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thirty thirty four
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the breathing wound
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the breathing wound
an incantation
whisper scratched into my eye
you're tragedy
you're failure
you're a failure
how often can one man cry?
pathetic: your love
so pathetic: your love
it's your love
stretched so thin...
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morlocks feast
04:45
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funeral for a fox
02:50
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warhammer (edit)
03:03
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five more minutes
04:20
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Call down a star to lay my head on
maybe the fire will purge this saint
Golden sparks to carry me home
landlock my faith in carrion
Killing is Thought and the word is a virus
Can't seem to feel it, yet it's all that I am
What are we going to do when the scalping starts
Killing in starts.
Tear my faith, the soul is just a bone to break
Turn my fate the spoils if you succomb to bait
Tell my source the sound it must reverberate
The word is a virus and killing is sought
Tell my Faith this soul embraces apostate
Turn my fate dipose of you & suffocate
Burned by rigour, free myself articulate
The word is Virus and Killing is Thought
The Word is Virus & Killing is Sought
Call down the sun to bleach us virgin white
Call down the Sun to bury us all
*****
lyrics by Literate Wolves
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pencils down
02:32
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sparks fly from a kiss
01:24
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i woke with my skin all covered in frost:
naked and shaking - shivering, lost.
this is a winter made for walks in the dark.
this is the season when kisses should spark.
blink and i miss you
(i miss you) and think:
you are the reason there's ice in my skin.
singing, i wish to be singed by your lips,
to be burned by the fire that makes icicles drip.
i count every flake falling.
i catch numbers on my tongue.
i follow fading footprints.
i'm slowly. growing. numb.
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unUsed
03:02
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Call down a star to lay my head on
maybe the fire will purge this saint
Golden sparks to carry me home
landlock my faith in carrion
Killing is Thought and the word is a virus
Can't seem to feel it, yet it's all that I am
What are we going to do when the scalping starts
Killing in starts.
Tear my faith, the soul is just a bone to break
Turn my fate the spoils if you succomb to bait
Tell my source the sound it must reverberate
The word is a virus and killing is sought
Tell my Faith this soul embraces apostate
Turn my fate dipose of you & suffocate
Burned by rigour, free myself articulate
The word is Virus and Killing is Thought
The Word is Virus & Killing is Sought
Call down the sun to bleach us virgin white
Call down the Sun to bury us all
*****
lyrics by Literate Wolves
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bored again virgin
01:42
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hibakusha
02:51
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sinkwhole
02:50
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a vague sense of unease
10:17
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