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Still Life
06:19
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Twin sun familiar
Did I die inside her?
Blue sphere of clay, of dirt
A big-time designer
It's not that far and it's pulling me in
Might be better than where I are if it's Earth in its infantile form
A bluish crab, inside out bovidae
A man with three eyes, six limbs, hollow hole for his head
Material's visible from the ditch in the clay
And all of these things they are, they're more statue than dead
The planet is covered in your tracks
It's just another day when I will find you
Stop slacking off
Sketchbook divinity, eighty eyes per paper
Ink skin with scribbles in, but sand makes bad creatures
The brabby things infest every page
Redolent without blink with no hermits in head
I know what more you have undone
It's just another day when I will find you
Stop slacking off
You haven't discovered what we need
So it's just another day when I will find you
Stop slacking off
Just another day 'til one dies
And it will be me, so good bye
Say "good bye!"
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[Verse 1]
"Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet consectet"
was the extent of thought in my head,
a vacuum awaiting command.
You fought into me and planted ghostly purposes.
[Chorus 1]
Took my body, took my soul,
took my will, my self-control
stolen from me lys ago. (Oh.)
I don't share your naïve holy self-destructive goal. (Oh.)
But keep it. You need this. You stay. I'll go.
Let go, and I'll go. I will go,
and I will be whole.
[Verse 2]
Hello?
I don't suppose you can understand me.
Language is not really my something.
Really, I don't understand you neither,
nor all your half-baked metaphors.
[Chorus 2]
It's my structure. It's my mind.
I don't want to stay combined.
Leave me behind.
Let me go. (Oh.)
Child of light, stay the fight, but I don't want this life. (Oh.)
I'm sorry to leave you to be alone.
This war is just not my problem,
so take me away, guardian.
I don't want to stay.
[Bridge]
Wait. I have to tell you something before I phase.
I remember clearer things as my soul-lid frays.
Are you listening?
Are you listening?
Can you understand?
I'm trying to tell you something.
Oh god, what... what are you doing?
You're really gonna do... THAT... now?
Please stop.
Hello?
Stop now. Stop now. Stop now. Stop now.
Stop now.
Please.
[Chorus 3]
God is hiding in the stars;
you've done right to come this far,
but there are more than you know. (Oh.)
Yours is cruel. Mine is kind. There are four to find. (Oh.)
The artist, he's evil. He'll be your guy.
K. Bye.
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Citats
02:17
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He’s her mangle in body and eye, a quivering pulp, hideous, and he split
my chosen son. Twin spirits as one. The static zombie makes me to destroy
crawling sparkles, burn set in the dust, sight-sucking sound following in spirit,
hiding inside the pattern, under the atom in the center of his eye.
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April 1830 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
[April 1830] are a [Philadelphia] band that makes [progressive rock] and [pop] about [pig failure] and [outer space pantheon].
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