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The mythology of madness
The biology of sadness
A philosophy in practice
Left my love, left my love
Pricked my tongue on a cactus
Left my love on a mattress
Burnt holes in nylons
Melted blood in bronze
I counted my fears
Collected my tears
I smothered and smeared my name
And it amounted to nothing
At all
There’s honesty in malice
There’s modesty in blackness
A philosophy in practice
Left my love, left my love
Replaced my bones with plastic
Left my love on a mattress
Burnt holes in nylons
Melted blood in bronze
I counted my fears
Collected my tears
I smothered and smeared my name
And it amounted to nothing
At all
I don’t know why I ever thought to try
I don’t know why I ever thought to try
But it doesn’t seem to matter
it doesn’t seem to matter
I don’t know why I never thought to try
I don’t know why I never thought to try
But it doesn’t seem to matter
It doesn’t seem to matter
I grew something from my head
It grew and grew until I was dead
It crawled it’s way through my brain
Crawled down my spine and through my veins
Dreadful flowers raining down
Reaching for the cold, cold ground
Withered rotten little leaves
Collect around my feet
I grew something from my head
I grew something from my head
It grew until I was dead
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Decay and Decadence
03:36
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She appears
In the peach plum wallpaper
That lines the bathroom of
Your wet dreams
She’s been crying
In the attic again
There’s beauty in decay
There’s something else that fills
The caverns of decomposing cadavers
A little lime
And a little lavender
Puking poisonous pear guts in your sink
It’s not what you think
There’s beauty in decay
There’s something else that fills
The caverns of decomposing cadavers
There’s beauty in decay
There’s something else that fills
The caverns of decomposing cadavers
A little lime
And a little lavender
To obscure the smell
To obscure the smell
The acidity stinks
Pouring out her pores
And along the shores
Of your skin
Tell me, what’s akin to sin?
Tell me, what's akin to sin?
Tell me, what's akin to sin?
Tell me.
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Sociopathic boy
I can’t escape I can’t avoid
The psychosexual development
Of an undiagnosed Freudian experiment
Neurotic nightmares of phantom feelings
Necromantic nightmares
I’m still not healing
I can’t feel you anymore, but I know you’re there
I can’t feel (anymore), I know you’re still there
My blood stained your ego with arrogance
And denial rots your breath
Feigning ignorance
And then you took me to your room and I
Saw myself refracted in dead eyes
All forty winks dropped like flies
And then you left me in your room and I
I can’t escape
I can’t avoid
The psychosexual development
Of an undiagnosed Freudian experiment
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Max's Earnest Muse
02:57
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Surreal, so real
Leonora’s in Mexico
Surreal, so real
An artist in incognito
Surreal, so real
I counted every strand of hair
Surreal, so real
I licked the brush between each stroke
A hopelessness
Spelled out by
Incisions inflicted by
A bad, bad boredom
Surreal, so real
Jack, be nimble. Jack, be quick.
Surreal, so real
He said, “I want to be an insect”
Surreal, so real
Fixated on the mother fig
Surreal, so real
Surreal, so real
A hopelessness
Spelled out by
Incisions, inflicted by
A bad, bad boredom
Oh, Leonora
Leonora
Leonora’s got her self portrait
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Rouge Your Cheeks
04:04
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How is it you never ever could?
How come?
How is it you never ever could?
How come?
I drew a circle in the dirt and
I blew the right words
To cut through this heat and
Rouge your cheeks
Picking promises you can’t keep
Digging them out from between your teeth
I know where you hide them at night when you go to sleep
How is it you never ever could?
How come?
How is it you never ever could?
How come?
I screwed eternal to subvert and
I pursued the wrong words
Too bittersweet to
Rouge your cheeks
Picking promises you can’t keep
Digging them out from between your teeth
I know where you hide them at night when you go to sleep
Collecting angel spit from your tongue
With which I can paint your lips
Projecting "Sewer Baby" with Lung Leg
Orange rolls make the devil sick
Lift your leg up like a dog
I counted, “1. 2. 3.”
Lift your leg up like a dog
Mark your territory
Lift your leg up like a dog
I counted, “4. 5. 6.”
Lift your leg up like a dog
Orange rolls make the devil sick
Lift your leg up like a dog
I counted, “7. 8. 9.”
Lift your leg up like a dog
What’s yours could never be mine
Lift your leg up like a dog
I counted, “1. 2. 3”
Lift your leg up like a dog
Mark your territory
Lift your leg up like a dog
I counted, “4. 5. 6”
Lift your leg up like a dog
Lift your leg up like a dog
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