1. |
Spine City
01:05
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Bodies on loan. Sewn, overgrown.
Bypass the muscle to excise the bone.
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2. |
On The Margins
01:32
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On the margins of some hyphenated words.
Liminal definitions of what's spurned.
Less through for more brought unlearned.
Fit to tie a white lie unnerved.
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3. |
Isang Bagsak
01:06
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Occupation. Annexation, Colonization.
Sick thoughts steer us along,
On a dead ship, headed straight for loss.
We didn't come on ships just to pick grapes.
We didn't come just to bow to your race.
We didn't come to have spit on our face.
Our history is not yours to erase.
Isang Bagsak.
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4. |
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My veins contract, the poison reacts
A love met with conditions.
Sever the ties, save blackened eyes
A life filled with collisions.
You haunt everything you touch.
Your words mean nothing when your mouth's full of mud.
If you were never alive, could you be a ghost?
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5. |
Bad Blood
00:58
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Constructs. Gates are shut.
Bad blood. Steady fuck.
Right. Wrong what's left out.
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6. |
Swallow
02:02
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Swallowing sinewy, grit laden gnash.
Your mouth is an ashtray, burnt bits and scraps.
A chorus of fingernails scream on the chalkboard.
Ringing a harmony, grinding my teeth.
Innocent blood on your lips.
There's no taste, just emptiness.
Fading lights conspire to put out this dying fire.
A fatal blow to a sinking script.
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7. |
Fill My Mouth With Dirt
01:45
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Don't let me die on the hood of your car
Aim for my back, give me a head start.
Bracelets for fashion, head on display
Face on the ground, fill my mouth with dirt.
Sucking up gravel, boot on my neck
Let me taste concrete, I'll smile in my throat.
Breathe In, Breathe Out...
What did I do?
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8. |
...
00:22
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(Traditional)
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