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i lost it all in the worst of the seasons
the sickness spread with a sense of regret
my eyes refuse to focus to exist
this lack of self does its best to forget
a split lip will only tell of the shock its felt
broken fingers only write of the end
the concrete has glued my lips and my teeth shut
i've fallen short of what my breathing demands
i've lost track in this isolation
a wasps nest between the hollows of my eyes
my skin crawls with the weight of this brevity
i force myself to relive your goodbyes
theres no forgiveness in the rows and the columns
each night and day is the same
i crave the breathlessness, the lack of severity
its all the nothingness again and again and
armed violence is self-preservation
weightlessness in a pool of defeat
i spew the gravel from the pit of my throat
with the rattlesnakes grazing on the skin of my feet
theres no sign of life on the other end
if i'd've asked for help what would i have been met with?
we don't exist the same, the footing shifted
you carve your time in the wall
i'll forge myself in this sickness
self violence is routine, impatient
the stained glass caught my eyes in the ending
glorified is a means to an end
i'm uprooted from my place on the ceiling,
silken and sunken, seeking only forgiveness
and i'll apologize through the blood in my teeth
and i'll let go as my feet leave the floor
remember me how the fuck you will
i'll spend the eons wondering what my body was for
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Crisco Disco
02:25
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i'm goaded out of my skin, i see nothing
i feel the everything thats predestined
a ship crashing on abandoned islands
survivors make do with the horrors they're handed
my insides have frozen themselves shut
my body disregards its own limitations
the hammer drops on my broken feet
treasonous is my skeleton, lonesome and vacant
a touch and go life, a guilt to be purchased
a car pile up, the turnpike is infinite
we keep our stolen voices low in the sunlight
whos to say your patronage is forgiven?
nothing feels good anymore, the cliche's imminent
a walking canvas, mistake my limbs for projection
i reached out just for a passing glance
and i failed the initial inspection
and all the lonesome, loathsome and boring
at a loss, inept in due diligence
theres no contingency, formidable skin and bones
i guess i should've tried harder at existence
i still feel the loss of your leaving
i'm just a playwright, predicted redundancy
a full bodied nosebleed, a withering away
who's to say compliance will grant you clemency?
i hate knowing anything about you now
after all this time it feels like losing ground
we catch goodbyes in a crowded hallway
i feel my insides melt to nothing now
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Chekov Batman
02:50
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common conundrum, wax-out the difference
beat on my skull till the tissue takes pertinence
loose-leaf my eyes, with a burning from underneath
Lincoln saw stars, i bet that could be me some day
"Shallow dream chaser, you became nothingness"
give us this day! all our bread came in suffering,
sluggish and cold, only bones break the sentences
i want the depth, if theres anything left after me
i think i got what i sought after
i think i'm dealt by a crooked hand
i want the blood to escape from my mouth
i want the leisurely passing advance
i caught a bad case of carnal contempt
i gave my body to bedding and dirt
i reclaimed every starry-eyed sickness
i revel in sympathetic and hurt
bask in the undergrowth yellowed by sun
focus all of your will on the coming undone
can i cave into moss? can i weep for a lesser?
a festering fear, heavy handed for better
the gristle of grit gargled into my teeth
like a moth to a flame, like a jolt towards defeat
blinking only this once and now i'll never sleep again
only ghosts bode forgiveness from finicky hands
and i'm lost, can you come and find me?
i'm one with the folklore romanced and untimely
a cackle. cacophony, love me just like
only you can outdo, only you see the light
swallowing gallons of salty and substance-less envy
a Chekhov fortelling, a cosmic percepting
collection of lonesome, the taste of a something
when my skull opens up from behind i'll know serenity
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Pigs
03:08
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at every corner stone, in every heat wave
an indispensable megaladons teeth crack
the yellowed pavement moves slow as the boot sinks
into the river open-mouthed in the feedback
i watch the eons pass with a brutality
indiscernible from modern disfunction
a mothers cry serves only as casualty
to a parading force, proud and unquestioned
if a flag is a god does a siren cry altruist?
if a bullet breathes life is defiance an empty fist?
if a nation is built on the backs of a slaughtered hymn
does protection of criminals only boost pride and innocence?
come wallow in gutters built by thieves in the making
a shock felt, a burning socket just consumes itself
on faulty brakes we speed through empty apologies
a knee breaks on already paved concrete
i look alive in the time of a falling Rome
the tongue loose in the mouth of complacency
the giants den burns down to the mess he's made
and his skin is torn by mouths that he's refused to feed
a millennium gave birth to the unrest
a scene of squalor, forced on lips only aching
unyielding status can't protect you from the debts unpaid
i see the streets run blue and give ways only to waves of gray
and someday. some way, pigs will pay
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i shed the gray familiarity
stuffed into backseats, ashamed and inconvenient
i breathe in diseased comfortability
a bruised ego bleeding to the changing of the seasons
jaw locked out of reason and remedy,
i'm sleep walking through the passing seconds
a lack-thereof elevated and weightless
i felt the beauty, my insides deconstructed on canvas
did you believe what the walls tried telling you?
a break through in the art of concession
an emptiness to gorgeous to pass up
a life lived from a drowners perspective
a voice on the phone, i can't make out the words
i forced the decades, the frame so insecure
i didn't mean to sound pathetic
but i didn't mean to sound so sure
i'm bathed in dreaming
i gave my skull to the song of the hammers swing
a drunk walk home from the closet door
catching wide-eyed looks from nonexistent things
watch my skin grow gardens from the holes in my ribs
i fell in desperate love with the way you sing
for what its worth, i've lived through your shattered muscles
a reformation i wanted so bad to believe
is there an ending? i'd love to see it
i can't keep up i never knew that i could call
is there recovery? can you believe it?
i need so bad to be all alone
everything is so loud, every rotation is too draining
i wanna go home
thats nowhere, i'm nothing
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i am losing again
a sunburn encroaching on abandoned skin
i burrow deep in the holes of a once loved name
with the abandonment, the focus on the sealed away
i'll watch from corners just subsiding on the "could've beens"
if i'd been born as anything other than this
i watch you sleep outside among the weeds with envy
swallowed dreams you had to forge a life less empty
i'm tending barren roots expecting rain again
i had my fill of the rot, gruesome and saccharine
i've lived as disregard, a frame had set in place
with the astonishment writ on an eroding face
and can you see what i've given into?
is it enough to make you smile?
i'm weathered frames and button-down eyesores
the vegetation poses as worthwhile
and when the bricks are all abandoned
ripped from the teeth of my uncut mouth
i'll sit in longing for a once loved shoreline
did you take it? can i use it one last time?
and i hope i burn down
like houses in abandoned states
too broken to be rekindled
swallowed by an overwhelming flame
i hope that i start drowning
before i even learn to swim
i hope its easier to say
what i've been avoiding until then
and i hope you come to realizations you've never loved me
i hope the space between my eyes bursts open,
a cleansing, a sweet release
i hope the tires combust, the engine fails,
the frame all crumbles inward
and with the final thoughts spoken from my last breath:
excuse in gruesome detail
this is the end
the tension softened
the great collapse that i've been dreaming of
this erosion
a breath taking view
a blackness that exists just below the lungs
this is forgiveness.
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Valley View Huntington, West Virginia
Hi! We’re a punk band from WV. Thank you for stopping by.
Avery - guitar
Brad - bass
Chris - drums
Dane - vox
Garret - guitar
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