(2014)
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
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