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I lost dear child, I lost again
There ain't no time to correct for my sins
There's valley below and the sky above
Do yourself a favor, don't mistake this for love
There's blood on my jaw and up above my nose
A careless nature has stained us both
I lost dear child, I lost again
No matter where I start I begin where I end
There's broken earth and trees abound
In twenty more minutes you'll be dead in the ground
The tears on my face weren't spilled for you
Tears spent in honor of sacrificed youth
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2. |
Coward's Hum
02:34
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There's veins in yr head
That strangle my thoughts
And out of yr face,
Yr eyes do fall
There's voices in me
They never do stop
It's not through the ear
That I hear their call
Wet, languid tongues are swoll
And flap about
Laughter or prayer
Pours right out of the house
I've grown fat of face
And paunch of gut
The Lord is amused
At this altar to Love
The signal runs coarse
Rattles through my bones
Electric impulse
Throat strains to a bell
And uttered so soft
This cold language of God
Whisper inside
The pride of holy spell
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3. |
Young Hegelian
02:07
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Horsey never left the room
Shrugged his shoulders
Beguiling doom
Crossed his legs
Once or so
hToughts of murder
To and fro
Choke collars and diamond rings
A boy can dream of fancy things
Choke collars and diamond rings
A boy can dream of fancy things
Horsey sulks, lost in thought
Dream in fire and whatnot
Fleas dancing in his ears
Hasn't felt this good in years
Choke collars and diamond rings
A boy can dream of fancy things
Choke collars and diamond rings
A boy can dream of fancy things
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4. |
Misophonia
02:22
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What's underneath
All those sharp
Razor teeth
Eyes sharp and cold
Where binding
Stories told
Sunk into dreams
Where unbound
Liars breed
Thin, mother-light
Through death at
Such a height
Cracks in the skin
Shade slips in
From within
Two breaths at once
A pound of flesh in
In the trunk
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Trash Teeth, Trash Hands California
born from the death of six legendary cats, risen from their unearthed jaws, extracted from their mealy fangs as King Baby Teeth. Under the advice of a litany of lawyers and professional advertisement gurus KBT named their recording project Trash Teeth, Trash Hands so as to ensure the most commercial viability. ... more
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