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Mover Unmoved
03:25
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Your savoir faire my sweet eclair
I’ll share my sorry self
With someone else
I felt compelled
To say farewell
My final breath
I must dispense
In lieu of laments I
Can’t tell you why can’t tell you why
You know I
You know I
You know I
Can’t float myself off
I need you
I’m dependent
You're my attendant
Set my attention
To your vocal inflections
In your direction
I’ll confess I’m not so blessed
With bliss I missed
That shit I’m pressed
Tell me you meant it
I thought you felt something
Lumping bits together of your words
Your life your leather
And oh
I’ll weather something better
But I know I can’t stay tethered
To you
Whatever you do
Tell me the truth
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Everything I Ever Wanted
02:57
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Simple and sublime
Show me something I’ll
Tell you that I like it just enough
To break down
Understated why
On the pavement dry
I think this is all that I could’ve ever wanted
And you showed me too much
Memory is hazy loosing sense and loosing touch
Just took a minute to try
Breaking commitments my life
With pitiful impertinent pride
Just like you always wanted
Pressured and principly pried
Probably a poor judgement my
Interdiction just died
That’s all I think I ever needed
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Acrolith
02:07
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A little too personal for me to post lyrics lmao
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The Eternal Wizard
03:07
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So sorry please
Say it again to me
My subtleties
And social needs
Can’t you see can’t you see
Been cold for weeks
A coma tease
I’m comatose
Facetious seeds
I know myself
A bit too well for me
Everyone seems so self obsessed
Pensive pacing tense and blessed
The roads dissolved there’s nothing left
Your 9-5 is dead
Drowned out by the falling leaves
I’ll smile and say that’s all I need
I killed your god and watched him bleed
I’m starting to hate philosophy
I've never felt so deserted I'm learning that this might be it
I've never felt so determined I'm flirting with bliss--it won't do shit
The threads of reality are severed: dead and gone
For it is now his time—and his time alone
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6. |
So
02:00
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I’ve been awake for 14 fucking hours
Pacing an empty goddamn room
With my nose in some unintelligible text
Praised for its nuance
For its clarity
Yet having fucking neither
I’ll tell you what Paul grice
I think everyone with a goddamn brain can understand
That when I say something I mean both to convey what I said and I mean to convey that I mean to convey what I said
You didn’t need to take a million pages to set that up
I’m horribly depressed
I’m so tired
I’m expired
Inspired to stop
But I
Can’t seem to sit still
Twitching at will
But not my own
Give me one little sign that you ever believed
Addictive personality isn’t something I need
I guess I’m coming to terms
So stop coming to me
I need a second to think this over oh please
I’m so sorry
I’m so sorry
So so sorry
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Floorboards
03:13
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You’re scaring me away with a simple embrace
Tell me your mothers not home and I’ll look you square in the face
And another sorry symptom sticking sorely I’d say
But I’m smelling something rotting under your floorboards today
Plasticine and plastic ties
The floorboards creak when I close my eyes
I heard you speak and I heard me die
I looked to the ceiling as I fell to me side
Effervescent unimpressed
I’m neurotic nearly or so I guess
It’s fine
Benign
Just a waste of our time
I’d say i put on a show
Entertaining at best
Fed amphetamines
I felt the powder sink into my dress
You’re not impressed
Carving confessions
In my neck
I’m sorry synchronized and vexed
I’m starting to think that you want me dead
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8. |
Taking a Bath Pt. 1
03:22
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Not sure was a dream or a play on words
But I went back to tell you something I wish you could’ve heard
But I suppose it’s something I could never do
When I opened my eyes I looked at my life
the courses it took and those things I tried
I started up the bath and put my head under
My face turned red
And the veins in my head
Lost the oxygen spread
Bet my life on my will
And well oh well I guess my will won out this time
Golden gates
Golden sheers
Vacant halls are always here
Stay a minute can’t you see
I can’t trust myself
With me
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Tell me what you’re thinking of
And I will shape my words around it
Moving to something
That you might see
What revolves around you comes back to me
Tell me what you’re seeing now
And I will burn all things inside your house
That you might need
I’ve been told I am nothing but a leech
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Out and About
02:53
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You tell me that you fall apart
Into yesterday’s end and eternity’s start
Why can’t my words mean what they used to
Whether it’s language at fault or your languishing truths
19 years in a tourniquet
Till fourteen minutes when I saw you again
I’m afraid of myself
And afraid of my friends
Don’t offer me things you’ll regret
I never thought it was strange till you asked me what
my artwork was and my lips were shut
I suppose I forgot
I’m ready or not
Let’s talk about something else
In a turn of phrase and a slight of hand
I lost everything my sight in strands
And I’m placing people’s parting gifts
In my left hand pocket--please don’t forget
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Bee Stings
03:27
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I’m sinking in silence
Acquiescence
And violence
I’m something
I’m scared of
And I’m scared that
I’m dying
Beyond affliction
Frantic pacing panicked friction
My thoughts are racing
Replacing fiction
I don’t know how I came to this
I'm sinking in silence
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12. |
I Am
04:12
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I’m sorry mother
I know you cried
Your sons not what he could’ve been
And that I’ll no longer hide
You see me father
I’m still your son
Your spitting image
Isn’t that what you want
With magazines
And silly string
I can’t live forever
If I can’t be anything
I don’t know why
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Koudi Wall Township, New Jersey
5 guys from Jersey. Self-recorded, self-produced
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