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City Light Mosaic:
Trapped in a blue car, no light at the dashboard
Four hours since sundown, four hours till I mourn
Can't trust a single webcam, can't trust a single storefront
My mind is kind of scattered, my thoughts always battle
Always see shadows where they don’t show, and i can’t look back or they’ll all know
I know they’re there even if they hide, my ears still ring - my mouth feels dry
Don’t sleep real well because I’m scared, train cars turn beds unless I stand
Just want to see the sun again, but they shut it down - so I’d give in
PK Shellboy:
broken doors, shattered glass
can you find me
on the floor, scattered past
you're right behind me
in the corner of my(your) eye i(you) see your(my) shadow
watching over me(you) as i(you) lose every battle
all this weight upon me(you) tied up to my(your) saddle
show me the way
zombAe:
Land face first into a mirror hope I break with the glass.
Tear apart the shards dig through my medicine rack.
The pain rains from my face I fall flat on my back, gone.
Broken glass my tabernacle as I open the capsule.
It's a hard pill to swallow, and the action feels hollow.
And my face feels aflame, I want to scream, keep my mouth closed.
suck down the placebo.
Pray for a panagea.
That my desire to subscribe to society's likeness disappears.
My denial of life's spontaneity, eyes to tears.
And there's spiderwebs around the light inside me fighting fear.
born to be corrupt
Molded by my blood
And I've got weight on my shoulders
That an Atlas couldn't shrug.
Crying in the bathroom, lying on my glass tomb.
Crumbling like sand when they built me as the last dune.
IN A LAST DITCH OF SPITE
GRIP A SHARD AS A KNIFE
AND HOLD IT UP TO THE NECK OF THE BEAST IN PLAIN SIGHT
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City Light Mosaic:
I’m sick of the sounds you make
Wanna free fall with a sub full crank
I’m sick of the way you look
Always look so god damn shook
Haven't seen myself get like this
Never ripped off my own skin
I’m heading down a dark path
I’m falling to a firey death
I don’t wanna be the bearer of bad news / But I don’t need you
Murrumur:
ice swarms up my neck
drowned in wine suffocated
orb of light consumes the mind
of fire and oil the fumes I'm blind
the birds they swarm round my corpse
my scars torn off destroy my marks
expelling bile and snuffed from life
gone a while a puzzle of strife
I can't stand being with you
It's like my body's full of poison
Maybe I should skin you
Because my blood's boiling
I can't stand being with you (I think that if you hated me it'd be a little easier)
It's like my body's full of poison
Maybe I should skin you (You're nothing but a memory I wish to get away from here)
Because my blood's boiling
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Statues (feat. Tektra)
05:40
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I clench my fists
I want to breathe
I see statues in the treelines
I got ten tons on my sheets
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[Untitled]
01:31
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For years I’ve tried to wash my hands, but some stains never fade
Whenever I think I’ve dried my hands, I resubmurge in paint
I don’t know how to open my eyes, I haven’t slept in weeks
Whenever I look at the back of my eyes, I only see your face
Your blood has marked my face, it has become part of my ego
I need to close the blinds, I need a nice warm pillow
I need help, I need help, I need help, I need help
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City Light Mosaic:
The divine principle of all principles
I'll see you in the air tonight
We will dance
I will embrace you
One last time
We will dance, we will dance
I feel sleep
I'm in here
In warm seams
I'm in deep
Farboro:
A translucent man put a book at my feet and watched me as I read it three times in a row.
As I read, man became city and translucent became fleetingly tangible. growing, but fading, city became everything. I refused to accept it.
I laid down on my floor for days, spending everything on my eyelids. There was only one place I wanted to be, and I knew, at some level, it would let me in.
But I don't know if I can close my eyes yet. I wont be able to defend myself.
What happens if I want to leave. My stomach hurts.
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I wish my legs were made of glass, so when I land they’d shatter into a million pieces. It’d be a beautiful spectacle for you all.
Everything I make I want to destroy, there’s so much I want to make. There's so much I want to make.
I wish you could hear, the sound of my scream, but my scream isn’t loud enough. I wish you could hear the sound of my breath, but your ear isn’t close enough.
I wish that my legs were made of glass, so when I land I'd shatter into a million pieces. It’d be my final show for you all.
I wish my arms were made of flames, so I could set off every wick in sight. Not knowing where it leads.
I wish the glass shards from my legs, covered the floor for you to all step on.
I see everything you make, I want to tear it to shreds. I want to tear myself to shreds.
I wish my body combusted, in a bright flash that would take out a city.
These aren’t thoughts. They’re just the things that my mind comes up with.
I wish you could hear the sound of my scream. But there’s no scream I can let out that loud.
Wish my legs would shatter to a million pieces that lay upon the ground. And I want you to pick them all up. It’d be my final performance.
I wish I’d become a massive blaze, that the entire universe would see.
I want to create something beautiful, and I want to destroy it.
I want to destroy everything I’ve ever made. I don’t know why I just do.
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City Light Mosaic Boston, Massachusetts
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