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I'm Fixing It
02:40
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Stop asking
I don't want it at all
leave it
Leaving, falling, they're falling
the leaves are falling
in the Spring
take your red & yellow
while I bask
in the glory
of the sparkling waters
who shine
and cleanse it all
break the fall
Leaving with no one,
no one hears the call
not here
people only leave
but the leaves
cracking on the ground…
do you hear the sound?
the sound of me falling
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Lines drawn along my face, silently speaking views so offensive
only hold what is tangible, the ideas float away
Amorality's last call leaves a lonely drowning
Growth breathes like fire
What is this colour I am hearing?
Peddle your ideas, it's the decay de-evolving, what is this creature?
So numb, it dilutes the influence because the colour is malleable
Self interested lies doubt manipulates consequence
What is this colour we feel in our hearts,
as we lie to ourselves?
Dark matter controls the world.
if we lose ourselves can we keep from getting hurt?
Burning, I always thought i was underwater.
How can i create, while constantly destroying?
The answer is always a question.
My eyes are the only truth, I see nothing.
Relieve the senses, resolution is flawed.
Alleviate the burden, objectify emotions.
Tell me finally: what is this colour?
can my indemnity really save me?
I cannot see
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3. |
Burn Off Your Skin
01:39
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Malevolent demon
Hollow eyes
Wicked form
Frail mind
Denial's your prison
so hide away
Veil aggression
Leech souls to stay
Acting in fear
Abstract control
You will never
Regain your soul
Burn off your skin
your facade is pathetic
burn off your lies
for your mind was invented
burn off your skin!
Evil will always
look for more
forms of torment
I abhor
Defacing trust & morals
weaponizing attraction
you will curse yourself
with corrupted action
Face yourself for what you've done!
You know what you are
Though you lie to your reflection
All the denial still can't hinder
The path to your extinction
To think i could trust you
when all i needed was a friend
After all you did to me
I will personally
Burn off your skin!
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4. |
Searching for Myths
03:58
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There is no understanding between need & desires…
Wandering through this endless labyrinth, I can see every single framed memory and pathways of those that could have been. In this network of timelines I look through at what to me are merely dreams fading away through time & space.
Reality is flawed, abhor the existence. Rhetoric linguistics, represent the downfall, myths & legends hold the symbols, giving slight answers, but can never end the search.
Decisions, mindless actions, leaving the past, trapped in my own illusion killing me. Desires create a personal journey, with the appeal of risk creating legends. Contradicting functions of living smash the mirror. Dissociation through waking dreams leaves no answers, bedeviling my way.
Through mountains & frozen streams I walk on ice and endless dreams. The desire persists, I cannot resist, the feelings are there; my steps keep getting faster and wider through the path as I check everywhere searching this complicated solution of delusion, but you can't satisfy the hunger of the soul; you can't reach and grab what can't be owned.
Lost value functions to find justice for false memories, my idealism might be my own self destruction. Chasing through time, the ghosts are raving; feeling mind works I will know, so I will dare the laws of spirit, & transmute my fears into philosophies.
Floating, running, simultaneous motion feeling our feet bleed, and getting tired of these marches, but the arches of Bostonia say otherwise, and so sleep deprived we follow the candle light. Letting go of lost language these abbreviations opening wide to sights foretold, unignored, you must believe the lore. Oh, how I adore the belief that in this existence there is something more.
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Cursed
05:37
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Relative concourse enters flow and resonation releasing reactions to enclaves touching and letting go. Long lasting, lingering language listing the leasers leaving; caverns shifting around me where I'm going keeps changing, the world morphs around me, the city streets turn into cliffs & caves; this blindness sinks in, shadows encroaching on the horizon, I'm searching for a place to stay.
My metal hands crave to grab a fist full of water or bottle the fog, to dilute and protect from the disregards of others, diminishing and dissolving interactions. Do you know this curse we are all experiencing? … Aggressive relocations distracted daze, the feelings are there beyond my realm, seducing young minds seeking truth forewarned rooted in place revelations sway fate so neural conniptions achieve gratitude in self actualization, a state of self awareness to suffer alone progressing hope in crusades of the soul connecting aspirations to precede decay shocked in vicarious snow, reaching into the eyes pressures disappointment to hide, so no one will know.
These shooting stars that impede my mind never seem to lighten; tribal challenges with everyone so distant, I see it exists beyond myself but I have already walked that path, I expand so influence can reach constructed isolation, sequenced filthy forlorn foretold afraid of lonely beliefs, shutting out victims shutting out inclusion; understanding wanders away to journey orifices cold hope burdens. The willows are all dying, and I appear to be the only one left. Indifferent alines trapped in hell, unaware: the true curse comes when you give up, and stop believing.
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Swallowing
02:57
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Sick destruction disappointment is calling,
Eating away at the walls, these maggots are home.
