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As Lost Through Collision

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1.
Slant 05:40
So here’s hope soft as a pillow Forced inside The mouth of an innocent slumber Smothered We have our hate We’ll keep it in We’ll keep it close You know your place You shut your mouth You keep it closed It’s one more wound to lick To break convalescence It’s one more ten hour shift For more joy to inject One more grave to be dug One more stone to erect Now watch them grasp for oxygen Breath so sweet They always took it for granted No longer You had your air And now you’ll feel just what it’s like To be without In these last moments of your life And out of everyone you know I’ll be the one you hate the most I can be your Lucifer I’ll make you feel so small And out of everyone you know I’ll be the one you worship most I can be your Jesus Christ It makes me feel so small
2.
My Way Out 08:59
Is it not in the nature Of man to cling to potential? All the petty ambition Is just fleeting abstraction Life as lost through collision Makes for cold decoration And this bottle is your ticket To a moment of concord Lips are fastened forever Around the will of a body The one that you’re told is special Looks like everyone else’s The mortal grip is returning So cue the ensuing panic Curse all the time it took to figure out All the drugs you took to feel alive Ironically killed you Laugh ourselves into stitches And shoot the heroin under bridges In my friend’s arms We’re all part of the same sinking ship We’re all in on the same fucking joke Everyone at the center of their universe As their planets crack and stars align So cue the ensuing panic
3.
Sunrise New day It’s seed brings forth the sorry reign Next day The same Embrace imposter hope of prayer Bullshit poet The funeral generation sighs Now happy birthday Now please pretend you’re entertained You gave birth to all the sins Your children will commit Who are you? Life is an ant In the palm of time’s cruel hand Stay down Now bow to this sea Of lambs content with harvest slaughter Lambs House of worship Now raise your arms up to the sky Sky At the thought of Eternal life, eternal bliss Bliss I can’t fathom What sits beyond my tiny skull Skull You gave birth to all the sins Your children will commit Who are they? Life is an ant In the palm of time’s cruel hand Stay down Submit
4.
Everything 15:19
Be conscious of all the space you take As you carve your name into the earth Force your face into an abstract smile To be recalled in flaccid photographs Wash all of your spiders down the drain Holes to designate where pleasure goes Because every holiday is just One more sorry trip around the sun And you drink from the palm Of you god, as it’s dog Constantly in attempt to satisfy Maybe you will win a reward Maybe they’ll make a film about your life Starring somebody else, you’ve bever met Once you’ve died And maybe they will win an award Everything is one more Postcard of a sunset Everything
5.
Constant Hum 10:10
I’ll be forever subject to Your bended knee before our covenant I’ll try to take some time with it Self medicate and happily go numb Waste of time In counting days And this nine-to-five Well it’s all you’ll ever be Obsolete Comforting And we’re all swimming in An endless pool of constant hum Just till I come to my senses Leave the car running and close the garage door Waste of time In counting days And this nine-to-five Well it’s all you’ll ever be Use your flesh To multiply It is simple math As time subtracts us all Obsolete Constant Comforting Ending And we’re all swimming in An endless pool of constant hum Find me here in submission Is it everything you’d ever want? Take off of my clothes Flaws revealed in flesh Wringing out all sympathy Rinse your hands from all of it You’re no better than sin You just have yet to indulge

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released September 4, 2020

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