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Narcotical Twilight
02:23
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One Million Candle Power
03:16
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Zoonotica
05:20
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Static mutations, genetically woven, in pleomorphic variations, forged in the white hot coven, it is the perfect specimen. It has arisen, it had risen, it has arisen, and it is hazardous. It has arisen and it is hazerdous, it has arisen, it has arisen, it’s hazardous and it has risen. It takes flight, in an infinitesimal battalion, over bleeding cascades into the tortured plains, through the sparkling sprite light and over the pulsating oceanic waves. Tiny droplets, in an electrified atmosphere, dives deep down into, the depths of fear and the hearts, the hearts and lungs, of a species obsessed, with pushing the population to the crest, and everything verging on quixotica, gives way to the new Zoonotica. Pathogenica. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. Inhalation, annihilation, static mutation, viral invasion, pleomorphic variation, a veneration for an exploding contagion. Zoonotica, Zoonotica, Zoonotica is Isolation, no ventilation, annihilation and variations of exploding contagion, no solution for my deteriorations and an exhalation of my calculation, vacillation on experimentation, inflammation. Isolation, isolation, isolation, burning contagion and no solution for my confusion. A computation of an observation, A sick mutation in Isolation. Variations of annihilation. No solution for isolation.
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Cosmos Park
05:02
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In the ever expanding, combusting in dark, gaseous it billows, rippling it sparks, bubble up and ballooning, an electrical arc, the exploding mind, it must now embark. Always left stranded, by the side of the road, never quite understanding, which way it was to go. The iron marble, it hangs around for a lark, and the crusted eye, opens in the dark. Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos park, cosmos park.
Don’t ever believe, in a single thing you see, in the ancient mystics, or that feeling you get, so repetitious, Metempsychosis. Always left stranded, by the side of the road, never quite understanding, which way it was to go. The celestial species, it must now embark, it’s final gaze into… Cosmos Park… Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park.
Have you ever seen, the serpent’s gaze? Noticed how, it always slithers away? Leaving you lifeless, in the boundless maze, blinded by the sepia sky, just burning away. Never quite understanding, the gravitational tune, it’s a 3rd eye popping, the giant balloon. Always feel stranded, in the deep blue abyss, so open your hymnals, for a good night kiss… Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park.
In the ever constricting, desolate dark, gaseous it billows, rippling it sparks, sucking up and cocooning, the electrical arc, the imploding mind, it must now embark. Always left stranded, by the side of the road, never quite understanding, which way it was to go. The iron marble, hangs around for a lark, while the swirling eye… Closes. Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park, Cosmos Park…
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Slytherine Flowers
03:47
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S.S. Slytherine Flowers, who made, yr grave?
S.S. Slytherine Flowers, when the water walks away
S.S. Slytherine Flowers, well rack the plate
S.S. Slytherine Flowers, I lost a lot of the tape
Proffer the back-bride
A sick sack silver clap
Harder to prove, wow it softens all the wad
Salvage yr dick now hey slip on fates
On the Horn of Africar(Horns o’rim).
S.S. Slytherine Flowers, who made yr grave?
S.S. Slytherine Flowers, Øone thing to re-tape
S.S. Slytherine Flowers, boy, who makes it fake?
S.S. Slytherine Flowers, screws are made to pain
Never a grip on Davy’s own locker
Password differ diseases, onward weather to strike
Engaged with the wind, another goosecake check
Wha’s happening? Oh, lets pack it in, is this fan-fiction for the 13’s?
The Essess (sh) I sat down where ya been
a scrubber nuffen watcher color stab porcelain
Drink that stubbly toothate
Wuttabust a right of Poseidon aye aye.
Where it got rough
Can ya crack that? Shit.
SS O SS
Oh SS oh SS
O’SS oh
SS
Oh whale
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Lilac City
06:50
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From the Ridpath, through Glover Field, I held the hand of forever, another fate to be sealed. Outside and underneath, the deafening falls, dilated eyes, the conversation stalls, and the poor folks scream, echoing, the retaining walls.
Lilac City oh Lilac City, you could have been so pretty oh Lilac City.
You slaughtered all those horses, oh what pity, what pity, Lilac City.
Unable to escape, what it is I think, unable to move through this treacherous memory.
Lilac City, sparkling grime sparkling gritty, 1,000 steps and you’ll see what you are getting.
A hex is forever, don’t forget you are not leaving.
The moon beams a web, it will catch you a feeling.
A sickness throughout, without a doubt, and tonight you will not be sleeping.
Lost the keys to the house, with the vaulted ceiling.
Or out playing games with the spirit myst, down in hang mans valley.
Or down in recovery, in Medical Lake.
Another accident in the alley.
Outside and underneath, the deafening roads.
Disillusioned conversation as our vision implodes.
Now all the spirits are screaming down the railroad.
Lilac City, you never been so pretty.
Oh Lilac City, oh its overstated.
You slaughtered all those horses on that cursed day. You always slaughter all those horses. inescapable memory.
Unable to escape, what it is I think, Unable to move with this gypsy memory.
Lilac City, sparkling grime sparkling gritty, 1,000 steps to see what you are getting.
Oh, one quick look, a tunnel vision into high society.
Up on the hill, what a thrill.
Bored to tears in the afternoon swill.
The opportunity came down, a life out of time.
Are you in my arms? Or have I sacrificed my mind?
A hex is forever, don’t you forget.
You’ll never be leaving, as the flames reach the ceiling.
The moon beams a web and in Kiwi Mad Dog I slept.
Up until the early evening, I was dreaming.
The Doc martins, the beautiful hair. Lilac City.
How do I escape? the kitschy memory of Lilac City…
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