1. |
Next Level Trophy
01:29
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EYES FLICKERING
CONDEMNED,
I AM NOT A WOMAN
A FOUNDATION
MAISON FEMME COLLAPSING
PINK COLLAR
I’M GRIPPING FLOWERS
SQUEEZING THE JUICE FROM THE SUN
UNTIL IT SPUTTERS
I AM NOT A WOMAN
HAUNTING THE BED
NIGHT-BLOOMING AMITY
PINK COLLAR
CHOKED ON SCORCHING RAIN
NECKLACE OF HANDS
FINGERS HOOKED AROUND THE
PINK COLLAR
CIRCLES AN EMPTY SKY
A BOUQUET FRIED AND CRACKLING ABOVE THE BED I NEVER SLEEP IN ANYMORE
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2. |
Sunchoke
01:06
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I DON’T WANT PAIN
I CRAVE SEVERITY
STEEL PYRES EXPANDING
CABLES CRANING TOWARD THE SKY
NO ROOM LEFT FOR ORGANIC FLESH
NEEDLES RADIATE
LIKE A CROWN
WIRING HANDS, RADIANT
EXPUNGE EARTH’S FEATURES
ITS HISTORY
COWERS NEATH ROPING METAL
STABBING UP, UP
INFERNAL SUPERCITY
IVE BUILT MYSELF
INTO ISOLATION
LICKING FLAMES OF STEEL
RAZIEL WRAPPED IN CHROME
ANGELS SEALED
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3. |
Branch
01:19
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I TOOK YOUR PICTURE
BEFORE BECOMING GONE
THE IMAGE SLICK
LIKE FLUID BETWEEN JOINTS
BEHIND THE BRUISING SUNSET
WHERE A FLAT BLUE SKY SITS
ON A DIFFERENT CITY
AND ANOTHER THREE-PRONGED BUILDING
BENDS TO ANOTHER SUN
ANOTHER AGAIN
BEHIND THE SUNSET
I DESPISE ITS DISTANCE
A PINK WALL
AND YOU HIDING ON THAT OTHER SIDE
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4. |
Beach
02:44
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GREEN THAT RESTS
RESPITE UNDER WEEPING BREASTS
CROWFLOWERS
ON MY EYES
GREEN THAT RESTS
PEACE UNDER BRANCHES
GOLDEN WILLOWS SHY
GREEN THAT RESTS
PERMANENTLY UNSTABLE
MEN
WILL DROWN
GREEN COATS
THE SILENCE
OF EARS UNDERWATER
AND EYES TO
THE SKY
STREAM FLOATS ABOVE THE WALKWAY
ASPIRATIONS GREATER THAN THE TIDES
WILL LIFE SUSTAIN DOES ANYTHING HOLD ITS MOMENTUM
OPHELIA’S RIVER THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES
THEY'LL EITHER LEAVE OR DIE
IT’S BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE JOINED HANDS IN BUSINESS
THE COUNTRY WILL OUTSPRINT THE CITY
INDUSTRY
VINES AND PLUMPS THE CORE
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5. |
Katabasis
03:04
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THE PULSE DEAFENS
SPIDERWEBS AT HER FEET
FUTILE
SELFISH DESIRE
PLEADING THE GHOSTS
THE GODS DECEASED
THE SALINE POP ON OUR TEETH
FLUTTERS ASHEN AWAY
WHAT CAN BE SHARED
ACROSS PLAINS
WHAT IS LEFT
WHO CAN WE ENTERTAIN
A SONG FOR GHOSTS WILL NEVER BE AS TUNED
AS THE ONES I WROTE WITH YOU
I LOOKED ABOVE THE TREELINE THEN DOWN, THE BRANCHES ON EITHER SIDE CLOSING IN
I LOOKED ACROSS THE SHORELINE
DOWN TO MY FEET
DRIVING EAST
THE SALINE
POPS ON MY
TONGUE TEETH REMAIN
THEY CRASH AND SHAKE THE EARTH
PLEASE PLAY YOUR SONG AGAIN
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6. |
Sunburst
04:37
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BENEATH THE FAGOTS TOMB
A PERFECT PLACE TO LIE
ONE FLOOR UP
ANOTHER LIFE
INCINERATED IN STONE
GENTLE IMPACT
SWEPT BACK
DROWN IN WATER
DROWN IN SHAME
DROWN IN WATER
DROWN IN SHADE
I COULD SWIM WITH YOU FOR YEARS
IN 3 YEARS TIME
I RETURN
EVEN MORE
AN INTERLOPER
DOING A FAVOR FOR A FALSE FRIEND
THIS WOLF WRINKLING ITS GUMS OVER CLENCHED TEETH
AT THE ROSEVILLE FAIR
I COULD HAVE SWUNG WITH YOU FOR HOURS
LIFT ME OFF MY FEET
AS FINGERS OF CENTRIFUGE TRY TO PULL US APART
THE PACE ACCELERATES
WEAVING IN BETWEEN THESE FACES
I WILL ALWAYS RETURN TO YOURS
AND WHEN I’M HOME
SPIN ONCE MORE
BUT WHEN THE SPEED BECOMES TOO GREAT
WHEN THE TEMPO OVERWHELMS US
HANDS OF INEVITABLE FORCE RETURN
FINGERS STROKING MY ANKLE AND BEGINNING TO LOCK
TO FLEX AND RETRACT
REND THE NIGHT IN ECSTASY
CALLING THE RIP IN TIME
MY FINAL GLANCE WHEN YOU RECEDE IS NOT ENOUGH
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7. |
Gate
04:18
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THE AIR STILL CUTS AT 7
MOUNTAIN HOLDS THE CHILL
THE MEN IN MY FAMILY BRAMBLE
SCRABBLE AT THE EDGE OF THE YARD
PRICKING A THORN, PLUCKING THE BERRIES
STAMPING DOWN THE STEMS
FILLING UP THE BASKET
DRUPELETS PILING ON
IT STILL KILLS ME WHEN FATHERS CRY
THE SWING TOWARDS ABJECTION
VOICE CRACKING SPASMING FOLDS
MAYBE ITS BECAUSE THEY DO IT LESS
BECAUSE ITS UNFAMILIAR
OUR FACES STRETCH SO MUCH
WHEN WE CANT CONTROL THEM
SAME FIELDED HOUSE
SURROUNDED WITH FROST
UPSTAIRS WAIT IT OUT,
SWIM THROUGH THE LOSS
‘BUT I DON’T LOVE HIM FATHER’
AND I WON’T.
