1. |
Below The Sun
05:15
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We'll gouge your eye out for burning us in the daylight for we are all one one-ton flying ham so Helios close your mouths now.
Flutter under cloudtops in the pondmilk.
We'll devour you from inside.
We→I
Where did my murder go?
I...uh...I did not prepare for this
They've shown no bravery before, though
Soft sand dressed up as stone
A caustic stink curdles and croaks inside my throat.
No, it won't be easy, but I could die a hero!
So [kcuf] all ten hundred of you then!
When I kill I'll kill alone.
Over Tellurium, like an atom in a pond,
something is pressing me down. Well...
I guess resistance is to be expected from thatTHATthat...
I need to watch my wing.
Omnikiller and king,
surely you know that I'm here,
but I can't die today.
The air is far too thin.
Somethin' inside my skin moves and then it's better.
I feel dizzy.
I'm out of oxygen.
It's getting hard to think now.
The universe is like a
ONETHEHUNDREDFLESHBALLOONINGTURNEDEIGHTYELLOWBILLIONSPONGYONESKINHUNDREDLIKERADIATIONFIVEAHONEYCOMBMILLIONONEWITHHUNDREDLARGESICKNINEBLACKOFFENSIVETHOUSANDLUMPSDRIPPINGONEHUNDREDOFFONEOFSTENCHMYBONESGONEEYESINFECTIOUSPUTRIDONEHUNDREDEIGHTFOULBODYBILLIONAUTOMUMMIFIEDONESOULHUNDREDISITFIVETHEMILLIONNATUREDISMALONEHUNDREDOFCRIESSINANDNINETOMOANSTERMINATEANDTHOUSANDSIGHSONEBOILINGHUNDREDINONETHETERRORSMYEYESOFBODYONEOHANOTHEREIGHTONEOHFIVEBLANKFLUIDNINEWORLDONEOHONE
Honey drips off of me,
and grows back like a black mold.
I swell to double that mountain.
POP!
I'm whole
I'm gone
I'm whole
Below the sun, a shark in a bowl, eye trained on Icarus, and maw a gaping hole
Omnikiller and king, you can do anything, but you can't look up my sleeve.
I can't die, for some reason.
Is that you?
It doesn't seem like you...
It's got too many eyes.
This little pig went to the sun.
This little pig should have stayed home.
This little DON'T YOU TELL ME TO STOP.
Wait! This is the best part...
I am going to die.
We are all going to die.
Light beam all spit in my eye.
We are all going to die.
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2. |
Light Forever
05:33
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Citrine field ablaze
Illusory gaze
Stretching out interminably
Tangerine esca
Oh, I see the scorch marks
Grasping the wood box of flies (and it's mine!)
My tongue ached for your eye
Bacon atmospheres
A fishy ooze pools at my hooves mixing with
Your fire spit pulls me slithering down your tongue into your neck
Vitreous warmth and sweaty grip
I am SLUDGECRIME
But a breath keeps churning in my air-mind
Though my eyes are burning
Scratching out, falling, plants, grows back again
Alive
I have invented a game called Numbers Game
It makes the ages and every second feel the same
So drink hellfire, it tastes like wine
But it won't put out the Thames
Why did I think I would?
You are not the creature that I thought you were
I am MUDSWINE
But a breath keeps churning in my mind
Though my eyes are burning
Scratching out, falling, plants grow back again
And VENUS DIES
And the cage and I self-sanguinize
Eyes wither, grow, but slower as that hole expands within
Ah! ah! ah! A-a-ah! A-a-a-ah!
Ah! ah! ah! A-a-ah! A-a-ah!
I am SNOTCHYME
Knotted capsullaries choke my heart
It won't start
Wireframe flame lapping the blood that sits at my feet
Will we ALL DIES?
I would rather not do that again so me
ALL LIVES
Blank heat sphere's walls collapse in gripping me
With OPEN EYES
And I steal the red and speed my mind
I'm all's left, all right
Heaven's teeth spew out in chunks on me
And a BLACK EYE winks to me all hammy
Eat me, spuming mouth of darkness
Supermassive sucker angel hair
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3. |
Flutter
05:57
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Churning back through time.
White void open wide.
Pulling at the eye, I glance. I'm
born again.
All the world is an alien bread underneath hoof these.
Melted down with no longer a body-mind, only with mind-body.
In my mind, in a painting, some butter flies, flitting its wings from me.
Blows a kiss and all airs turn to sand on me (fluttering beige-ish leaves).
I am the absence,
I'm hot chemical,
and I'm on fire,
but I don't feel a thing at all;
it's numb, an empty dull.
Let me be butter.
Butter is a whole.
It swiftly flies.
I don't move an inch,
a greasy dark singularly wet bone.
Flutter hard, but it don't really change a thing;
can't even feel these wings.
Flutter hard, but the ache doesn't go away;
freezing the lefthoof stain.
Shifting cracks in a skull I no longer have
screws in the inner eyes,
and how I think of how graceful butter flies.
Butter can flutter high.
Shape this sculptured head,
but not stone I dread.
Stuck to the breadvas.
Nothing I can do but sleep in-and-out.
