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White Noise Machine
01:48
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Those encouraging words
Still muffled beneath
White noise machine
Your chest was like glass
I slid my head up and all around
Your organs told me
What they wanted to say
And as they fade
I listen to you decay
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Roman Faces
02:40
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Slow motion, arms are raised
Open hills, Roman face
To sun, the mountains and trees
And fountains ripe with necessity
We still walk in awe
Our wares beside us
They’re beside us
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Love Song for a Beast
04:14
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Forge your name and your blood
With every word you’ve come to terms
And your body it glows
With bodies below
And your elbows still haunt me
Like a swift, cold dust
But we’ve all heard about death
Beast
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Little Fortress
01:18
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Don’t you see what I’ve done?
Don’t you see what I’ve done?
Little fortress, little hope
On the couch in resting mode
When the summer sinks the patterns we hold
So speak, speak
With words of the moment
And eyes of conviction
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Conversational Exorcism
03:47
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Here comes the storm
Making waves in the sand
With a muted chaos
Behind a window, grand
And I worry, if it wants to stay
That I’ll run out of things to say
Here comes the storm
See its old veiny hand
A plastic necklace and tap water
To make it be gone
Here comes the storm
Feel it bulging in your pants
A plastic necklace and tap water
To make it be gone
Light harasses a prism
During conversational exorcism
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Skyline
02:35
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We look up
In a big, dark room
You were like time
And I am the skyline
Pointing north
Sink your teeth in the moon
Proclaim your words as truths
And hold your city
It’s my city too
There’s this strange pull
Keeps us down
Do yourself that favor
Submit to the ground
Inject your mouth with wine
And I am the skyline
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For the Young Night
04:49
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You once said
When you’d wake from the dead
Your head near the fence
Wondering what you did
And why do you need to repent
And does it really matter
To anyone in the end
And when you ride that wave
Toward land
You arrive to a face full of sand
But it’s alright
For the night is young
And you are but an infant in time
You once said
That the most clouded of heads
Are lost to the most intimately alone
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Some of my friends are man-made
And some of them are lakes
Some are both of which
But I couldn’t say
We are easily veiny trees
Congregations
They meet at our feet
And we’ll be still
As we humor the ill
With tales of restless chill
Sirens will guide me
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