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Be not afraid
Salvation waits
Be not afraid
Sweat pools in a coffee cup
The heat seeps its way indoors
Outside her clothes stick to her skin
Like a clinging lover she can’t stand anymore
She wakes with a start most nights
Dry mouth, his voice still in her ears
Haunted by a guiding light
Whispers of a place far from here
There must be something wrong with her
Lurking just beneath the skin
Self-inflicted prophecy
She’s picking at her wounds again
Foul vines stretch their arms for miles
Covering the highways outside town
Swallowing the summer rains
Cyclical misunderstandings
Sip slow from a wishing well
Tiptoe when you walk through hell
If I could hear you
Why would you be asking?
Get low when the drums come in
Go home, peel off your skin
If I could hear you
Why would you be asking?
Yeah I just wanna feel like myself when I wear a t-shirt
Wanna feel like myself without putting on a skirt
Only like how I look when I’m drunk and I’m crying
Mascara running down, mycelium from my eyes
I can’t wait to feel like myself
I can’t wait to feel like me
There must be something wrong with her
Lurking just beneath the skin
Self-inflicted prophecy
She’s picking at her wounds again
Foul vines stretch their arms for miles
Covering the highways outside town
Swallowing the summer rains
Cyclical misunderstandings
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2. |
Heat Stroke
02:34
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Deacclimation
A heavy sense of enervation
Heat stroke hallucinations overtaking me
Halo of sweat
I am beset with His divine halation
September storms sweep through the dying dogwood trees
I don’t know if it’s real
I can’t tell you how I fucking feel
If it’s wrong I'm so fucking lost no big deal
Euphoric dreaming
Of the angel that I might become
Light and beauty cradled gently underwing
I live in hope and prayer
That I might bear that weightless freedom
Wait for a sign from somewhere just beyond my reach
I don’t know if it’s real
I can’t tell you how I fucking feel
If it’s wrong I'm so fucking lost no big deal
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Lethargic livestock in a field
Swallowed by swarms of summer flies
As the seasons change she will remain
Just waiting there to die
Rabid sheepdogs circle 'round
Hot wire fence keeps her inside
Resigned to naught, her silence fraught
She's sick of waiting for a sign
Summer malaise
Stuck in the deep South
One of these days
I'm gonna get out
Atticus will pray for me
He hopes I can be saved
I think we've known each other
Since 2008
Southerly extends her hand
But I don't want her help
How could she ever get me
When I don't get myself?
Summer malaise
Stuck in the deep South
One of these days
I'm gonna get out
Out of the cave
Fleeing the compound
Riddled with bullets
I'm lying face down
A man is burning brush on the other side of town
I hope the fire spreads and burns the farmland to the ground
I pray to god you shut up and talk about it
You bite the hand that would dare to feed you solace
No I don't get it, but I could try, I promise
Come on, be honest
(2, 3, 3)
Remember
When we
(Hey Cassie)
We were just learning our Psalms
Hands tied together with yarn
Oh did I do something wrong?
Or maybe it's just
Summer malaise
Stuck in the deep South
One of these days
I'm gonna get out
Out of the cave
Fleeing the compound
Riddled with bullets
I'm lying face down
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You were quiet when I met you
Hair was tucked behind your ear
Halo hid under your beanie
Wings had only just appeared
You were running when I met you
Thought I was the only one
Spent the Summer in a rainstorm
Spending Autumn in the sun
We broke down in Colorado
Ran your fingers through my hair
Sat for hours by the highway
Un the bitter Denver air
I lose focus, barely notice
Look to you to feel secure
Take my eyes off of the road and
Put the pedal to the floor
I want you more
I want you more
I can’t ignore
That I want you more
Hot summer storms
Soft petrichor
I can’t ignore
That I want you more
Flora fractures the pavement
Gentle fauna lying dead in the road
Lovesick deification
I want your beauty for my own
I want you more
I want you more
I can’t ignore
That I want you more
Hot summer storms
Soft petrichor
I can’t ignore
That I want you more
I need your flesh
I need your bones
Repent out west
I will atone
The kudzu blooms
Our love will grow
It will consume
He told me so
Give them water, give them sunlight
But the plants die anyway
On your windowsill, the leaves fall off
Perform a pirouette
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5. |
Vanishing Point
03:34
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What if it was all a fantasy?
