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Intro (For Julia)
01:21
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Descent
01:35
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Love everlasting like the burn when you're fasting. Trying to be chaste but it's hard to move past all the useless passions that a man is cast in, the acts and stages that reacts to changes. The fact is fame is just a passive agent in a painless death, so get your game correct. My inhumane breath always aimed at necks, I been shameless and already came and went. She followed me and soon made the same descent. Sometimes it's best to be ignorant, not knowing that the world is a figment rigged with the traps and snares of a captive stare. Only waste time seeing what's actually there. And if you still care to share my air, I'll be chilling in the back like a spare. So prepared to fare well when the tides are rough. I be the odd man out trying to even up. Ease up on the evil stuff and do better. Now I'm living good with the Cobain sweater. There's room to improve if I'm willing to move. You just don't know all I'm willing to do. My sacrifice, but it's not my creed. I flipped my desires into your needs and put out your fires with the force of seas. Face up, tears dripping in your ears, listen to the truth and the hate and the fear; above that, love, which shouts to drown out all other sounds that would keep you down and come around.
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3. |
House Of David
02:53
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Our statuesque embrace crumbles both of us.
What is left undone, cast in sharper stone.
Bright along the outer edges
and inside timelessly destroyed.
You believe in strength;
a monument to moments;
a porous kind of endless.
It's harder than it seems.
Take inches off the face
scratching at perfection.
Idealizing truth.
Artless reality.
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My Lai
02:11
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Easing through these fever dreams, you know what it means to me. Squeezing on the scene at 3:06 with an aim to please. This is not no game to me, I'm basically the world's greatest hater with a graceful steeze; I can get you what you need. High as Machu Picchu, can't reach you because your arms will freeze. I'm just trying to get free,
people do you feel me? Like an early autumn breeze I'm chilling where I ought to be. Spit some bullshit, but underneath the real inaudibly leaks from the drums. I'm under the tongues of all who never speak of me. I won it all repeatedly then came in second place to personify humility. I'm guilty of being me. There's no chance of seeing me. I'm under the radar, crazy like AWOL, you say you play hard ball but that reeks of all talk. I'm hella busy like a car park. Fuck around with me after dark and I might look like Twilight. I'm
living the high life, like miller no highlights; leave you high and dry like the laundry on my line. I am the dead son, the truth becomes My Lai. Why even try, dawg? I fathered your whole grind. I do this like old
times updated for right now. RIP River Phoenix, I look up from a height down. Oh I think they like me because I fake I like them; contradict write on black paper with a white pen.
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He Who Is Not Will Not
04:23
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I regret the blood I've spent
keeping mind from spurring hand,
taking action at its word.
I hope 'til there's nothing left.
I have made a bruise of aim,
lining up to never strike,
pulling back to never swing.
I am the pose I became.
I freeze in the lost intent,
forgetting to remember;
recalling again too late,
I wait years to not relent.
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Wolf-Biter
02:35
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I came to work with blood on my shirt and sat around looking at the phone not calling anyone but wishing to tell the world my secrets and your secrets even if they're old, even if they've already been told. I don't think I'm thinking clearly. My hope got in the way. I'm dreaming all the time of waking up and facing and them.
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J Alfred Prufrock Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
contact: cruelestapril@gmail.com
***I have no formal relation to Thomas Stearns***
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