1. |
E. Robinson
02:50
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Musclebound
Smiling and wringing
Whitening knuckles
In a self absorbed dance
Angels on my shoulders
Saint Sebastian on my chest
I'm addicted to perfection
Perfect chaos
Hot leather skin
Spreads like butter
Hot leather skin
Tears
I enter in a refrain
In a cotton flare
Red circles around me
I know who I am
There's a silence in my presence
That you don't see
You don't see it in me
I can hear it in myself
You're only as strong as you are
In comparison
I live by my blood and tongue
I stand on my own two feet
I know
I know who I am
Flex your muscle
Shake your dick
I enter in a refrain
Truth casts shadow
In a cotton flare
As a pale horse breathes on my neck
As my shadow bleeds on the floor
I know
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2. |
Dog
01:59
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What you said
Made me think
What you said
Checked on my instincts
I live to fuck
And I'll die out of breath
I live to fuck
Chew it and eat it
What you meant
You said in your eyes
What you meant
Don't apologize
Chew it and eat it
Eat it
And spit it out
And eat it
And spit it out
And spit it out
And spit it out
And spit it out
And spit it out
And spit it out
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3. |
Teladan Stadium
01:57
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4. |
Stinger
02:23
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Staring at myself
Shadow flickering
Dancing on the ceiling
I don't like
Glass footsteps
Trailing where it shouldn't
And I don't like
The pregnant silence and stare
From words said
From the bottom of
My stomach
You shock me
With your furrowed brow
You shock me
With your baby lip
In a fit of laughter
I don't think
No contemplation
I act with no hesitation
I'm a man of action
Cold ambition
You surprised me
With your clasped hands
Should've left sooner
You know who I am
You know who I am
You know who I am
I'm a stinger
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5. |
Slipped Disc
02:32
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Umbilical ripped
Water thrown out of the pan
This is my first time
I'm standing on my two feet
I am sitting with a slipped disc
How could you treat me like this
Treat me like this
This is my home
Four walls around me
I am so worn
In over my head
This is the place I was born in
And it's the only place I've lived
This is my favourite place to be born in
And it'll be my favourite place
Place to die in
All wrists giving
How could you treat me like this
Treat me like this
All I have is in my hands
I'm so tired
I'm so worn
It's been too long
I can't move forwards
Without seeing myself
I can't move forwards
Without seeing my reflection
I can't move forwards
Without seeing myself
I can't move forwards
Without seeing my reflection
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
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