterate circles, slight universal flow
Corroded sunken bones, positioned at each zone
buried 'neath frozen shores, occasional blot spores
propelled with quantum ghosts, across all planes pierce tones
obscured by thick ozone, in orbit, space whales moan
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Scathing blue, it glows
Techno-cube, oh corroded throne
Caught in stellar throes
tethered to its abandoned home
Oh, Techno-cube, you're the answer
soon you'll be a but a reminder
of Zepaton's former glory
pleading, bargaining, imploring
Infiltrate, and purge
reverberate down the halls,
let them hear your dirge
Currents bend and surge
worming through panels that break
and burst outward
'cross the burdened Earth
Oh, Techno-cube, you're the answer
one conclusion that we can't forego
Zepaton, a cemetery
wrought with our regrets, sincerely
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Carved From
04:32
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Broken marvel, monument
weeping Thorazine, hunched and pent
All of the ways to lose your mind
to give up, to get lost
to feed into the fog
to sleep beneath the thaw
Carved from marble, carved from stone
carved from ice, carved from bone
Colorized phase, sine waves, aligned
blending through, crawling up
splintering, pulverized
our monuments may die
Its layers are melting
and its core is clean
but this mind reeks envy
and this heart is mean
Carved from debt
Carved from a picture book about how bears learned to care
or how Brother Berenstain learned to play fair
Over time, you forget
A monument to all the ways that we came undone
and stripped ourselves of how we had begun
and what we were first carved from
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Pending
04:34
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I'm sorry for most of the moments
when I didn't know what I was on about
talking to walls when I had to shout
Maybe next time I'll take it slower
maybe next time I can go without
you gave me the benefit of the doubt
Pending changes just came through
I'm not certain but I hope it's true
Lost in the haze of the summer
but born in the winter of Washington
another picture left uncolored in
Maybe I'm as good as I can be
maybe I lost my chance to begin
made myself impossible to forgive
Pending changes just came through
I'm not certain but I hope it's true
I hope it's true
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