1. |
Deprivation Chamber
04:34
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I’m stuck. I’m living second death
I’m begging for an end,
to feel a slight resolution
bound by will of my intent to vomit piss and shit
critics crawl out by the dozens
unqualified expertise to speak
to speak honestly and attempt to form a unique opinion
you bury
we build
10,000 hours has yet to make me
master of skill
i’m hoping for applause, instead
it’s just a gun against my head
manufactured opinions
they’re always for sale
agree, don’t read
you’re fine, like printed details while
you bury
we build
10,000 hours has yet to make you
master of skill
i’m hoping for applause
instead, I know that you misunderstand
You bury
We build
cast shadows on the throne
contrary until the price matches the cost of youth
no reference, no frame
no blueprint necessary
just more of the same
our monument goes up in flames
deprive yourself of all impressions
and rid yourself of your depression
deprive...
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2. |
Former Self Portrait
03:35
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Someone got lost
taking a bad dose again
I wasn’t there
I don't know how it happened
but i’m certain that this life isn’t for me
i need something in between
give me something in between
glass and paper
the lighters spark
say you drop the needle
and you choose to go and get high
I’m at a loss
repressing old issues and files
i’ll spare some change to change my perspective
now I’m somewhere in between
give me something in between
canvas and dagger
I’ll leave a mark
paint me as a failure, as a work of art
canvas and dagger
i’m tracking marks
line it up and overdose in the dark
I just thought you could benefit from information
this world doesn’t care for another junkie’s gut to fill
reality does not bring joy
I’m coping with the things i can’t avoid
can’t get clean
dance with me
spin in grief
until we are set free
spinning freely
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3. |
Tabloid Obituaries
04:04
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Long winded
I dredge through the debauchery
cancer second hand from ugly crowds
the plumes of smoke and the debris
i see the paths of ascension
but i have been conditioned to see
the paths not intended for me
stick your neck out and spread your name
can’t deal. just hang your head in shame
into the guillotine
this path
not intended for me
write me out of a false history
i am headed to the grave for an afterlife of infamy
canonized in misery
I did not deserve the unrelenting stream of slander rolling off the tongue of propaganda fiends
the spin of earthly rotation will void me of indecency and leave my name where it was meant to be
strange times, misunderstood in this life
forgotten / obscured
no control how the author will remember me
I’m canonized in sympathy
have mercy on my soul
I’d rather be forgotten
but somethings I don’t control
in time you will forget my name
with time you can erase the
short hand of this passive life of dread
remember
they’ll love you when you’re dead.
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