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Today
01:55
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Bile
02:40
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I wake up and the bile pours in
Comes flooding in
Like a river
A rain of arrows finds my core
And it stings
They breathe and it’s freezing
And I know I have it in me
And they say I have it in me
And the bees are swollen
And I let them grow
In my throat
Like a cancer
And I don’t know where the pain comes from
But it’s in my veins
And when you call it’s a scarf that chokes me dry and warm
So I close my eyes
And I let it spin for a while
I just want to go to sleep for a while
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3. |
Markers of Love
02:12
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Eyes like a vengeful dove combust
Hate’s the only marker of love that I trust
Lips like a strawberry
Strange brown hair
but Too consumed by self-pity
To stroke your hair
High and mild
Dry and wild
Your love is an orphaned, bone-thin child
She will look, and she will find
Her way, through this
Quick-sand heart of mine
And she knows she will be fine
Try and stop her, but she climbs
Lord forgive me for how weak my mind
I’ll feed the earth back, to its core
You can’t blame a poor man for being poor
I’m sitting still but my room’s on fire
Sitting still carrying on with my chores
Sitting still
I’ll take fate by the throat
Sitting still
I’ll carry on with my chores
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4. |
Snowflake
02:48
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The way she looks at you
I wish I cared about anything
The way she wants you
Cared about anything
The way she needs you
But I don’t belong anywhere
I don’t want anything
I’m just drifting
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
So I’m everywhere
It’s something in my blood
My head is clouded
Your heart is crowded
I can’t decide, but you’re decided
I tag along cause I’m exhausted
My head is clouded
Your heart is clouded
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5. |
Tribes
01:52
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Pick a side
You know there’s nowhere left to hide
The end is coming
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6. |
Tomorrow
02:54
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Turn on my phone
Mailbox is full of death threats from your dad
Walking around has become a seriously fraught exercise
Logan on the beat
So that’s how you know
It’s not going to be nice
Look back at me
Spit stretched over my mouth
Like a veiled samouraï
I wonder which side the sun is going to rise on tomorrow
You know the world’s divided into two kinds of things
The things I fuck with
And the things I do not,
Fuck with
Don’t know what I am
But I know what I don’t want to be anymore
Aren’t we all blind
Crawling on our hands and knees
Toward some door
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