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I become an idiot child
Left in an idiot fire
Indifferent eyes like sharks and crabs
I return to the ether lung
That blows black air through their cries
Nowhere yet everywhere
I become an idiot child
Left in an idiot's fire
Unconcerned eyes like a cosmic mother
I return to the ether lung
That blows black air through their cries
I'll never wake up again
Never wake up again
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Voids
07:53
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Two coins for the ambulance mouth
The ventilator sings a hollow song
I'd wait at the burning gates
But I wait at your side
My body dissolves as I watch and dissolve
Goddamn the bland days
We spent like flies
In a hazy loop of June
But the fields
All ache with frost
So drift into your void
And I'll sink into mine
This bed's too small for two
Like the one at your parents' place
Now you're too small too
I'm afraid if I keep looking for too long your body will break
But I want your face to be the last thing I see
Goddamn the bland days
We spent like flies
In a hazy loop of June
But the fields
All ache with frost
So drift into your void
Goddamn the tired nights
Rife with life
Beneath the sharp black
We lived
But now it's time
Spin off into your void
And I'll sink into mine
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An Unwilling Spectator
05:23
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At home
Naked
Sleepless
Silent
Cradle stirs
No baby
I have no
No baby
Got no cradle
But something screams
I have no child
But it wants to eat
It chewed through the bars
Sucked the face off me
Now I think it wants my identity
I need to run away but my legs are all gone
I need to phone the police but my fingers are gone
In the mirror I'm not there
In the mirror I'm not there
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Every Color All at Once
07:37
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What the devil do you mean to sing to me, priest?
Oh-oh
What the devil do you mean?
You're out of
You're out of tune
Oh-oh
Tomorrow at sunrise
I won't be here
I don’t want the doctor’s death
Oh-oh
I want to have my own freedom
My own freedom
I want to get in the movies one way or another
At fifty you've got the face that you deserve
That you de-
That you deserve
Oh-oh
A certain butterfly is on the wing
A dying man can do nothing easy
Can't do it
Can't do it easy
Oh-oh
A dying man can do nothing easy
I must go in for the fog is rising
Oh wow oh wow oh wow
I'm bored with it all
But I can hear the music all around me
I must go in for the fog is rising
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