1. |
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Empty she lies
Inside the display
Left here its covert
In slivers that sear
Kept still I stayed
At the glass case she tells me
Something else
Besides
Death at play
Skin cold with the mice teeth
Left taut on the deaths head
It sees me the witness
To all the cul de sac
I stayed
Like a gore to myself
I laughed
Wouldn't I see lament
Wouldn't you learn to call
Wouldn't I see a face
Maybe I'll hold out
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2. |
Irma vep
02:30
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Tear in me later
Cut me with yourself
Sink into me lover
Lay me down
Enter freely
Disdain me
Death metals to my lips
As she surrenders me
Watching her smile
As she climbs through the windowsill
With her, her scent leaves
And flys with the wind
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3. |
Clytie
02:44
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I sigh, with your look in my eye
And my knees sing, a heavy feeling
When the grass screams for the morning dew
Tonight i'll try and hold my goodbyes
But Annie's mouth looks so moldy
I hope she cuts it off soon
While they watched all the same
I recited all I know
But I cant tell no more
So I left out through the door
Their faces flushed and pulled
As I ran off in the night
Then the rain struck skin in folds
Whilst the knob pierced me cold
Their countenance feels so incessant
I feel me longing for glances
I think I see something old
The twine feels itchy to my feel
As rain water spills through the floor cracks
But i do it all to pleasure you
But on the water I saw
Their prayers luck of me
I sank down distraught
As I left out that night
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4. |
Sunder
02:36
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She puts out her light
Deep in our sheets
The rooms stale with light
With the dust that spins
But in my heart ached sighs
Bliss it seems
And again I feel like shame
And again I feel the same
And again I feel like shame
So I like the bruises I find
Safe for till senile
Warm like your breath
Hands of the preacher
Sworn like the priest
Accuse me a sinner
For sunder
And again I feel like shame
And again I feel the same
And again I feel like shame
So I like the bruises I find
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