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Feral Vaccination
05:20
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My mantra is nails on skin
Whats inside is thick, but
The outside just gets thinner
My mantra is bruise until unconvulse
Whats inside is out, and
The outside is happening somewhere else
My mantra is snuff films in reverse
I watch eyes fill back up with life, but
Still feel cursed
My mantra is do not repeat
I was not meant for this;
My attention span is weak
but, I gotta lotta things to say,
I know, I know,
I should shut up, I should just go
My feral is feminine
I bruise blue from branches
That end where I begin
My feral is finding a pulse
These test results are clearly
For someone else
But, I wrote a map of leaves hollow,
Ink, it blows. I'll blow you a kiss
Before I go
If I knew the back of my hands as well as these roads
I'd know where it goes when I become the scenery
If the best thoughts didn't come at the worst hours
I'd build you a tower out of what you mean to me
But, i'm a crumbling artifact of
False facts fled, but left intact, of
Veins torn out to draw a map, that
Only I can see
Now my nose is loaded like a gun
This hand is dripping crimson numb
If I were you, I'd start to run
To somewhere I can't see
And how could you say it was just my body?
And how you could you have known it was never my own?
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Smoke & Mirrors
02:14
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Recycled Meat
04:01
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I fall into the skyline, I hang on the horizon
I choke upon my poison, I lay beside an omen
I wash away my knowledge, and regurgitate my garbage
My brain is bare and bottomless, my skin, it begs for tenderness
I lead a nation of regrets to burn their love like cigarettes
To crush their idle silhouettes, to table-dance with castanets
And realize that they are blessed by the empty homes that they posses
They carry consciousness like a crutch, and hide the evidence in a rush
When not enough feels like too much, and the tangible is out of touch
your broken mirror will bring you luck, and free the body in which you are stuck
When this song is done i’ll write my own from remnants of the names i’ve known and syllables I spoke in sleep, so deep and clear, let lied Beneath this waking world of eyelid thieves, and games that only blinkers cheat
We crash into the fear we drink and vengeance drives us to the brink
Now,Infallible lips emit decrees to smoke the bluebirds from their trees
The truth, it does not fly, it flees to solitude beneath the sea
Now the illiterate write symphonies on dollar bills and TV screens
And scream to halls of empty seats
The echo from the theatre seems
To drown out the final gasping pleas
Of children hooked on symmetry
But as I walk into the hall I see
The person on the stage is me
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Sylvia Haynes New Jersey
a musician trying to score a film larger than she can comprehend.
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primarily home recordings.
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Kentucky Wonder Records
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