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QUARANTINE
05:22
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In a black reflection, I see a lifeless face cloaking torrential violence
but that's no longer my life
That's someone else's life,
a trail of blood I thought I'd left behind
In its pathetic visage, its faults fathomless
spitting shards of shrapnel, enough to slaughter a life
whose misfortune was too stand too close to what is better left behind
and though I dwell within this lack
these notions, they come back
I see blood
but that's no longer in my life
in a mirror at night, torrents of blood
violence and spite
I see me
ooooo
I see death
but that's no longer in my life
in a mirror at night, torrents of death
violence and spite
I see you
ooooo
I stand in isolation
I hear the crack of bones
I focus on starvation, ecstatic and deprived
in a quarantine of frozen blood,
static and maligned
In a black reflection
In a mirror at night
I see torrential violence and death but that's no longer
in my life
It's someone else's life
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2. |
RIGHT TO KNOW
03:56
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We have a right to know who, in our home,
could cause such strange disruptions every night
and our alleged landlord bites his tongue
and, in doing so, deprives us of our right
There is something they won't show
And I believe we have the right to know
His sad, sedated wife must still believe
that her knowing smile would have me rest assured
but one look in her medicated eyes
and I can tell that something has happened to her
And I need you here with me
Because there's something they don't want us to see
So stay here in the corner of my room
He wants to sow a distance between us
but I've been listening to his thoughts
and I will do what I feel I must
We have a right to know
I'd like to think we have the right to know
And when his trite, contrived Byronic ruse
proves itself too useless to maintain
I will isolate his family
and I will more than gladly drink their pain
I'm afraid I cannot let this be
And I cannot let them take you from me
. . . . . .
I return each night to the embrace
that, unbeknownst to us, would be our last
and I recall your putrefying face
that haunts me every moment since you passed
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3. |
COST OF LIVING
05:48
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I've drawn a comprehensive list of all
the pleasures felt or missed and all
the horrors of each day; a fragile joy that is betrayed
I choose to renounce and remain in a space
beyond life and beyond pain
and wait as hours heave and sigh;
a failing body burdened by
the cost of living
the cost of living
the cost of living
my cost of living
cold blood, in varying degrees, will
occupy my atrophy
but will I choke or hesitate?
or press my palm upon the gate?
my disposition is belied by a
violent-willed, contentious side
and in the creeping cold of night
I'll find a neck to plunge my spite, itself
a cost of living
a cost of living
the cost of living
my cost of living
and how can you insinuate that I asked for this?
no one asked for this
this cost of living
the cost of living
the cost of living
my cost of living
the cost of living
the cost of living
the cost of living
my cost of living
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COLUMBARIUM
04:37
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With time
everything that you call "mine"
and every formal paradigm
crushed beneath the weight of time
in an Attic shape
All that lasts
in the future and the past
is cinerary ash
At the columbarium
At the columbarium
At the ashen proscenium
A handful of dust housed in Attic shapes
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instrumental
SEE THE FREAK
SEE THE FREAK FALL
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