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ghosts gone wrong
02:04
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strung up nice & neat
by freckle & fingernail
these bodies are but hosts
for ghosts gone wrong
divine embodiment
ripping at the seams
resisting existence
for so long
collectively self-conscious
we mourn ourselves the most
picking at the stitches
til they bleed
bruised knees & a broken spirit
masochism turned out to be
the perfect little monster to feed
lost in the afterglow
of several uncertainties
these bodies are but hosts
for ghosts let free
this rising tide of particles
has made a mess of me
alive when the lightning
first struck the sea
but what are we
to do if not forget
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spook me out
02:48
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spook me out with yr caustic kiss
yr my satanic miss
i see you coming over right now
spook me out with yr baby bites
my creature of the night
right now right now
spook me out with yr lumen eyes
yr milky moonlight thighs
let's take it to the graveyard
spook me out with yr sharpened hands
i'll obey yr command
just let me give it to you so hard
i'm a boy with a tortured head
i like my girls half-dead & spooky
yr a girl with a horror-heart
you like boys ripped apart & spooky
we're all ripped apart boys
& half-dead girls
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now we are sinners
02:14
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he comes to me upon
whispering horseshoes
knocks on my window to
bring me the good news
jesus looks down from
his cross on the shelf
while i try to rip off
my chastity belt
father's asleep in
his big wooden seat
he's having a fit
there are things to defeat
inside of his head but
i cannot blame him
he clutches the bible
like it's gonna save him
we go around upon
whispering horseshoes
outside their windows
to bring them the good news
life isn't always so
proper & pious
we're in it for blood
just go out & try us
eyes on my mouth
baby now we are sinners
smiling like mad
baby now we are sinners
he wants to forget
but i cannot blame him
he clutches my body
like it's gonna save him
but his girl's a goner
this whole world is still gonna harm her
nothing will ever be enough
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undertow
01:51
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suzie rode a submarine
thru big tsunami tears
asking fish what love means
because it feels a lot like fear
time it took the best of her
thru suicide charades
four winds howling death to her
the tropics were enraged
casting shadows all across
the ocean floor galore
the octopi & albatross
& urchins more & more
are lurking thru the hurricanes
& monsoons of her mind
there's no use stirring yr pain
makes best of borrowed time
be weary of the undertow
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hate yrself
01:51
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cold coats give the smokers away
heavy hearts come out to play
no one knows it's yr birthday
so smoke them to the bone
yr coffin chest is here to stay
you won't go home alone
do the chains get heavy dear
one more scar for one more year
wrap yr worries in vice & sin
put on yr most convincing grin
does it ever get easier
how do i make it easier
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take a stab at a new mishap
dream in corners not yr own
look alive hi how're you doing
is this heaven hell or home
i'm a hound & yr a beauty
such a sweetheart don't make sense
but i'm trying all my hardest
there's been a death in providence
in between a nervous breakdown
& a nihilistic trip
i swear i heard our blessed mama
telling me to get a grip
in the midst of all this madness
my baby saves me from the stress
we go out dancing in the cosmos
waiting for our last caress
the vibrant sun sank thru
each shade of moon
i gave you my love for heart-keeps
no take-backs
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