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Following
19:37
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You are mine
You are my saint
You are mine
You are my saint
This place was born here on my feet
And time,
We will create
In time
We will make
Our minds
From this space
So come down from heaven
And you'll see
This world was made for you and me
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This Body Is Our Cave
14:43
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THIS BODY IS OUR CAVE
An infinite and transcendental consciousness is funneled into my small and temporary humanity. Bound by abstract, unreliable and limiting language, knowledge has no where to travel. Influenced by equally unreliable senses, pandering to unnecessary physical need and desire, my choices just as limited as my knowledge.
THIS BODY IS OUR GLIMPSE
Existence only works in these reflections. A physical manifestation is necessary for direct experience, experience for knowledge. This body is a holy gift that must be loved. My brief vantage point is the only view I get.
'I' want to float and stretch across pathways of cosmic information, through all dimensions.
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Drain me out
Drain me out
As I sleep
Slip away
Slip away
As I die
Loosen up
Loosen up
And I don't know
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4. |
Misanthrope
20:53
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The owls are not what they seem
From the dark of futures past
A magician longs to see
One chants out
Fire walk with me
My arms bend back
An animal
Close your eyes
You'll burst into flames
Fire walk with me
Fire walk with me
Fire walk with me
I'll fit you
I'll catch you with my death bag
I'll fit you
I'll catch you with my death bag
I'm going insane
I'll kill again
I'm going insane
I'll kill again
I'll fit you
I'll catch you with my death bag
I'll fit you
I'll catch you with my death bag
I'm going insane
I'll kill again
I'm going insane
I'll kill again
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5. |
Second Bodies
11:20
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The water's running slowly through the ground
And gravity will pull me through the sound
There is no presence but my open mind
Your body's shapeless from the end of time
I see you running through the endless field
I see you running in a place of fear
Breathe out
Breathe out
Our second body is an endless mind
Our struggled purpose is to release the binds
Undoing knots that entangle our shape
And when we do this we will begin to erase
The gaping chasm that consumes us inside
We're just a point within an endless line
Not real
Not real
Unreal
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6. |
The Wire
27:47
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Get trashed
Get trashed
Get trashed
Get trashed
Get fucked
Get fucked
Get fucked
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Breathe in
Breathe in
Get drunk
Get drunk
Get drunk*
*-various other wailings as the lyrics are improvised
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Triage Clear Lake, Washington
Formed in Clear Lake, Washington in 2018.
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