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Bathroom Minotaur
04:52
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Dead is the white of waiting rooms and sheets on hospital beds
Flickering light ammonia with saline terrors that make you forget
When the fluorescents glow across those pregnant tiles and hulking husks of porcelain
In the bathroom of the pier late night they laugh for I shiver golden showers cascade upon plastic skin
A cranial pain, some blood, oh God, that urinal cake looks worn
But I won’t forget the silhouette with those horns
“The Minotaur…”
Out of the mirror and reflection’s eyes
Pink bubbles, pink bubbles
Bleaches the iris and floats through the mind
Pink bubbles, pink bubbles
Over the tiles and between the seams
Pink bubbles, pink bubbles
Out of my nightmares and into my dreams
Pink bubbles, pink bubbles
Now I wander through geometric purgatory
With only porcelain deities to hear my story
Toilet tissue mummies collapsed in corner fright
As stall doors guide me through this maggot-colored light
Dazed and crazed, pursuing my assailant bovine
But in this light I fear that the labyrinth’s solely mine
Regret plagues my heart as I think on its wiles
And I die each time I hear a noise like hoof on tile
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Disney Orphans
03:54
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Execution by crocodile
Then down Space Mountain where I’ll lick your tears away
Your tan thighs, a bed in paradise
And you’ll sneak through the midnight heat to EPCOT where you’ll pray
I’m afraid of the condos
And the smell of potatoes
You’ll push me and I’ll fall
Then you’re on me outside of a strip mall
Teenage sex in swimming pools
You’ll have my ears, I’ll have your heart
Into the Everglades where love falls apart
I want to do venom like a drug
Where algae lights my way and shark mouths serve as graves
Don’t confuse the bored with the brave
In the rain we went too far
On a beach where shooting stars
Turned to UFOs then submerged in the Gulf of Mexico
Teenage sex in swimming pools
You’ll have my ears, I’ll have your heart
Into the Everglades where love falls apart
A tourist trap brought you to me
Break free, run west ‘til you see palm trees
And at sunset we’ll sail into the gulf and be free
Teenage sex in swimming pools
There’s venom in our heads and hearts
I collapsed on the coast line where love falls apart
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She stole a glowing infant from nativity
And with her peppermint tongue she licked through cavity
She told me snow angels were simply ghosts with wings
Her eyes dulled with a hopelessness when lovers spoke of the spring
Her eyes lit like the North Star
Lips suck a candy cane until the tip is too sharp
Aurora borealis has guided her this far
Her scent’s under my tree and in the back of my car
Miss December, we can’t dream with mistletoe ‘round bed posts
To wish on a constellation that solidifies ghosts
We make out in a burning Christmas tree farm
While spray-painted Virgin Marys protect her from harm
Drawn to the Christmas lights we creep through flurry and frost
Entwined in tinsel fade pale white until we are lost
Miss December, we can’t dream with mistletoe ‘round bed posts
To wish on a constellation that solidifies ghosts
Miss December, we can’t breathe with mistletoe ‘round our throats
We wish on dead constellations to solidify ghosts
Plastic Mary winks right at me
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4. |
Lotus Eaters
04:52
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Crystals collect on gossamer
My mind drifts east as lightning illumines my room
Recite your language under sheets
You beckon through my mirror, lipstick trace, perfume
Poison, pollen, potpourri, Inhale your breath, my dreams feel like a coma now
Paramour of somniacs, Asphyxia kiss, forget my home
Pollen to get high off your skin
Your sweat soaks into my tongue
Your tattoo travels my vein
I sleep through pain, I sleep through pain
Flora binds, your thorn’s an athame
I’ll be your own Adonis bleeding your flowers
At times, I hear your sci-fi sigh
In dreams I need your guidance through forgotten towers
Crush flowers to make your tea, One more sip and I’ll forget to dream
Can a goddess be a siren if she learns to sing? Can a fool become a god if he tames the queen?
