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Phallic (Synthetic)
05:00
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painfully these hands still stand against nothing
gave up the chance for solitude and beauty
to hold up and indecent lack of love
press those lips together and kiss his drying neck
it's gotten old, we both know it
still, those feet get close to warm the frozen toes
underneath the comfort of the past, calm and full
please, please. give up your faux chastity
sticking the taste of illegitimacy to my mouth
no alcohol or time will ever end it
please, please. listen to the aborted fantasies
this used and bleeding phallic enemy
won't hold back any stumbling whore for amity
it does not ask for certainty or hope
press those lips together and kiss her soft neck
it's gotten unmanageable and so fucking useless
please, please. grow found of new clarity
(please, god, please. hope she doesn't see the hate in me)
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Control
03:15
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you know how to keep me hanging around your feet
just dangle what i want in front of me, so i can smell it's sweet.
but one day i will take it from you with both my hands across your throat
gasping for air i swear my smile will show all my teeth
pathetic screams might fall out from underneath what i can't keep
my love for you has been so long, swallow every inch of hopelessness
then i can begin to breathe.
this is all i ask of you
to stop being such a bitch and fucking follow through.
the cruelest thing that you could do is keep me on a shelf
to writhe in pain and collect dust all along my eyes
so when you leave you'll leave me blind.
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Rein
03:06
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i am completely at the hands of mercy.
push your hands down across my filthy skin.
what else could we do to these bodies?
cremate all intentions so there could be nothing.
hit me, stick your fingers high inside me
don't remember, how it got be this free
enjoy the passing movements, all the tired blurs.
the arms are weightless now.
and i watched you taste it
oh i watched you taste it.
now we both can sleep with this.
now we both can hold each other in bed.
trying to commit to something.
who else will be there?
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Future
04:37
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tongue sandpapered to an ashtray to taste only ash and brimstone
fingers that push away any love to die with certainty alone
how can a man deserve mercy, when forgiveness comes from part of his own heart?
i want so much to bathe in the warm light, only the truth can bring.
i seek the path that is before me but dread it from the bruises it can make.
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