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Drunk
02:26
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When I shiver,
As I quiver
My breath flutters,
I stutter.
I whine and shout,
I have no doubt
That I don't need your hand.
I strangle that thought.
When my head is dazed,
Know me in this place.
I can carry on;
Feel my veins race
I've fallen,
I've sunken
In on myself.
My daemon left me for dead.
Feel the pulse in my neck
And strangle that thought.
Force a blood clot.
Tighten the knot.
Fucking strangle that thought.
Leave it to rot.
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Piss, nits, fever.
Come find me in the sand.
I am dune,
I am heap,
The waves are my tune, I sink deep.
Come find me face down.
I am soaked,
I am fermented,
I am dinner joke,
I am beach.
I'm grub.
Come find me in the dirt.
I am spud,
I'm vegetated.
Come find me destitute.
I am parched.
I'm hungry.
I'm sickly.
Come find me here.
I am sea.
I'm soiled.
I'm silt.
Come find me bottle.
I am stewed.
I'm dripping.
I'm spinning.
Come find me.
I am.
I'm beachgrub.
B. E. A. C. H. G. R. U. B.
Yeah, that's me.
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3. |
Corrosive
04:34
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Can you see the eyes look strong?
Can you feel its heat, while I'm down kissing your feet.
Can you hear her howls grow loud?
Can you feel my need as I'm down kissing your feet.
Filthy tipsy spider down the rabbit hole,
Alice was there losing control.
With one slow tumble on a slippery slope, they go down.
Restless fizzing.
Precious dripping.
Slowly down her mouth, she sucked the spider in.
With one huge huff, it wiped her cheeky grin.
Now out came the moon, oh so complete.
It was a wolf inside her dormant beneath.
How sharp are your teeth?
As sharp as you need.
How dense is your head?
Increasingly less.
See the girl falling.
Hear the wolf howling.
Feel the spider crawling.
Now here me laughing.
Well, I've followed that breadcrumb trail picking up the pieces,
Leading us astray, to right back where we came.
Now I've become immense, though also less.
With my mouth full of shit, please clean my mess.
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4. |
Get It
03:34
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Who knows what's bothering him?
Guess who,
How do we choose?
Seems like the night has a strong bite.
Guess why,
They're all shooting bulls eyes.
Who knows what's captivating her?
Guess what,
The showboats and their strut.
Who knows what's enticing them?
Guess how,
There's a leak leading their mouths.
The drip hits hard, making velvet tarmac. They slow it down.
Now pick it up.
Priority in celebrity, she's had her fill but no one's full. Lines now drawn. There's a queue, he better make a move.
He's fed up.
He's waiting on the corner for his man. Dressed in black-clad, he comes and hands the lavish little bag. Everybody knows
He's got it.
There's no hiding, eyes widen; tunnel vision. Like the dead rising, they start put on their wonky strut.
They need it.
They slink, they move, they've got an itch, a bit. They match the groove.
Suspect and proud, growing loud. They're wrecked but coming down.
The key, the hole, the eyes between. The knock.
Anticipate.
The creak, the gaze. Nervous nods. They gawk and scream out loud.
They're feeling loose, got cut loose.
Everyone moves in to get it.
Get it.
There's pleasure past the door, get it, oh my lord.
Get it.
There's a drip from the ceiling, it's stuck, get it.
Get it.
He's praying through his nose, now not left alone.
Get it.
One more never hurts, leave it all in church.
Get it.
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5. |
Crocodile
02:17
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Snatched & snapped. Sawn off, mouth rat.
Grab the tail, my wrench head, flat.
Drain's clogged and flogged. Gushing.
Itching fix, king hit bit me.
I will fucking kill you.
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6. |
Seeing Red
02:49
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Your indulgence, please.
Captivate my needs.
What it takes to concede.
I've seen red, it speaks
Colourful language, it seethes
I’m fed up. My guts!
No need feeding me.
Collate the babble,
Chum bucket, load the lure;
Hook, line and sinker secure.