I COULD HAVE BEEN ONE
AND NOW I WONT BE
GRIEF MOLDING MY FACE
INCISIONS THROUGH MY CHEEKS
SCRAPING OFF WHAT SHOULDN’T GROW
STOLID IN NEW REPOSE
I COULD HAVE BEEN ONE
AND NOW I WONT BE
WOULD I SEE A DIFFERENT OLDER ME
CRACKING, SYMPATHY FLOWERS
IF YOU GAVE HER A TIME MACHINE
WOULD SHE SET THE YOUNGER SELF ON HER CURRENT PATH
MAYBE I WOULD FIND
I’D BEEN PRECEDED BY AN ELDER
AWARE OF THE FUTILITY
AT THE ALCHEMIST’S GATE
ALLOW THE ROWS OF PAIN TO FLOWER AND BLOOM,
DIE AND BE BORN AGAIN
IF YOU GAVE HER A TIME MACHINE
WOULD SHE SET THE WORLD ITSELF ON A DIFFERENT PATH
MAYBE I WOULD FIND
I’D BEEN PRECEDED BY AN ELDER
AWARE OF THE FUTILITY
AT THE ALCHEMIST’S GATE
ALLOW THE ROWS OF PAIN
TO BLOOM
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8. |
Grid
02:09
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THIS. IS. WHERE. WE DESERVE TO MEET
ANOTHER GRAYING YEAR
A GRID SURPASSING ITSELF
IN UNCONSCIONABLE GROWTH
THE DISDAIN FOR HERE AND THERE
BOTH WILL ULTIMATELY DISAPPOINT
AS WILL YOU AS YOU GROW CLOSE
TO ANYONE YOU KNOW
AN AMUSING ANECDOTE FOR GUESTS
ANOTHER STEP
ANOTHER NOTCH BENEATH MY BELT
TITANS OF INDUSTRY
BIRTHING MOUNTAINS OF BEAUTY
WHEN I SEE MYSELF IN DAYLIGHT
TO SEE IN PLAIN RELIEF
HOW FAR I’D HOPED TO COME
AND HOW FAR I’VE FALLEN SHORT
TO SEE THE WARRING SKYLINES
LOOMING NO REMORSE
THIS TIME NEXT FEBRUARY
I’LL BE JUST AS COLD
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9. |
Nekyia
02:54
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UNHOOK MY BONES
AND WITH YOUR KNOTTY FINGER PULL ME BACK
A FAMILIAR WREST AGAIN
DISARMAMENT
WILL NOT BE SERENE
RETURN X 3 RETURN TO ME
GRID GATE SUN NOISE
I HAVE BEEN SHIFTING (MOTIONLESS, SHIFTING)
THE OCEAN WILL UNFOLD (SHIFTING)
BENEATH THE SKIN OF CLOUDS (ASCEND)
DRIFT (COAX, I UNFOLD)
SCRY
THE VESTIGIAL EARTH
THE ADVANCE OF DAY THE STING OF SWEAT
ROADS GASH THE PLAIN
RAILS CLOVE THE SHORE
SINEWS OF HEART BEATEN
THRU LAYERS OF DUST
1000 HORSES POUNDING
RUST AND SUN
SINEWS OF MY HEART
BRISTLE
WHAT WILL A UNION BRING
MOTION CARRIED TO ACTION
ACTION INTO PRODUCTION
THE GRID THE GATE
THE SUN ITS NOISE
PINK COLLAR AROUND
AN EMPTY SKY
THE GRID EXPANDS THRU THE SINEWS OF MY BROKEN HEART
THE SUN RUNNING DRY
ONE THOUSAND HORSES BEATING
PERFECTION
DREAM BABY,
SINK
MY BLUE SUNRISE
TAKES THE SKY
SINK INTO THE PINK NOISE
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10. |
Pink Noise
02:32
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THEY NEED US, AND THEY DESPISE US
THEY LOVE US, THEY THRIVE ON US
LOST SCAVENGERS
FRENZIED CONSUMPTION
NIGHT-TIDE
FLOODS THE SENSES
AND HE WANTS ONE
HE WANTS TO SQUEEZE ONE
FOR ITS TRESPASS
SQUEEZE THE LIFE
OUT YOUR SEED DISAPPEAR WITH ME
SO COMFORTABLE
IN PRIVATE
IN A PRIVATE BEDROOM
LOCKED ON
A SCREEN
OR IN THIS VICELIKE GRIP
MURK DESIRE
CROSSED WITH VIOLENCE
SCRUBBING YOUR SKIN
CLEAN
DOUSING THIS FLAME
WHEN YOU MEET YOUR LANTERN IN DAYLIGHT
WHO WILL GUIDE YOU
THE SUN IS OUT,
AND EVERYONE CAN SEE
WHO’D STILL WALK BESIDE ME
LET IT BREAK UPON THE GROUND
OH WHAT A CALMING SOUND
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