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Anathema
03:32
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We built a disease, then chased it down
Oh what a release, we're mended now
And if you could see, you'd swear that the last trains are gone, and we're south
[But can you keep an open mind and mouth]
Sure is all you can be to keep from crying now
Swallow the grief, then chase it down
Each sense of unease is anathema now
And at the reprise we'll sing a jaunty dirge and bow out
[But can you keep an open mind and mouth]
Sure is all you can be to keep from crying now
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Softly bitten skin before me
And eyes enthralling by design
If I perish here
inside this febrile prison
I leave you all my hopes and spite
"But I don't want comfort.
I want God,
I want poetry,
I want real danger,
I want freedom,
I want goodness.
I want sin."
Marble lips merge into my own
Your body spurring its desires
And all I know
Is I am barely breathing
Its only hopeless if I try
"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies - all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable."
If you leave it open
I'm crawling back on top
I don't mind
If you mind
But I'll make you understand why
All the words are spoken
And now I have the floor
I'll make you
forget your name
Forget why you ever came here
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Opiate
04:50
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Her dance the gods molded from the clay
Her laugh and the moon your altar, pray
Who had told you wait
it will never be the same
Your soul was never yours to give away
but she took it away
When nights are long and days are cold
Her hands are the scripture you unfold
Her skin a tapestry
Draped in filigree
Made of all the offerings that she stole
And you give it away
And you can't remember a time when you just came home
She's divine paradise, but it won't let go
She don't need you
You don't need the truth
She don't need you
And you don't need the truth
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Falling Crowns
05:05
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Big black eyes
Catching light
The rooms already spun
Rushing words
Crushing teeth
Oh, what have you done?
When all your hearts are broken
will I be just another piece?
But falling crowns
Don't make a sound
to me
We don't have to eat or sleep, my sweet.
We can make our home out of the sea.
And we can take our heads off
at the neck like it's a party,
and we'll drink all the salt for free.
Kind white lies
For a life that's despised
but what pretty little plunge
When ennui stirs
Exit need
Just cut out your tongue
When all your fears are spoken
you can sleep in the soft debris
Falling crowns
don't make a sound
you'll see
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What the Devil Made
04:26
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Well, hang me upside down to drain
The impurities I carry in veins
And let all those precious sounds
you carry around
Fall down on me like rain
And I always was partial to the fear
It beckons me to stay
whispers in my ear
All things are bound to change
Like all scars are bound to stay
I never asked for this
I never fucking wanted to be saved
Your notes around my wrist
Now I imbibe what the devil made
And all my consciousness
My goddamn reasons to remain
Take small and forward steps
As I dissolve in your wake
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Foreign Laps
04:21
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You close your eyes
You press yourself into the shape of your mouth
Demons rise
They claim your soul and you let them out
Now here you lie
Across the page in a cursive shout
You gasp for air
You gasp for air
I whispered a prayer to the Gods of Desire
Screaming into sheets that writhe
A paralyzing contrition
Stepped in between breaths
And came out on the other side
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Under the Sins
02:57
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It's only the rain
It's only a fever and it'll pass away
You will be whole, friend
You will be gold
And I am a recess
A berth for their wounds and all their faults
I will embrace them
I'll take them on
Under the sins I am home
Under a white flag I sail on broken bones
So tie your wish around my throat
Then take me to the well and let it go
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The lock is out of key and I can't break it anymore
At least the first fear you see ain't the only river to ford
And I'm breaking my knees, it's not a forward stride
It's me bending over backwards just to find a place to hide
'Cause I'm a coward in the deep, I can't take the patient drive
My skin is so worn thin that all my thoughts are on the wrong side
And I'll never be the man that all my fathers worked to be
Because their blood is in the sand, while mine is screaming through its teeth
It's almost like I can't see the coast
It's almost like we were never here at all
A self-decieving pillar, your statues on the rise
But even it couldn't dream of filling a god hole your size
Does that make you feel distended? Does it make you swell with pride?
When your victims are all swooning? Willing sheep to the "victimized"
"We'll protect your precious ego! We'll leave their faults exposed!
Then we'll take all the hate they spew and send it back ten fold!"
There's tragedy in tearing down a house to build a home
But parody in pulling down the rubble to smash your own
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Caustic Cleanse
03:51
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The whites of eyes around her
She asks their name
She didn't care for answers
Just wanted to play
Now every night they dance for her
Playing murder, little games
From a little light she reaches out
Pulls a thread and they fade away
Now she can't go back
So she pulls on the chain
And lies on the tracks
just waiting for the train
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Seems like I've
Been awake too long
Been using my time
On the wrong things.
And it seems so dire,
But I'm not gone.
I left a note
it says the wrong things
And I don't think its in your mind
To break me down,
But you still scrape flesh,
Pound by pound
This anxious beast
always in tow
My mind a feast
I know you
Can I leave
well-enough alone?
breath so sweet
Do I know you?
I can't believe
you're on your knees
slouching towards Bethlehem
with all eyes on me
Shame is impearled
Be a good girl
Let me rest with them
it's the end of the world
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brokenbirthday Baltimore, Maryland
If you would like to download any of my music and you can't afford to pay, then send me an email at brokenbirthday@gmail.com and I will send you the music free of charge.
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