Born from a fleeting euphoric daydream
How can I keep pushing myself on?
When the trauma’s too heavy to set to song?
You never liked it back in arkansas
Driving cross country in a beat up stolen car
Yeah you’re free now but I know that it’s hard
When the people who love you don’t know who you are
I want to know you
I want to love you Cassie
Will you love me too?
I’m so afraid of the hurt
(Torn up jeans, baggy shirt)
Waiting for the next humiliation
Always expecting the worst
(Convinced you’re touched by a curse)
But not for lack of a good fucking reason
I see you punish yourself
(Running from you)
I feel your absence in everything we do
I wish I knew how to help
(Dying kudzu)
Watching you vanish somewhere just beyond my view
I want to know you
I want to love you Cassie
Will you love me too?
I feel like a planet
Scared I’ll devour you whole
My only hope is the city
Pollution, purify my soul
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Photochemical
04:08
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Gentle light
Drifts through my fingers
Still I linger
Upon that which I lack
Heavy smog
Cutting contrast
Caustic stop bath
The emulsion fades to black
Her brilliance blacks me out
Casting shadows in the crowd
Overexposed
The mid-tones burn away
It’s inescapable
The photochemical
The crushing glow
That burns below the haze
Chemistry
Predetermined
Bitter black tongue
The dark swallows the light
Her beauty
Makes me uglier
Washed out city
Silhouetted against her light
Her brilliance blacks me out
Casting shadows in the crowd
Overexposed
The mid-tones burn away
It’s inescapable
The photochemical
The crushing glow
That burns below the haze
If it’s not these wretched wings
What could have made me so?
Reflections of pretty things
Pure as polluted snow
Angels entwined by fate
Mirrored pathology
So what’s wrong with me?
Her brilliance blacks me out
Casting shadows in the crowd
Overexposed
The mid-tones burn away
It’s inescapable
The photochemical
The crushing glow
That burns below the haze
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7. |
Apostatic Selection
05:58
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Polymorphic, apostatic, preyed upon beyond belief
My body buried in the fabric, camouflaged phylogeny
Sick of getting called a faggot with my friends out on the street
I need relief, I need to breath
Orphaned elephants in musth
Fleeing poachers, forced to evolve without their tusks
Twelve thousand pounds of fear and rage
In a tiny apartment on the east side of LA
Polymorphic, apostatic, preyed upon beyond belief
My body buried in the fabric, camouflaged phylogeny
Sick of getting called a faggot with my friends out on the street
I need relief, I need to breath
Taking comfort in a curse
Sacred lamb convinced her wool is matted fur
Angel’s flock, she’s gone astray
Worn out and sheepish, she forsakes her pious ways
Polymorphic, apostatic, preyed upon beyond belief
My body buried in the fabric, camouflaged phylogeny
Sick of getting called a faggot with my friends out on the street
I need relief, I need to breath
Polymorphic, apostatic, preyed upon beyond belief
My body buried in the fabric, camouflaged phylogeny
Sick of getting called a faggot with my friends out on the street
I need relief, I need to breath
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Shadow Puppets
03:15
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You swear that you’re in love with me
But my silhouette is all that you can see
After i’ve sung my song, that you found so pretty
Still can’t own up to falling for a tranny
I can’t stand the way you tried to touch me
But even worse was what I knew you saw when you thought of me
Still I struggle to survive
I can’t say the same for you
Your distasteful puppet show of sympathy
Throws shadows on millennial gray walls
You’re pulling at my strings and waiting for applause
Suspended in your childish gaze I am just a paper doll
Spent so long running away
From the ones who love me
I fell into your crooked grasp
I just wanted someone to meet me where I am today
I guess I know the world’s answer to that
Reeling from the flash of a double barrel shotgun
(Hot Los Angeles sun)
Afterimage burned into my brain
(Feel the ash and the flame)
I want to see the sky (Want to see the sky)
Feel the breeze across my skin (Breeze across my skin)
But I’m frozen in a single static frame
I step outside to clear my head
Running through every single thing I wish I’d said
I think my fears were always right
Maybe i’m not cut out to live inside the spotlight
I can’t stand the way you looked me up and down
Another bullet in the list of reasons why I’ll leave this town
Still I struggle to survive
I can’t say the same for you
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9. |
Transangelicism
01:35
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Apostatic daze, shadows of my doubt
Feathers cast in gray, you say I black you out
I long to worship at your feet
But you turned your angel eyes on me
Fixed in your gaze, my perfect halo on display
Terrified of what you’ll say
Sleepless and opaque, you think you own the night
Still I hold your weight, it makes my body light
Do i share the blame for this?