Eyesight loathing, the fleeting worth, as
envy will kill. I've seen the illness.
Defeated incarnations access eternity,
swallowing fear; would you bear its weight?
Inauthenticity, pressure building, incapable, wrong directions, no signs.
Something is wrong.
Glowing void, hiding behind the Sun, Alone, let yourself go.
Lost, unquenchable thirst, I've been eaten.
I should have been honest.
To repress is to die. Catch on fire.
Clandestine erasure leaves former selves wide open to reinvention.
Do you know the price of comfort?
Flummoxed, I swallow myself. Joys of being lost, parsing the journey.
You can't know Self, until you've destroyed it.
Reticent to survive, use your wile to come alive.
Catch on fire.
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Intimacy
06:04
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Sore incarnations appear, closer, draining the splints, life's seams pull apart, this process never left me alone. Intimacy means nothing to those who do not accept it. Loving nothing, and realizing no one is worth this, touching is not the answer. The empath loses control, fighting gravity, these sights swell up. The storm is desecrating walls, this is a disturbance. Can we learn to talk, without getting hurt, falling apart in the fire to breathe in the tender? The burning sensation may settle this headache as helium clears the mind. Animosity comes tirelessly, but you know i don't believe you because I don't believe in anything. Shaking retraction the fissure parts our ways in these ashes. it's raining veins on this path of endless doors. I feel myself quake staring at the moon & wonder, will I rot away waiting?
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Censuring lines drawn along my face. Feeling impressions silently speaking, the envy reduces sore feelings bright empty views so offensive, the hands can only hold what is tangible so the ideas float away & dissipate. Amorality's last call leaves a lonely drowning existence reverting. What is this colour all over my face? Growth by fusion breathes like fire, with the energy screeching, what is this colour I am hearing?
Remember the beautiful poison as you peddle your ideas. It's the decay of amiable organisms de-evolving, what is this creature? Absorb the ignored & forgotten fading bottles of ocean so numb, apologetically weeping, dilutes the influence, because the colour is malleable. Callused, cryptic answers relieve the stress defending the self interested lies that lie between the lines. Doubt manipulates consequences as I grab you with my tongue. Haze over numbers, what is this colour we feel pulsing in our hearts as we lie to ourselves?
I scrape off my skin waiting for relief that has yet to come. Concrete solution: dark matter controls the world. Desolation underlines tumultuous thoughts: if we lose ourselves, can we keep from getting hurt? Burning, I always thought I was underwater. How can I create while constantly destroying? The answer is always a question. Devour me whole, as my eyes are the only truth, I see nothing. Make use for maggots, for we are nothing. The perception believed by the host is all that becomes reality. Miraged beauty or waking nightmare. Relieve the senses, resolution is flawed. Alleviate the burden, objectify emotions. Tell me finally: what is this colour? Can my indemnity really save me? I cannot see.
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9. |
Light Returns
02:12
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Pleasant modes in far off places
Worried thoughts of friendly faces
Seeking solace my soul is burning
but i can see the light returning!
Growing pains, thoughts float away
the demons are all here to stay
Seeking solace my soul is burning
but i can see the light returning!
Illusions hold strong away from my hand
I don't think I'm of this land
Seeking solace my soul is burning
but i can see the light returning!
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I can feel it happening
The world around me is turning to plastic
Everything is flat
Nothing is real
I can see the airwaves…
The connections, the invisible strings
I am living in the space in between
the space in between
There is no time
There is no place
There are no bodies
There is no me
Am I really me? Do these memories belong to me?
Am i existing?
Who are these people?
What am i doing here?
Am i dying?
Am i ready to die?
I am going to die.
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11. |
I'm Sorry
07:22
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Stop asking
It can't be changed at all
Leave
Leaving, I'm trying
as I keep striving
to change everything
to escape myself
but as I've come to find
no amount of delusion or denial
can bring a different world
or change the way you think
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry, I'm not what you wanted
I'm sorry, I'm not what you need
I'm sorry, I can't help you
but you'll see, as your world comes crashing down
as you blame me for your wrongs
project on me
slam me against the wall, abandon me,
and tell me it's my fault
…..
I'm sorry the world hurts, but most of all
I'm sorry you're a coward
I'm sorry you can't face me
I'm sorry you create your suffering
I'm sorry you can't accept me
I'm sorry you erased me
That your delusions bled straight into mine
That all you want to do is hide
You've covered your face
erected a wall of ice
isolating what could have been
a beautiful mind
shrouded in despair
corrupted by false ideals
lost in loneliness
When all you wanted was love
but could never allow it in
or ever let it out
the pain took over
Digging in deep
you've become what you despise
memories escape
so you believe the lie
you say you love the cold
but really
you will only love
what you can't hold
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Wolf Larva Denver, Colorado
A young tunesmith. Sitting in the industrial, ambient, noisey, avant garde, glitchy, IDM, dark wave, queer area of things.
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