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Date Animals
03:19
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I've been wearing me inside out
you've been wearing yourself thin
blaming it all on the circumstances
(there's) not really much we could have done
Now all this flesh parades before me for the grab
a tragedy no one knows how to act
these players ignore when to bust out crying
or fake choking when their throat is getting stabbed
How many fucking post-s must you add
for your art to feel real again
it's not a novel it's what you fucking play
"We need more post-post-words for the post-post-man"
Well I never ever asked her where she'd go
she said "I don't get you anymore"
she'd like me better without fucking worries
spend my days taking selfies in the sun
Serenades and low-cost housing
shitfaced still trying to fuck
with a pink eye and a quarter chub
hellbent for leather still fucking up the knots
She said "Have you tried it, (walking) in my shoes?
I just wanna forget my name and yours too."
she's crying "Get me away from here"
everyone wants that baby, get away from pain
but there are no better places
this Void is everywhere
And sometimes there's bombs
no shelter, no water, no food
and those people aren't just fucking numbers
random lines of text in the bottom corner of the news
And what about us?
we seem alive but that's just a tourism stunt
they roam our hills, streets and towns
drink the guts of our land from a dead man's bowels
then fly the fuck home
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Stones for Teeth
04:07
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It was the sweaty touch of his pelvis
against her forehead
that rhythmic loveless mortification
that would always drive her to think
How she loved him once
and now she hates his guts
and how she would refuse
to spend another day like this
and the words that she'd use
Some like "I'd be foverer lonely,
I'd be forever sad;
I'd rather just be miserable again
than spend another night here
sucking off your tiny chode -"
And yet lose it all?
all of her nice things
he's got stones for teeth
he knows
and he won't let her go
yet this time she swears
she's gonna show him what she's made of
she's gonna show him all that she's got
'Cause all we love is but a quick dream
of lies a billion times said
a vulgar and shameful journey
carving wrinkles on your heart
Disgust takes over her mind
for herself and what's become of her life
(she's) sick and tired of this game he plays
all her muscles start furiously twitching
closing her eyes as she bites
He drops to floor screaming and still
she won't let him go
blood all over her she'll make sure
she's showed him what she's made of
and what she's got is not what she's wearing
between her thighs
motherfucker
Stones for teeth
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Names and Faces
02:06
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There are times when time's too slow
moments drag, they even hardly flow
then come those days:
will last a few seconds just before
you wake up and an entire year's gone
You try to focus on what happened first and what last
and why different seasons feel like yesterday
and get a grasp on all the names and faces
like smoke
they vanish in a blur of wasted hours and months
And you go:
"When did this all happen?
...or did it happen at all?"
"Did this all happen?
...and was that me?"
Names and faces
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Margherita Hack
07:31
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I am that distant feel
waiting here for the deed
faces kiss on the cold screen
and then deteriorate
as I wade through the color-bleed
So close and yet you throw me away
like I'm fucking nothing
a pale joke written on a bathroom stall
nothing at all
a fading stain on some wall
Our trembling gyroscope reads
10.000 atmospheres
the weight of countless oceans
deafening my ears
these voids are Margaret's hums
in the wake of her fears
come dance to the sneering drums
Writhing, convulsing
as we descend deeper into dreams
there we can rest and laugh at the obstacles
that obstructed our will to hurt
and though we're undamaged
unscathed, untouched by the outside world
bulging with hatred I still try
and reach for you
through seas of blackness
Fee
harm
Tühle
T'zpäh
They are faceless, obscene
a choir of aborted life
they weave their inhuman limbs
in a horrendous goodbye to light
I've lost all in me was meant to be human
and I claw at my own chest as I fall
through spectres of New Year's resolutions
and the feeling another dream has been lost
Lost with all in me was meant to be human
watching cheap thrillers that won't buffer at all
dreary one-liners in low resolution
and the feeling we've lost
Lost with all in me was meant to be human
and I claw at my own chest as I fall
through spectres of New Year's resolutions
and the feeling we've lost
Lost with all in me was meant to be human
watching cheap thrillers that won't buffer at all
dreary one-liners in low resolution
and the feeling I was never born
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Mugshot
04:40
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Crawl away inside your hole
hole inside and weep all over the floor
your life is envy, your life is scorn
recycling old mugshots to feel not as old
You deceived yourself a few years ago
things went down smoothly since you blame the world
no way to end what you don't wanna stop
no way to summon back what you've never got
How many times I've seen you cry
bury your head in the sand
how many years 'til you realize
that there's no use in hiding away your worst self
Blood pumps gently throughout your veins
your temples hurt but in a pleasant way
how many days since you've got some sleep?
the pills keep sticking to your lower lip
Red stockings, a velvet grave
he'll keep on knocking, you'll keep letting him in
the make-up drips like a second face
flows through you like there's no one there
Where the Eye shined on you
it never felt the same
try hard as you like, you're bound to fail
while life slips from your grasp
Fear overcomes you in your sleep
devours you from within
reduced to a pulp of desires and hopes
nothing much else is left of you
except for your own Hell
The Outside look on your grin
bits of forlorn skin
a stench of inhumanity
tear it, tear it away
Your bloated kin
shivers for you through the mist
the eyes of the sky
the wrists of the sea
"I don't care, I don't wanna know
I don't care who you see or where you go"
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Sell me, sell me
and if no one ain't buying
give me away
for spare change
Sell me
My heart is golden
full of holes
and yet my insides are rotten
torn apart by insects
sell me whole or sell me in chunks
What you can't sell burn
and mould my ashes into a concrete wall
where people come to lean
and check on their phones
with their eyes glued to the screens
and their heads down like on a guillotine
Sell me
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{ Pedro Corazón (Montevideo, 21 de diciembre de 1894 – ???, 11 de octubre de 1947) fue un entomólogo, lingüista, humanista, micólogo, escritor apasionado por la naturaleza, y poeta uruguayo. Murió bajo circunstancias misteriosas durante una investigación entomológica al bosque tropical peruano. [...] Corazón se desvaneció en el aire ante los ojos atónitos de su asistente y de la guía local después de recitar algún tipo de encantamiento, invocación o llamada, escrito en un sombrío y antiquísimo dialecto quechua, y tallado en la pared de un templo desconocido. Lo enigmático santuario no aparecía en los mapas y, aún hoy, no ha sido encontrado de nuevo. }
Detras de la pared se oye una voz
un suspiro que es un débil cantar
cantar de nosotros que desentendidos
seguimos olvidando el tiempo feliz
cantar de los otros que fueron antes
y fueron atras
cantar de Él para que los truenos retumbarán
El cielo grita: "Pedro"
Life crawls like a bug
but I cannot be stomped or fooled
I've been chewed and spit out
flushed down like a condom in the loo
well now I realize we're all expendable
to them we truly are all the same
"Pedro Corazón"
Life crawls like a wasted man
but I can't seem to be fucking drunk
or man enough for you
I've been cracked open and botched up
I've stopped feeling my own arms
and now what the fuck's wrong with your drink, dude
what the fuck's wrong with you
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I've seen the Sun, the future Sun
scorch the ruins of Man
almighty Eye which will see us die
countless times, countless ends
I bide my time on the Slugroad
the dead of thirst my domain
a King of dust in my crown of tears
stone, waste and decay
Hold my burnt hand
together we will be kings
Kings of dust
Do you feel wiser now -
as the vision bleaks and spirals into black?
Do you feel fiercer, or stronger -
as the Seer bleeds and draws his own end?
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