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Kirari
00:57
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Have you ever seen a supernova?
She wants to burn so bright
And when she’s ashes
She’ll strip the world of light
I can’t help myself
I’m in love with a black hole
Her swollen eyes shimmer
She hisses rosemary lullabies
I’ll stake my life
And watch a goddess die
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Hospital Crawler
01:11
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Skittering, slithering
Venom on its tongue
Clamber up my spine
Like ladder rungs
Legs like dead snakes
Ashen hair sways
Night’s fell curtains
Swallow the moon
She wails perdition
God’s my only witness
The wind howls through the window
Like he’s sighing in indifference
She’ll teach me what she knows
Take what she’s owed
The twisted spine, the chalk outline
White like starlight’s glow
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3. |
Slave to the Blade
01:34
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Worms only know the dirt
You can’t shove one’s face in shit
If they’re born in it
Pride is an empty promise
On violent tongues of others
All the tortured need is
Permission to suffer
Beg
Beg, worm
Beg for another wound
Beg like the fucking steed for the spur
It’s never enough
It will never be enough
A wasted, wretched existence
All human skin carved out
I’d rather know the knife than know myself
It’s not that I love to suffer
I just need to see
How much pain I can devour
It’s never enough
It will never be enough
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4. |
White Gauna
02:50
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In taped-together shards of you
My refection screams
Carved off an angel’s face
And veiled your teeth
Fresh wounds bloom with poppies
I drown in their opium
I made incisions in me
And laid the knife at your feet
You showed me
From what fragile skin
We are made
And how easily we shed it
In my fever dreams
I disassemble you
Salivate, slather
Every alabaster
Vertebra
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5. |
Violet Crown
01:39
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Juraku
03:37
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Silence the screeching
Of the uncrowned pawns
Relish victories that
You have not yet won
Shuffle and reshuffle the deck
I’ve marked every card
Your house will fall to the floor
Another day another corpse
Crawl on your hands and knees
Show me your victory
Even the queen obeys the board beneath its feet
Take everything you can
Play right into my hands
I’ll show you where ambition leads
When I draw on your leash
Run your risk
One in six
Beg the chamber for pain
A junkie hooked on fate
Beg for me
Bow to me
I know exactly who you are
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7. |
Synthetic God
02:23
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I hate it here on my knees,
But I love when god makes me
Tie our willing tongues in knots
The hand that feeds now strangles
You’re woven into my bloodstream
Smile for god so I don’t scream
Our cathedrals lined with eyes
God taught us to taste blood
And mine must shine
The matching shade of sanguine
Let’s trade our rings for ring-gags
Let’s feast on one another until
We’re half-finished, bloody puzzles
Hunting for the missing pieces
With another’s eyes
Sniff out the next heretic to crucify
At least through the sewer grate I’m free
To watch helpless and in horror
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Red Line
01:41
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There’s a ringing in my ears
A twisted shriek none
Of these passengers hear
Maybe it’s my self-worth
Tied to the tracks
This tunnel is a tomb
Where no pharaoh are buried
And I’m a grave robber who
Stole more than he could carry
I’m tracing spirals on the ceiling
She fucks me like a ghost
That’s possessed the wrong body
Frostbite in my ear asks
“Would you die for me?”
And I tell her I already have
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9. |
Lockheart
04:34
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My refuge is breached
Light through a barred window
A truth so vicious
It turns freedom to fear
This mournful world of scars and smiles
An unending scream
That only I can hear
I can’t hear this world anymore
My ears are always ringing
The same trenches in the same old war
The canaries’ off-key singing
A life lived crawling through razor wire
Rasping through lungs filled with nails
Dig as deep as you can
I spit everyone out of me
Hate clings like ash to my skin
I owe it everything
It brought me back to life
Just so I could suffer
Like starved beaks
in a nest of abandoned hatchlings
We’ll sing so gently
The dulcet hymn of endless hunger
Dig as deep as you can
I spit everyone out of me
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Butterfly
03:29
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The nightfall in your eyes
An equinox of the fireflies
My hands left crimson butterflies
Dancing on your throat
I sit by the river,
My halo a flock of vultures circling
I imagine you’re strangling me
That which doesn’t kill you
Makes you wish you were dead.
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Furiae Dover, New Hampshire
An ancient laptop, a shit guitar, anime boxed sets. The dulcet hymn of endless hunger.
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Jake Governo - all instruments, writing, engineering
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