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Warbling
03:10
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I jump up, chased outta bed again
from warbling dreams that are made of sin
In between stardust and the end,
its crawling, telling me to come in
On and on, you make me fear
and on and on, you're always near
Oh ashes cover your face
Ashes, weaving the lace
around this metaphor
I jump up, chased outta bed again
from warbling dreams that are made of sin
In between stardust and the end,
its crawling, telling me to come in
Warbling, I wait, I cry, and I choke
Warbling, with no folk
I'm jumping down into bed seams,
where there's been, cursing in blank dreams,
I'm warbling touching skins again, and screaming
All I wanna be is friends
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2. |
It's All Mine Now
04:04
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Takeout for Sheba, she's trying to eat alone
Broke friends with sad eyes, she's telling them to stay home
Jesus has a long neck, and for that she thinks she's him
With a necklace for a guillotine, poised she knows she'll win
Humbled like gold, speaking to the souls
Queen of demise, looking at the skies
What I say to you is mine now
Stone cold and clean, not trying to be mean
Cutting the ties, as tears fall from my eyes
It all seems to be mine now
Mine now, its all mine now, looking miles down, I hear birds frown
Sheba where are you, we're bound to be the same
A pope, a martyr, a matriarch, who's to blame?
Humbled like gold, speaking to the souls
Queen of demise, looking at the skies
What I say to you is mine now
Stone cold and clean, not trying to be mean
Cutting the ties, as tears fall from my eyes
It all seems to be mine now
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Lullaby
05:15
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Break in time
for the love of hot brine
Bubbling with heat
Made by me, so sweet
Jars made of glass, they hold no doubt, thats what I'm about
as they clink on and on and on
Pour so good
over spears, understood
These things synthesize
monochrome lullaby
Past and present, for you we're not done
I hold in your essence; your favorite son
Un-oathed to demons who make the demands
A patchwork of reasons for your idle hands
Past present, the upsetting sighs
I'm holding a crescent awaiting demise
Until the onset answers flies by
You'll hear me exclaiming: "why oh why?"
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Ezra the Serpentine
02:40
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Ezra the Serpentine dances like a queen
But gone are days of songs in France
He goes back to no romance
Apparition, these faces in the crowd
petals on wet black bough
Ezra the obsessive fiend, he's hoarding Ovaltine
But back he goes to his horrid craft
he makes the serpents laugh
Apparition, these faces in the crowd
petals on wet black bough
Back in the past we would be
Badmouthing snakes and the bees
Shot back at with poison stingers
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