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Waiting... to be born again
Wanting... the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing is what I feel Waiting... for the drugs to make it real Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away Waiting... to be disciplined Aching... for your nails across my skin Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away |
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We lost the skyline
We stepped right off the map Drifted in to blank space And let the clocks relapse We laughed the rain down Slow burn on the lawn Ghosts across the delta Swallowed up the storm Sometimes I feel like a fist Sometimes I am the colour of air Sometimes it's only afterwards I find that I'm not there In the dream dusk We walked beside the lake We watched the sky move sideways And heard the evening break Sometimes I feel like a fist Sometimes I am the colour of air Sometimes it's only afterwards I find that I'm not there |
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A dislocated day
Peers in to the ether Counts the stars inside the sky And flies in to the never Looped around my eyelids A thousand shining flecks Pale against the canvas Which hangs around my neck Dislocated day I will find a way To make you say The name of your forgiver Stood beside an inlet A starfish leads a dance It dreams it is a human And falls into a trance A hole inside my body Is wired up to a charge Chemical imbalance Tells me who you are Insects hide the silence November brings deep rain Between the flow to freezing And yesterday's sustain |
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At the age of sixteen
I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals The sleep of no feeling I married the first girl Who wasn't a man And smiled as the spiders Ran all over my hands Made a good living By dying it's true As the world in my TV Leaked onto my shoes |
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Run through forests on a hot Summer day
Trying to break down walls of numbing pain Give me the freedom to destroy Give me radioactive toy Taste the water from a stream of running death Eat the apple and cough a dying breath Feel the sun burning through your black skin Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day Spit the dirt out and try to say... |
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Instrumental
You can be with somebody you like to be with and just touch their cheek or hold their hand and it's the most beautiful thing in the world. You don't need sex when you're on that state. You don't have to - you don't have to ? that ? it's ? it's… I would ? I would think it's just... I don't know what's [...] It's a weird trip I don't think that... having children... could make up for what I'm gonna get out of it eventually You can ? you can be with somebody you like to be with and just touch their cheek or hold their hand and it's the most beautiful thing in the world. You don't need sex when you're on that state. Because... because you're so satisfied with just holding hands that going... Going for more than ? than that isn't beautiful anymore. |
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