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Puppy
03:25
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The boy whose stars aligned under his roseate ribs
With mantic hands so divine as to arrogate a kiss
Defenses foundered 'cause I found him so lovely
He's an adrenaline rush but presented as a daydream
The boy whose eyes turned into police lines
Flashing warnings under strobe red lights
Shouldn't have fallen under hypnotic trance
Under his pouting, puppy-eyed glance
I could traduce and accuse him of breaking and entering the depths of my muted heart
But the prince is kind just as he's patient
The boy whose eyes turned into police lines
Flashing warnings under strobe red lights
Shouldn't have fallen under hypnotic trance
Under his pouting, puppy-eyed glance
In all his magnificent glory, his clinquant existence
Warms me whole
In sacrosanct inferno
His veins run gold
The boy whose eyes turned into police lines
Flashing warnings under strobe red lights
Shouldn't have fallen under hypnotic trance
Under his pouting, puppy-eyed glance
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Love: an inquisition
03:41
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I'm hazy, lovely, remembering you
Three bottles down of Twisted Truth
I'm afraid i'm confused, elucidate
Tricky chemtrails make it hard to compute
Whether or not it had a glow,
A spark-
Perhaps I'm hopeless
But morning after you were so close to golden
Affection laced with stone-cold venom
The mess in my beds just
A tipsy turvy competition
That’ll mess with my head
compelling, nuance, witchcraft tricks
Love became a destructive habit
Unanimous in the way I carry myself
But not in my teeth-
Funny in a fashion hypothetically
Flip switch, gas leak
Burn me with your cigarette
Sly, cheat
Let me know, I'm blinded, beheaded
I'm envious, fleeting
Whether or not it had a glow,
A spark-
But morning after you were so close to golden
Affection laced with stone-cold venom
The mess in my beds just
A tipsy turvy competition
That’ll mess with my head
But that explosion of stars that resulted in violet
Made me realize that love was much too violent
Deception of senses, you came to be
Funny, you've no luggage to carry
Take your bite, your vacancy home
Pick, pluck chords under cotton covers
And report my consciousness saying it's glitching
Reiterate your position on how loves an inquisition
Affection laced with stone-cold venom
The mess in my beds just
A tipsy turvy competition
That’ll mess with my head
compelling, nuance, witchcraft tricks
Love became a destructive habit
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3. |
Looking Glass
02:42
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Glitch city kingdom ruled by Blue
One-shot miracle, Polaris illusion
Captured picture-perfect and caught on film
So you're here but galactic in origin
Zippo on susurrously, anything but boring
Center of the city where the engine revs turbo
Violent spin around a midnight singularity
Bold blue breaches a brand new symmetry
Old buzzer at the back of my mind
So much potential but he can't be mine
A world bereaved of light through the looking glass
Flicker neon sign like a hospital path
Horror rave, cyclic chase
Through a scene I couldn't consecrate
He flashes his teeth under the blue lights
A symbol of death disguised as divine
Burgeon and spread, infectious
Like tattoo ink free flown on skin
He flares to like like lightning snapshots
white noise ambience, tricky haunt
Old buzzer at the back of my mind
So much potential but he can't be mine
A world bereaved of light through the looking glass
Flicker neon sign like a hospital path
Tasteful words that leave his tongue
Like lightning strikes, an ultimatum
He burns like a thousand candles and
Drips like honey to my sugar-addicted mind
Old buzzer at the back of my mind
So much potential but he can't be mine
A world bereaved of light through the looking glass
Flicker neon sign like a hospital path
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INDIE KID
02:31
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I was never part of their underground rave
Stayed home writing four floor stories that never left the page
Imagining a dream on the DS screen
Messing with the strings and the multiverse things
Start as bit of anarchy just for kicks
Wondering where the hell all our freedom went
Slashing all the money on things too expensive
Is it normal for us to be depressed like this?
I wanna be an indie kid
I wanna live where no one else lives
I wanna be an indie kid
I wanna do what no one else did
Checking up on sites as if it decides the worth
Understanding then deserving more than what was took
Evening lows and gateway action
Sad new reality with a sad new vision
School uniforms never came to me
I put in work but never reciprocate
So thats just how it's gonna be!
I do things myself nowadays!
I wanna be an indie kid
I wanna live where no one else lives
I wanna be an indie kid
I wanna do what no one else did
I wanna be an indie kid
Wear leather ripped denim as if depends-
I wanna be an indie kid
Shouting lyrics to the boy with the glass in his hand
I wanna be an indie kid
I wanna live where no one else lives
I wanna be an indie kid
I wanna do what no one else did
I wanna be an indie kid
Wear leather ripped denim as if depends-
I wanna be an indie kid
Shouting lyrics to the boy with the glass in his hand
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VCR
01:13
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I never fully lived - a bearer of dreams,
Transcender of univi - things became complicated when I realized I was never
a part of either
When was the last time you said goodbye to someone who doesn't exist?
Lately I've been thinking there was no point in any of it
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Chinatown Snakes Minnesota
Minneapolis based band making late night alternative punk
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