The stars are watching as we kiss
Intertwined in the abyss
I am eclipsed
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Go on girl give me nothing
Falling ill time and time again
Suffocate from the rooftop
Fall off
Pretend
Cacophonous whispers
Ugly words, prettier than me
My saccharine sisters
Give me
Nothing
Be gone vile insect
Or rather, stay, that I may trample you to dust
You reproach me with your creation
Be not afraid
A trillion faces
Fluid shape
Unknowable
Be not afraid
Their thoughts consume me
Salvation waits
Be not afraid
Epidermal incision
Something lurks underneath her flesh
Sew the cut up with ribbon
Lab work
Blood test
Impossible schema
Facial features begin to glitch
Geometry fractured
Something
Eldritch
Seeing double in a sex tape
She's doing everything that makes me wrong
Tread quietly in our space
Come on girl just play along
Tie the ribbons on your old dress
Into shapes we can understand
My avatar moderated
Craft a personhood to our demands
Be not afraid
A trillion faces
Fluid shape
Unknowable
Be not afraid
Their thoughts consume me
Salvation waits
Be not afraid
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11. |
Saturn Devouring Her Son
04:35
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Something
Polluting my heart with jealousy
Angel of love, why can’t you see?
Why did you have to change?
You’ve left me all alone
Zophie
Fall into beauty’s rot, the kudzu burns
I just sit there and watch, smoke on the breeze
I loved you when you were a freak
Dazzled by the sight of me
Here so soon, self imposed apocalypse
Hide the moon, hide the stars before we kiss
Taste so sweet drinking from the blood of lamb
If I can’t be you then nobody can
Blood coagulates fetal figure infirm
Gentle incubate cursed to a premature birth
Wait for the phlegm and flesh coalesce
All gross and featherless and frail
Dark dream
Feel my nails in your skin
Muffled screams, I hear music again
I won’t be your angel or your man
If i can’t be you then nobody can
Here so soon, self imposed apocalypse
Hide the moon, hide the stars before we kiss
Taste so sweet drinking from the blood of lamb
If I can’t be you then nobody can
If I can’t be you then nobody can
If I can’t be you then nobody can
If I can’t be you then nobody can
The monster is gross and the plot goes like this: for fifteen minutes you’re introduced to the characters and you think “I fucking hate these yuppies, I wish a monster would kill them.” Then, for an hour and fifteen minutes the monster takes it time. Killing them .
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12. |
Snow Angels
04:03
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When I said it was dark out, I wasn’t lying
Head full of storm clouds, I can’t stop crying
I wish that I knew how to find the silver lining in this
Now I’m passing by places I knew in a past life
Full hemostasis I’m frozen in headlights
CDs in the glovebox but they always seem to skip
Loblolly needles stitch simple and homespun
Ragged and feeble, a prodigal failson
Foot to the treadle, bear witness as the spool of fate spins
A quilt made alone, made with lace, made with languor
Carefully sewn in her home, safe from danger
Soft as the snow but the comfort is cold as the wind
My things won’t fit on the desk
My clothes just stick out of the drawers
My body sits in a bedroom
That isn’t mine anymore
Fuck I think I’m forgetting what summer felt like
Seraph snow angels in dying daylight
I wish that I knew how to find my way back home
But I’m lost in the snow
My things won’t fit on the desk
My clothes just stick out of the drawers
I think I’m trapped in a body
That isn’t mine anymore
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Slumber on a bed of Kudzu leaves
Waiting for her wings to set her free
Vines ensnare her wrists and bind her feet
Tangled in a euphoric daydream
As saturn doth return, he’s born anew
Walking once again in his old room
Floral paper peeling at the seams
Static snow and spectral frequencies
Angel
Falling with the summer rain Beautiful
Hidden face
Blood and feathers blanketing his sheets
Scapulary sores replace his wings
Safe inside to stitch and suture wounds
Endless sterile winter afternoon
Texaco beneath the overpass
Backwards messages through foggy glass
Close the freezer door from the inside
Better not to live than live and die
Angel
Falling with the summer rain
Beautiful
Hidden face
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