Tonight I get high off the stars
Your sweat soaks into my tongue
The toxins in my blood start
To fill my heart, she’s in my heart
I know the world still talks while I’m asleep in a dream
She held my hand in Hypnos then I drank from a stream
She passed a lotus petal from her lips to mine
Animessiah/animussiah turn saliva into wine
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Petit Fours
06:56
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Languish in this picnic life
Anguish dripping from this butter knife
Queen of hearts, lemon tarts, and a patroness of the black arts
Share a cucumber sandwich
With a frosted pastel paisley bitch
Crack an egg, split the skies, and elope under the rabbit’s eyes
Morning dew disgusts me today but it don’t disgust you
Promises, missus, and a room in Capri with your pomegranate kisses
But you don’t remember, with all the flowers in our hair, still you don’t remember…
The shine of a silver teaspoon
I’ll come again soon and I promise you flowers in June
I have this thing for ballerinas, she moves in green choreography
I’m turned on by an innocent mind and the smell of her batteries
Hatred, now you’re so obsessed with glamour
Sunday girl, my demeanour and my manner
I like the way porcelain pivots
She breathes in when my mouth touches her wrist
You haven’t seen the way that we move since Circus Maximus
Girls designed by Faberge, a perfumed negligee
And lilac tea in silver cups served by your mechanimaid
Tell us how your garden grows when you’re all hearts without a spade
More strawberry lemonade?
Black Forest cuckoo clock, you tick but you won’t talk when
She breathes in fantasy as Easter atrocities and
She spins while we drift
She sinks while we lift
She smiles while we sigh
She bends and she tries
She breathes in fantasy as Easter atrocities rise
She breathes in fantasy, a resurrection reprise
Morning dew disgusts me today but it don’t disgust you
Promises, missus, and a room in Capri with your pomegranate kisses
But you don’t remember, with all the flowers in our hair, still you don’t remember…
The shine of a silver teaspoon
Love, I’ll come again soon and I promise a lotus in bloom
I lost my favorite color
I lost my favourite colour
Beneath the chlorinated dragonflies
A porcelain ballet disguised
I lost my favorite color
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6. |
Virulent Red
05:08
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Nobody loves a fool in the modern world
So you found out the hard way
They say “do unto others…” so you’re filling up holes
Then collapsing in beds like a typical stray
In some slut’s awful TV, off-color and a little bit creepy
You saw them sneezing up blood and then some class like Sex Ed
But your body felt tired and your head was so sleepy…
She was hot stuff when you’re down on your luck
But now you vomit hearts for a squeeze and a fuck
You lived your wet dream, but it’s not white, it’s red
You’ve got a monster dripping under your bed
Symptoms that seem coincidental, ignore the doctor’s documental
Walk through a bloody haze like a screen
She bit through your belt now she won’t do it, blood ain’t supposed to be there when you screw it
Into the face of somebody’s dead queen
You’ve got a lot of people on your list but that girl’s kiss has left you so lean
You get a lot of looks when you’ve got a bloody sneeze
And the blank stares all seem so willing but they turn to terror when you start to wheeze
Don’t so your heart’s disintegrating, don’t claim that the end is so elating,
Two weeks ago you could have worn virgin white but you’ve stained it with red
You’ve got a monster coughing, dripping, sneezing, oozing, bleeding under your bed
“If only we were virgins,” you sing to yourself but you’ve empowered the strain
And you’ve ruined yourself over some modern girl who you really disliked although you rarely complained
And that ego injection offers no protection from this sexual dread
Don’t punch your bleeding reflection
You could have worn white but your drool turned it red
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7. |
Geri Says
05:24
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A film she played too fast went slow, someone talked about a guy she didn’t know
Like prehistoric astronauts, drunk on wine left forget-me-nots in her music box
She takes blue pills and leaves white stains, red light blues, black hair in a shower drain
Like prehistoric astronauts, drunk on wine left forget-me-nots in her music box
The space between love and demise, fill it in with her white thighs
Young men say she’s a part of you
A life of one-night-out-of-sights, she do you right
Now she’s a part of you too
She’ll suck the space between your finger and your thumb
She’ll trip a laser show to hide what you’ve become
The smell of sweat and sex and the New York low that
Distracts you from your heart
The appeal of corruption, the sinnocence and
The black sex of the art
The space between love and demise, she do you right, she do you right,
And then she’ll bring you down
A life of one-night-out-of-sights, don’t be uptight, boy,
What’s life without a frown?
