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Limp Wrists
05:21
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I’ve spent a lot of time on my knees
lying prostrate at your feet
begging for some understanding
Why would you make me this way?
Is this a closet or a sanctuary?
Salvation or a noose?
You stay silent as I raise the blade
and rend my burning soul anew
I penned a death wish with my limp wrists
I’ll walk this path alone
Another step into the abyss
I’ll make your hell my home
Like a scene from a Dionysian nightmare,
bleeding my veins dry into communion wine,
thy cup overfloweth with the tearing of fresh scars
I view the overwrought crucifix of an impassioned god,
eyes downcast and lifeless,
gasping for air from the scarring despair of sermons of brimstone and burning refuse
I move my eyes down from that old, rotten totem and pull out a match for my brothers in Sodom,
setting my form ablaze like a passionate shrew,
burning the old to make way for the new
Scatter my ashes in your garden and I will nourish you forever
Don’t despair at my molting, I’ll return from the pyre
As a wise beetle once said,
“Why not be utterly changed into fire?”
I penned a death wish with my limp wrists
I’ll walk this path alone
Another step into the abyss
I’ll make your hell my home
I'll make your hell my home (x4)
I penned a death wish with my limp wrists
I’ll walk this path alone
Another step into the abyss
I’ll make your hell my home
Self-immolation is a small price to pay for the liberation of the body
Pleasures of the flesh outweigh the false promise of salvation
As I combust in your arms, let my final gasp be heard
I’ll make your hell my home.
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This is not for you.
05:36
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I wish you could see me now
I still want to fucking die but it got better
You would’ve found your peace
It's hard to recall your face
Which cheek has that scar?
I look in your pale blue eyes and see the lake where we spent
our last languid summer,
downing glasses of dandelion wine
Everything perfect, everything in its place
How did I know it would be the end?
Memories of you flash by like lovers
skipping rocks on the shores of my mind
I wish i could have seen you thrive
You’ve paid your penance
Release yourself
You’ve suffered enough
Release yourself, my friend
You’ve shown us our scars
Release yourself
You’ve suffered enough
Release yourself, my friend
You were the third ring to my Borromean heart
You knew that I’d simply fall apart with your leaving
yet I couldn’t convince you to plant your feet on the ground,
sow your seeds across the earth with me,
roots twisting in rocky soil but we know not the extent we could’ve grown
You were most comfortable on indigo nights with stars in your hair,
so many planets tantalizingly close yet distant, unreachable, unknowable
Did you dream of skyscrapers?
Upon which floor does penitence dwell, and how far would you climb?
You were destined for a world far away from this one
the Elysian fields of your passive reveries
At the top of the tower, you saw god, or the absence thereof, and made your peace
Breathing in sulfur and lavender, you unfurled waxpaper wings
and took flight.
For one frail moment, a pierian daydream
I thought you had learned to fly
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3. |
Interlude
01:51
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4. |
Suicide of the Astronaut
02:40
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A nihilist’s compassion
as we inch towards ruin
Progress breeds destruction
Profit proffers death
We offer nothing
to this sacred earth
Leave no trace behind
Take your final breath
We spend so much time trying to make sense of it all,
searching for purpose and merit in a lost cause
We fail to realize that nothing we see is real,
none of it matters
Everything returns to dust in time
Everything we perceive is false
Everything we perceive is false
Everything we perceive is false
and we’ll keep nothing in the end
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Peine forte et dure
04:48
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I know you hear the siren’s call
Will you listen?
Will you take me too?
How could you suffer alone?
How could you suffer alone?
What of those you’ll leave behind?
Will they forgive you?
Who will clean the mess you’ll make?
How could you suffer alone?
How could you suffer alone?
Why did we mutilate ourselves?
Why didn't I fucking die?
You won’t suffer alone
Your scars match my own
The house, the lake, the front porch
The stairs, the light, the bathtub
The knife, the stench, the bloodletting
Our house, our lake, our front porch
You won’t suffer alone
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+CAREGIVER+ Nashville, Tennessee
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