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Balloon Car
05:52
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Saying goodbye to my mother and father
(I'm drifting away even farther and farther)
Saying goodbye to my brothers and others
(I'm drifting away even faster and faster)
Saying goodbye to my lovers and rubber
(I'm drifting away so ill wonder and wonder)
Saying goodbye to my mother and father
(I'm drifting away so ill suffer and suffer)
Since, I am closing the door and shutting the lights,
saying goodbye and saying goodnight,
fucking my sorrows and leaving tomorrow,
leaving our child to starve because...
Build me a church door with questions and answers
I’m drifting away so ill suffer and suffer since
I know this:
We were meant to have
Children worth building,
I’m killing every last shred of what nature forbids us,
I’m taking every last sex because
I know this
We were meant to have
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And when I wake up, able to focus my eyes on the pleasures of laughter and sex, seemingly infinite ties to the world lay me to waste
Take this lighter
Hold it tight
There’s a slight shift
In my sight
I must confront the interface for summoning the flies:
to sacrifice my body to its mud, to be humbled
And when I wake up, able to focus my eyes on the pleasures of laughter and sex, seemingly infinite ties to the world lay me to waste
I see darkness, I see light:
compressing millions of years worth of fossils of my own design
with piercings forming a personal cruciform
Nature uncovers the greater ability to do what I say:
compressing millions of years worth of fossils by my own design
with piercings forming a personal cruciform
And when I wake up, able to focus my eyes on the pleasures of laughter and sex, seemingly infinite ties to the world, rapidly melt through my fingers again
...seemingly infinite ties to the world, rapidly melt through my fingers again
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Where will you be when I sacrifice your world:
Fear not,
Histories align
The currency of ammonites
indulging a fantasy where nature manufactures
utilities of stone
(to cater every need)
Fear not,
Histories align
Ammonites form an array beneath my feet
Indulging a fantasy where nature manufactures shit for me
Their timeless weight reduced to that of a car accident
Their world cast in tire tracks
preserved only by the sun
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What will you find when you crack away at stone
formed of the purest fulgurite summoned from the sky
Where will you be when I sacrifice your world
Where will you be, where will you be
What will you find when you crack away at stone
Formed of the purest fulgurite summoned from the sky
Finally, I understand its weight
with my own two hands
Solid needles of laughter
pierce through every pore
Formed of the purest fulgurite summoned from the sky
Finally, I understand its weight
with my own two hands
This is what you’ll find when you crack away at stone
Show me the place where
nature builds its tryptamine
Show me the place where
nature hides its dmt
Show me a trilobite of glass
There’s a butterfly reflecting
lightning through the sky
Their currency inducing
Laughter in my mind
(We’ll see in the end)
Oh
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Dodecachrist
07:04
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Feeling I’ve been here before and
Feeling I’ve died here before
Feeling I’ll live here again and again
and it kills me to know that I’ll say it again
Washing ashore
Breathing the floor
Feeling ashamed,
Feeling my life wasn't great and
Feeling the weight of that constantly
pull the bags down on my face
Feeling I’ve been here before and
Feeling I’ve died here before
Feeling I’ll live here again and again
and it kills me to know that I’ll say it again
Pouring champagne
Marry a Jane
Feeling a pain
Feeling my life wasn't great and
Feeling the weight of that constantly
pull the bags down on my face
Feeling I’ve been here before and
Feeling I’ve died here before
Feeling I’ll live here again and again
and it kills me to know that I’ll say it again
Jacking me off
Feeling so lost
Hating my mind
Hating the smoke from the sides
Feeling that man is unworthy of feelings I bottle inside
Feeling I’ve been here before and
Feeling I’ve died here before
Feeling I’ll live here again and again
and it kills me to know that I’ll say it again
Fucking me off
Feeling me soft
Hating my mind
Hating the smoke from the sides
Feeling that man is unworthy of feelings I bottle inside
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Dodecachrist Baltimore, Maryland
Sound/Visual project
Baltimore/Manhattan
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