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🌃
00:55
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empty sun
04:35
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you can tell by the way their eyes don't meet
you can tell that you're swimming in their ocean
you can try to shake yourself free
but not outside the gaze of this empty sun
its indifferent light propped up every night
giving its warmth to everyone who doesn't need it
the killing moon may shine a brighter light
but it doesn't carry all the sting of regret
the streetlamps sing in fugues not directed at your path
and the clouds have work to do
they can't cover everyone (and you can do their math)
it's not hard to feel cast aside when you're new here
lost in crowds all the time like every night is new year's eve
carbon dioxide
you breathe out, it breathes in
all that you give
it takes and takes you out
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if you want to catch a train
from here to the upper west side of my brain
the last one left 30 seconds ago
to a place so far out i wouldn't care to know
you overflow with good intentions
but there's a lost cause you won't forget to mention
you say "we're all in this together"
but you mean i'm chained to you forever
or if you want to catch a flight
from here to the whites in my eyes
they're blocked by aviator sunglasses
(my own private witness)
you're a tourist in the canyons of my synapses
either static, or rapidly collapsing
all this to say with all apathy
to you, i'm not listening anymore
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bleed, pt. 2
05:47
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it's gone
03:50
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can you hear me through the wires in the sky
my soul's as good as sold to the screens in my eye
and i think i've lost my connection with you
or the blood in my i.v. is turning blue
and it's all gone
and it turns me on
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there, unspared
03:09
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nowhere
03:53
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seeing a train avoid the station
the cart before the horse
inevitable temptation
the race has run its course
nowhere is a place that finds you by your face
a thought you can't erase
you're walking at its pace
a blood drive run by vampires
awards to worse-performing
semen drawn from wires
invalidate everyone's suffering
nowhere is a place that comes without a trace
a thought you can't erase
you're dragged out at its pace
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sweet jesus
04:01
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sweet jesus
what the hell is happening
i awoke to hear bells deafening
laying supine with the ice on my back
december unravels: there's the first crack
sweet jesus
what the hell is happening
i awoke to see all glass shattering
we bore witness to the rising tide
but never once in my life did i think it could turn inside
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lucky
03:10
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saved by the sound
that keeps me tethered to the ground
i find myself in waves
so i preserve my soul on tape
just because i want this to cease
doesn't mean i can't find peace
i feel better because this exists here
o i feel holy when you hold me in your hands
oh, i feel good when i feel like you understand
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in another life
06:05
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there is no logic to anything
you're either alive or you aren't
are we are slowly burning
we could collapse in an instant
and though my chest is full
every day still feels like a miracle
another opportunity in another life to be free
success is living like a lotus
beautiful and anonymous
transient and floating
letting off every feeling
and though my chest is full
every day still feels like a miracle
another opportunity for another life to be free
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alec critten Swansea, UK
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