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Elaborate Entropy
05:43
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Serpents fill the kitchen in a house that rots and breathes
All those walls will crane out, flexing ghosts and sleeves
Former bankers exchanging needles on fascination street
Can’t look into the eyes of almost anyone they meet
Starving rats take shelter from the rain it pelts and drowns
While rich men whine and belt about the price of evening gowns
Streaming water, social trauma, discount on the grave
It takes to long to write a song that could try to explain
Time! running out of funds! never having fun! Whats the best you can break it!?
Scarred! Got a hole in my heart! Can’t act, its too hard. I don’t know how to fake it
My whole functions fucked, can’t kill enough of my emotion
Just stay the night, don’t let my life, be done in a moment
I stay alive, I push aside the doubt in my lungs
I’ve made my mind up, I would suffer for the ones I love
I’ve had enough, of disappointing everyone
I want to live a better life, I want to see the sun
Can’t you see, I’m pulling nails out of my feet, screaming please don’t fucking stare at me
Can you let me breathe, I’m tearin at the seams, ignoring the public, because to me they’re terrifying
Shock my heart, everytime I walk outside, feels so confusing to be alive tonight
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Medicine
03:11
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I want to respect the land that I stand on
I want to sing to ease your pain
Let me be your spiritual song
Solstice in a spray painted alleyway
From the land that I can’t stand foot in
Without burning up in the sun
My feet are bound to the earth's dry skin
The desert sand where my blood traveled from
When it gets hot I stay in the kitchen
When I sing the spirits are listening
In the end I’ll join in giving
Thanks to all I love
I’ll be grieving the missing words
They’re still there deep inside
Ill be singing for a better world
And hope for better things while we’re alive
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I’ve been hearing stories of your demise
Wonderin if youre still alive
We’ve made mistakes we’ve had our fights
I’ve always hoped that you’d survive
We first met when I was nineteen
Shooting heroin and huffing gasoline
Now i’m older and I’ve gotten clean
Can’t say the same for you but I hope that we can meet
In my mind, my reality, is a prison.
Out to get me, my sanity just isnt.
Just pull up a spot, don’t rob me if im not
As Entertaining, these days
I’ve been reading obituaries looking for your name
Can’t say I’ve found it yet and I hope that stays the same
Heard you still might be alive
Probably still overdosing, but perhaps you’ll be revived
It’s a messy sad world that we live in
Sometimes I too want to give in
But just remember you are love love loved
Keep on fighting, keep on loving, even though life is tough.
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You’re in my spine, you’re in my veins
When demons dance you hide your face
I miss my ego, did I ever have one
I want to see you, I worry, alone
Little squares of paper, eating up my mind
Can’t see or think straight, but im with my kind
Playing gothic folkpunk in the cold cold wind
My Voices whisper, try not to give in.
Holding back my tears, my mask is slipping off
Showing lack of ego, taping up my loss
Bring me back to hopeful, take me from this dread
Acid dreams and cocktail scenes, i’m glad that I’m not dead
The colors and the shapes are things I haven’t seen before
Lost in livin everyone, rolling on the floor
I’m not thinkin ugly thoughts, smoking through the screen
The air feels like a dull blade, but it comforts me
Holding back my tears, my mask is slipping off
Showing lack of ego, taping up my loss
Bring me back to hopeful, take me from this dread
Acid dreams and cocktail scenes, i’m glad that I’m not dead
There is a hole deep in my chest
No matter how hard I try, I try my best
And in the summer, I get upset
Far as i'm concerned, you can just let me rest
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Virtual Bird Olympia, Washington
Hi, I make songs about what I think. If you like what you hear and you think you can collaborate to it, send me an email at whimsicalbox@live.com
@msirensfork on twitter!
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