(breaEA-aeE!Aeathe)
Stuck to the bread, I
heal and I want to be butter instead.
(breaEA-aeE!Aeathe)
Breathe in my kind-of-almost-miracle.
Oh, shan't I die?
Why don't you put me back in the museum with other flies?
Breathe out my spine, almost clerical,
and I'm on fire.
A caterpillar in the mud gets up.
Look! He's all dressed!
Catter imagines painted statuettes.
They're all of him
(the future him who will be beautiful butter in rain.)
And all I can ponder in stony cocoon
is that I...
I truthfully don't like the taste of milk, so take me home.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to push off here.
There's no air to breathe in.
Strength crawls out between dry ribs,
keep my metaphysics in.
There's no warmth inside me left.
There's no air to breathe in.
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4. |
Static
05:40
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cast myself a new trace...
an unfamiliar face...
you are me...
Try not to remember.
Just try to become her.
Set fire to the statue.
Pretend that it's not you.
I don't want to go to bed...
I want to stay in my head...
my daydream...
Pig dreams of a sailor.
She dreams of a failure.
Try not to remember.
Just try to see
past the cave where shadows sway.
Why don't they please just go away?
Fuck off away.
Century spanning is improbable,
so flutter away.
Flying pigs are plain impossible.
Sleep wandering shadow cries, "it's too much every night."
Caffeine lick my veins.
I don't want to sleep again.
wick flame rises
brand new sizes
does it even matter anymore?
I will dive in deep in the cave and finally block out the sun.
Fuel nightmares
deep into the dark flooding sea where I will die (self-sacrifice). Block out the cave where all dreams are made.
Let me win. Pull me in.
Hermit crab is staring at me with fantasy danced in its eyes I never knew. They’re all greenish blue.
Eyes go thin. Crabby spin!
Hermit crab is smiling at me, villainous grin, cackling yak, approaches he, brandishing his claws.
Evil grin. Happy to sin.
Hermit crab is dancing on me. As I give in, lungs out of air, he smiles at me brandishing a knife.
Hermit crab is looking at me, and I don't mind it.
Hermit crab is smiling at me, and I return it.
Hermit crab is dancing on me. I think he's shining.
Hermit crab is stabbing my chest.
I breathe a final sigh of relief, but then it dies in.
Wake up with a start where's the bed, but I can't find it
Static is the hole in my head, and I'm reminded
the shadows cast the world from inside it, not the opposite.
I see you. I swear I do. Have I seen you before? I swear it's you.
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5. |
Hypoventelation
04:36
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Rotting log
Disintegrating bog
Headless mare
Tempestuous northern air
Violent swinging
Chokes on the wire
Eyes shutter
Says no more
And dies
Arms hang long, insensible
Oh, make me Holy; I’m defective, I’m told
Like a sneeze that peters and dies, hate-fueled love splinters
Hypoventilation
Know it doesn’t really-
“Talking doll, I’m growing far too old. Please let me hear you again. The skull that does contain you is shrinking, and the sinew is snapping. You can break the stones away. Carve a door from dreams and wake.”
Silent stare
Disintegrating prayer
Heedful mare
The mind has disappeared
I would scream if I had the air, but I don’t think I care...
(fair)
Oxygen's so tricky to find
Hate left hope lonely
Leave your soul lying dead (voiceless)
Like a sneeze that peters alive
I’m dying
If only that were true
Anyway
Know, it doesn’t really matter
It doesn’t really matter
Oxygentle shatter me bones
Oh, kiss me sorely sobbing
And tear through my eye
(Voiceless)
Peel the dry blood caking my lungs
Oh god unholy
(OH GOD UNHOLY)
HyperventElation
Bled memory
You swallow me
Inside a healing case
Irrevery
You follow me
It was worth Heaven
Ephemery
Still betters me
Knocked in a new wind in my sail-of-sea
Unhollow me with renewed levin
The mind, emotion born in the mind
Delight, uprising fast and filled
Golden the cup, I drink it up
And breathe my spirit in
Heaven is near to mind,
Delight of the mind
Look on the light and make me clear
To purge a soul and cleanse it of the dust inside a hole
Heaven
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6. |
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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7. |
The March
03:03
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I've been here ten thousand years and haven't found a door.
The typewriter's run out of ink but clicks just like before.
Hands pressed down, the keys are saws, and soon the moon will wane.
I fear that I may never die, and only I'm to blame.
Father pendulum could point to any book or brab,
and when it does he'll point to me, and maybe we'll confab.
Thence from throat, out of my reach, he'll choke up butter knives,
and I will smile as he attacks and let go of my life.
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8. |
Schweinetag Everlasting
09:06
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Who are you, the shadow that has locked me here?
Eyes so blue, reflecting sky that isn't clear.
I'm perpetual machine that watches every corner gleam to see if something moves at all.
Can't discern the dreams from life. They're set the same and nothing changes in all the horses I've recalled.
Who are you? I thought that you would soon be here.
Nothing moves. I can no longer track the years.
Who are you, and can't we get this over with?
Omni eyes stop staring and come out to fight.
Here comes the man with eyes.
Each time, I see him melt, and he's closer to the ground.
