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The Premiere!
05:48
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(My fear knows no bounds.
The bandages cover the floor of your throat.
Before the fire started to burn up, I wasn’t in a hurry to move her or anything at all.
I just let the god finish it.
Well, this must be quiet)
Living the rest of their lives with nonsense on their knuckles
makes it easier to think; to sit down slowly
feel the rip of my twisted hand between your frame
I strap my face on every day, makes it safe to breathe easily
Taking time out of the day to draw gibberish on my gums
speaking without thinking; leaping to your side
looking down at claws, my feet will keep me sane
Wild eyes corner me, lock me inside out and swallow the key
Snowglobe glistening, blather on the blinds
Walking through the snow; cuckoo clocks will keep the time
brain is chiming every hour, popping through your spine
Metal fist beneath my eyes, steel teeth rusted, clock ticks nine
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Veil/Chapel
04:38
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I see you in the cemetery
I watch you disappear
Counting all the gravestones
Do you know that I am near?
Your footprints led me through a maze of wire and snow
If I pocketed your sun, would you ever know?
I found you skin and bone
Beneath the trees I've grown
I took you to the haunted house
To keep you from my home
And as you're getting cold
Your skeleton grows old
And when the church bells ring
The bird will never sing
Abandoned in a box
Made of sticks and rocks
Wheeled into the waiting room
Sit idle by the clock
Stitches split your skin
The shapes they draw are thin
The nurses gather 'round
To hear your sacred sound
The hole I dug for you
Is wide enough for two
You're buried by my mother's house
Beside the morning dew
Your coffin's made of bolts
You haven't got a clue
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3. |
Window sees*
03:22
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The window sees me dressed in black
The leaves gave me a heart attack
The window knows what’s bad for me
It’s only what the window sees
Catch me in the snow
How far down can I go?
Finding life beyond your sail
Who will be there when fences fail?
I know you know what’s calling me
It’s only what the window sees
When the flame burned through
It only grew
I cast your shadow but nobody was looking
You fall away so easily
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WAKE
04:49
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Woolen whiskers
fuzzy mittens
foggy glasses
neck is bitten
paint-stained fingers
tired iris
paper puppets
safe desires
I would hang up your raincoat
I could stay by your bedside
just to fight off your nightmares
Trains and busses
boats and airplanes
mountain fire
bike in the rain
heated blanket
summer solstice
duck pond bathtub
clenches his fist
I would watch through the glass
I would stay by your window
who will cast you a shadow?
Making breakfast
turning pages
close the shutters
leather cases
snowy footprints
chirping chorus
whispers to the
silent forest
I would cross all the railroads
I could keep all your chairs warm
just to hear you again
Mother, sister
sons and daughters
she runs faster
through the water
tossing, turning
tracing, dreaming
eyeless faces
wake up screaming
And I would give you my teapot
I would iron your nightgown
just to make sure you get home
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how to build a Boat
02:12
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When the sun comes down, all goes still around us
Shudder as the cold builds its weight around us
Full of cotton, your heavy head rests on my neck
Cantelope, it peels, full, unfettered, no regret
Frenzy during mass, bombs all drop around us
Scribbling it down, ignorant and dumbstruck
Seven beating hearts, clamoring out for god
i will be your boat, i will be your shepherd
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I'm a machine
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7. |
Yr maw
05:16
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Now that i have trapped you
Deep inside my lair
All my feelings bubble
Bursting in the air
I know that i am broken
Mangled beyond repair
My puzzle pieces scrambled
In a body who never cared
Creeping in your closet
Tiptoes through the night
Footfalls in the snowstorm
Coating construction sites
Tapping on your window
Ripping through the screen
Duck into your kitchen
And the lights uncovered me
Smothered me with blankets
Suffocating heat
Sweating out your illness
You injected into me
Adhesive bound me tightly
My joints all dissonant
Puzzle pieces broken
Resentment the culprit
Now that your party’s over
I slink past you despite
Our intertwining passion
Maybe its just to spite
All that you have worked for
To present me to the world
Intact and full of malice
hatred that unfurled
Fumbling for buttons
Clambering for keys
Rushing through the window
You snuck me in for sleep
Running down the alley
Beneath sweltering beams
That now shatter in the cold air
Nobody heard the screams
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Your welded head
Is burning red
You turn away
From what i said
In sheets of snow
And beds of ice
The silent rain
Becomes your vice
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9. |
See the avalanche
02:42
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Standing in the rain
Nothing there beside him
Pouring out the gutters
Nothing there to guide him
I'm watching through the glass
Fogging up the windows
He hasn't moved an inch
Laying in the shallow
And he will never
Hear the birds again
The beat of noisy wings
Coming from above him
Carries him away
From the rubble that becomes him
I'm watching through the glass
Clawing at the windows
And as he falls apart
His pieces land in the snow
And he will never
Swim the roaring seas
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A birdcage
03:42
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A million miles below me
Between your bedroom door
You’re standing on the table
I'm sleeping on the floor
I know the world is waiting
For some kind of reply
Something to go home to
The days just pass me by
Your hand is so much safer
Than all I felt before
But you're so far away now
And this avalanche is sure
I know you're full of organs
But my hands are black and blue
You're swimming in my circuits
You're sitting in my shoes
Why don't you get the door
Why don't you crack me open
I know you wont be lonely
I know your grave is empty
I know you're watching closely
I know your house is burning
I know your wake is coming
I know its not your fault
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