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Birdhead
03:42
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You seemed like a kindred creature
rare and beautiful
blinded
but could kill me with a glance
You’re a striking mask with nothing behind it
An empty heart with a warning sign
Oh christ, you’re cold, I thought you'd play it cool
all you ever were to me was dead eyes and a good pickup line
Hairline cracks in your perfect shell
Outlines visible through the fog outside
You can pretend that you’re an artist
Hard when you’re living off borrowed time
You’re a striking mask with nothing behind it
An empty heart with a warning sign
Oh christ, you’re cold, but you thought you'd play it cool
But all you ever were was dead eyes and a good pickup line
Thank you for putting me to rest
Thank you for closing all the blinds before you left
I really had to get some sleep and take some time
After staying awake with you every fucking night
I found out about the bird head
maybe I should’ve been but I wasn’t shocked
I thought you were the owl here but
But I found out too late you were the hawk
I wasn’t shaken by the Birdhead
But now, that bird is dead
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Feverfew
04:22
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theres a winter lake in my heart
Still surface reflecting heaven's stars
moving silent and slow
Moving just to stay alive
you’re angel drowning like a moth to the flame, a teen idol suffering for the fame, to stay cool
I can’t take responsibility
its all these memories, always haunting me,
just silhouettes lurking up from the empty deep,
It’s all these memories, like submarines
she’s ancient at nineteen
tissues and stack of magazines
Faded issues stacked on your tv I know you’ve been watching me through that screen wishing my door was open my window unlocked
But they're not
this time i'll leave you waiting outside
the fever, the focus,
my fading youth
I'm waking up to the truth, I’m facing up to the truth
The fade in, the fall out, the empty heads
let the house burn down, walk away instead
I can’t take responsibility
It’s all these memories, always haunting me
just silhouettes lurking up from the empty deep,
its all these memories, always haunting me,
we’re all so poorly defined
Unreachable truths, a flaw in your design, gödel was right
Suddenly my chest is tight with retrospective anxiety,
as I look you in the eye, and say that i'm fine, that I’m fine, that I’m alright
The fever, the focus, the empty heads
let the house burn down, walk away instead
the fade, the fall out, the empty youth
I'm waking up to the truth, I’m facing up to the truth
Yeah it's fine, it's not my time
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Orchid
06:40
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Latin dance blur pass dismiss
If you’re there I’ll send a kiss
I'll careen by off of center
the tree of life traps keys of gender
Leaves dripping blood-stained dew
Stuck together, skin is glue
Orchids strung up at the treeline
Stamens sinking into wine
Latin dance kills pass the hit
Broke into a million bits
I grabbed the box, and at our urging
Lynch Hung his cleaver like a surgeon
Leaves dripping blood-stained dew
Stuck together, skin is glue
Orchids strung up at the treeline
Stamens sinking into wine
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Foxglove
05:34
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Somehow Absolved
From all that I said, so is there something more, yeah is there something more
I blacked out
All those conversations
it's talking to strangers
I'm talking to strangers
fall asleep forever
dreaming of the summer time
poisoning your heart
poisoning your mind
Embroiled in self disputes
The cold concrete
Approaching far to fast
What will you do hit it hard
alight like you're landing
Or alight like you're burning
What are you burning with
why are you doing this
Open my eyes I and you are gone
So Afraid of change but you're always on your feet
Waxing objective
Self-conscious Prerogative
I never asked for this
Somehow Absolved
From all that I said, so is there something more, yeah is there something more
I blacked out
All those conversations
it's talking to strangers
I'm talking to strangers
fall asleep forever
dreaming of the summer time
poisoning your heart
poisoning your mind
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