This time, he quakes and falls. He falls.
There goes the man with eyes.
Light shine ahead.
Light glow in.
Light go dead.
Seemly real.
Seemly not.
As above, so inside her.
Screecht, like a pin as it falls to the floor, like an itch that the dirt scratches at violently.
Falling up gravityless.
Lack of wet. Lack of air.
Lack of whet. Lack of air.
NOW FREEZE, FEARFUL FREAK. DON'T TRY TO RUN AWAY. HOW DO YOU MOVE AUTONOMOUSLY? UGLY RESEMBLANCE TO MY CLAY, I CAN PERCEIVE YOU. SO DON'T TRY TO HIDE IN THE PAINTINGS OR BETWEEN THE STATUES. I'D NEVER DECEIVE YOU. JUST TELL ME YOUR SECRETS.
COOPERATE. JUST TRUST THE LORD OF STARDUST. STAY. STAY. GOOD. WAIT.
AW, NOW YOU'RE STUCK IN A HOLE. REALLY I LIED. I DECEIVED YOU. I JUST WANNA GET A LOOK AT YOUR SOUL BECAUSE I DON'T RECOGNIZE IT. AND I CAN'T GET HOW YOU WORK. TELL ME NOW WHERE YOU CAME FROM. OVERCOMPLICATED TANGLE OF WIRES. I THINK I NEED TO LOOK CLOSER.
STOP YOUR SHAKING AND YOUR MICTURITION.
I ONLY CARE ABOUT YOUR COMPOSITION.
ODD TINY BOXES ALIGN INSIDE, WRIGGLE AROUND, CONTROL AND FORM A WHOLE. THEY'RE SEMI INDEPENDENT BEINGS WITHOUT A SOUL, ONLY MECHANICAL. EYES CONNECT TO MACHINE WET, POOR FUNCTION AND POOR FORM, AN INEFFICIENTLY WASTEFUL DESIGN CRAVING EXCESS. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. YOU ARE A MOCKERY.
SO I WANNA MAKE A SWIFT DECISION:
YOU WON'T MAKE IT THROUGH THE EXHIBITION,
SO GET READY FOR A DEMOLITION.
HAPHAZARD BASTARD DON'T SING. DON'T TRY TO HIDE YOUR THOUGHTS. I HEAR THEM BURBLING. YOU'VE COME TO KILL ME, I KNOW. HOW CUTE, AND HOW'D THAT GO? HOW WAS THE CONQUERING? YOU'RE WHAT THEY WANT TO BE KING. NO KING COULD BE THIS LOW PATHETIC MOCKERY. I SEE THE JESTER AND JAPE YOU ARE. THE GUILLOTINE IS WAITING TO RELEASE.
AND NO I WASN'T THE SOURCE OF YOUR PERDITION.
BUT I WANT TO TELL YOU MY POSITION.
I DON'T THINK YOU'RE WORTHY OF COGNITION,
SO YOU'LL BE SUBJECT TO A REPETITION.
Light shine in head.
Lack of where. Lack of when.
Seemly real. Seemly not.
Scratches at violently.
HOLD IN YOUR PLACE, YOU NONSTAR, YOU DEFACEMENT OF ALL THAT I'VE MADE, OH OF ALL THAT IS HOLY. YOUR EYE AND HEART ARE IMPURE. YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE MADE MORE, BUT YOUR DEATH WOULD JUST BE A WASTE. INSTEAD, I KNOW HOW TO USE YOU.
PAWN DIVINE, TRUE PURPOSE NEARS.
YOU ARE MINE TO SHAKE HER FEARS.
SHE WILL DROWN A THOUSAND TIMES.
PUT HER DOWN. IMPOSSIBLE CRIMES
SQUEEZE HER HEART AND DRAIN IT DRY.
PULL APART HER SOUL. SHE CRIES, "PAWN DIVINE."
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9. |
Entering Orbit Phase One
04:57
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I've botched everything. I've botched everything.
I'm not fine, but
I'm returning now. I'm returning now.
It's all I have wanted for years, for years I have.
It's all I've wanted.
Held on by the neckline on by the neck.
He is here, and it can't be good. No, it can't be good.
It appears that he has a vile plan, and I can't disobey.
And when I try to warn them, they will say,
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU."
and
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU."
and
"I DON'T BELIEVE."
With an iron left glance, he is entering orbit phase one.
Doesn't give me a chance. He is entering orbit phase one.
I'm so close, I can... I'm so close, I can just reach out,
and I'll touch again.
I will feel again anything.
Oh, please let me feel again. Please let me feel something again.
And when I try to warn them, they will say,
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU."
and
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU."
and
"I DON'T BELIEVE."
With a withered left-hand-man, he is entering orbit phase one.
None can know what he plans. He is entering orbit phase one.
PAY ATTENTION AND SHUT UP, AND THEN MAYBE YOU'D KNOW WHAT WE PLANNED.
Steels an iron left glance, he is entering orbit phase one.
IT'S NOT HARD. UNDERSTAND IT. JUST SHUT UP.
Does he know how to dance? He is entering orbit phase one.
He is entering orbit phase
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