She falls to the floor and takes you inside
Like a sex prism where colors beg to die
Her black rainbow’s high over the skies of Mars
You fucked a black hole with eyes like dead stars
She’ll do you right, boy
Yeah, she’ll bring you down
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8. |
Mannequin Museum
04:18
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This is the time of our lives
Spires of gold erode
Metallic flakes corrode in a chemical sodium breeze
Inhale pollen, vapors, and dust
And flowers wilted in rust
It’s how the mannequin have come to be
The light is a synthetic sun
Giving their painted marble eyes the impression of sight
It’s dying but it never dies
Just opens plastic hearts and thighs
Cosmetic tricks of mirror, smoke, and light
In a mannequin museum
Mirrored facades, lasers, vapors, mechanical exhaust
Create a carousel leading lovers astray
The animals look right through
The colored grease sweats down when they screw
And they cannibalize each other’s desires in this x-ray sun…in this x-ray…
In a mannequin museum
This is the time of our lives
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9. |
A Safari Without Death
06:32
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Free-falling, gods will watch me now
Went feral from my choosing
Obsessed with lips that knew losing
Absorb these trophies through my soul
Tonight the Nile’s flooded
It doesn’t have to be cold-blooded in safaris without death
When we gasp on the floor and we live to explore
And the gods won’t let us through old doors
Yeah, I’m swathed in her spots and connecting new dots
And I’m begging her for more
Brothers, she fills me with disgust
When she wears the spots of a cheetah
It’s so hard for me to see her
Pangaea, what’s become of you?
Your fools became your apostles
And you’ve got too many fossils for safaris without death
When we’re grasping the floor and we live to explore
And the gods won’t let us through old doors
Yeah, I’m swathed in her spots and connecting new dots
And I’m begging her for more
My hyenas laugh at their fears and comfort with leers
If you’re lucky, you’ll see our eyes flickering between the sand and the skies
The crocodiles say in her dreams I die as they swim through the borders of night
The Serengeti is patrolled by the robots that were the dreams of you and I
Their flying machines and laser grins are where these lesser men reside
I flail to the ground, I flail to the ground, I flail to the ground
A plain is superimposed on a city where mannequins suck down self-pity
I see their silhouettes infecting the red light of my corridor and through laughter
The black lions have left their dens to rid the world of constellations
The titans have risen from the sea and hyena laughter brings you no elation
As spaceships sink beneath the waves the shadow cuts communications
A silent story connects the beasts and men to confound all of predation
A new Eden reclaims history’s zoo in the name of our creation
And we sleep in the ruins of the temple of stars
In death
When we gasp on the floor and we live to explore
And the gods won’t let us through old doors
Yeah, I’m swathed in her spots and connecting new dots
And I want more, yes, I want more
Animal chemical monarch
Electronic arrogant clown prince of lost automatons
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10. |
The Degenerate
05:50
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Alone, I still hear her
Wet streaks on a mirror
And a bed of lesbians make an exception
The sweat in the hollow
She bends and I follow
Through a sea of satin sheets and moaning sirens
I want to smell flowers that no one else can smell
As she says, “Time, time is a dot,
Not a line cutting through space.”
Displaced emotions
I am the action that makes her lick her own reflection
Romantics won’t last here
Her hips just move faster
At the thought of breaking hearts we long to betray
I need a reaction
Eyes rolling, contractions
And the way their voices break when it feels too good
I’m licking everything but love with the tip of my tongue
When she’s swollen in the mirror
We’re breaking beds evaluating all her friends as afterthoughts
Soft kisses in the shower
We’re giving in to repetition of the sound, we kill the stars
Don’t say my name in the dark
I’m a romantic, I am a young god, I’m an Adonis
I’m so ashamed
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