What's your tackle?
I'm glad you’re pleased.
I'm down here,
Hear/here me!
Can't you hear me breathe and breathe?
Absolute pride
See your grin grow wide.
Can't you tell, my eyes
Have been petrified.
I've seen red, it speaks
Right behind what you can't see.
I'm locked in locked on.
My agency's become
A fool's game, foul play!
Your hands show no escape.
You're a champ.
Now let one thousand colours bloom.
Now show me how you lose.
Why can’t I be more like you?
How does it feel at the wrong end of the hook?
How does it feel seeing yourself bleeding blue?
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7. |
Exposure History
04:13
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When can I see my future? What will I see?
Where will I find my people's
Exposure history?
Is there foundation to
What's yours or mine?
Sit in solitude and silence too.
What's on your mind?
Forgive crippled things;
Nagging pulling your strings.
Forgive habitual beasts,
One day you'll let them teethe.
Let go, let them in.
Be sure to scrutinize,
Process what's been revised.
Read between the filthy line,
Between what's yours or mine.
See I've seen a little piece/peace for me,
I've let it set.
There it is tugging, for a moment,
It pulls away.
Now I've grown comfy with a thought;
A piece of us.
A piece for me.
There's a crippling thought that leaves me heaving.
Restless endeavours, I'm struck, now I'm seething,
Through the blood that you let, I'm wondering what to expect.
Something's trickling through, you better seize it.
There's some history with us, you've got my time.
A piece of me, some peace for you, our sublime.
Momentary bliss, what's yours or mine?
Aching wounds start to rip but you try to resist
Our exposure history.
As you grip me further,
You're spitting pieces.
For haven's sake,
Find this place
You've thrown away.
Set it down
And save some face.
When can I see my past? What have I missed?
When will I know my history;
My dreadful bliss.
Your dreadful bliss.
This dreadful bliss.
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8. |
Vokshod 2
04:32
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Here it comes, needle threader, overtakes my veins.
Feeling the capsule open,
I'm stepping out, leaving craft.
Nothing's in the way, one mighty breath and hardy pace.
Still, I'm tethered.
It's the crux, my heart erupts.
Covered in nothing, airy tones hit my brain.
Pushing inward.
Flushed, feeling thinner.
Tick tock goes the clock, iron turns to rust.
You'll feel numb, then combust.
You'll become stardust.
Walking like an imbecile,
Stratosphere im coming in.
Talking to whomever hears,
Hoping that they have fresh ears.
Calling to the other side,
Waiting for a grand reply.
"Brother you are flying"
My support is giving way, maybe I should stay.
Feeling bloated, hearing a hiss.
Though I'm devoted, I'm needing the kiss.
One dozen; one eternity.
In a dream, floating.
Tangled chain; choking.
Bulging ever outward,
My grip becomes a coward.
Fumbling and in a spin,
I'm in the need to feel my skin.
These bones don't work.
Huffing something pure. Pressure builds as I soar.
I've felt nerves creak and bare eyes weep.
This pain sustains; coming down.
Coming to you.
Now I've settled down, touching the ground.
The beat has changed; yearning for better days.
Oh, I've had the vacuum suck,
It feels good, grasping the void,
It seems so secure.
I'm gazing, feeling too.
I'm rather free,
Oh please, let me be
Above and beyond.
Still shackles, no bother,
I'll hover above her.
Above and beyond.
I'm sunstruck.
With a little more luck,
I cannot respond.
Above and beyond.
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9. |
Feeder
07:22
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Something, something, something is on my tongue.
Feed it, feed it, feed it fat, fill my mouth.
The pig,
Its drool.
This dirty rat,
Fucking fool.
Fucking fool.
Over and over and over and again.
It whines, it howls, it screams at the dirty screen,
Feed me, feed me, feed me fat from your gracious mouth.
My tongue.
That rat,
It screams
Feed me fat!
Rat knot,
Kingly bond.
The mule,
Blessed fool.
Gleaming hoofs
Tred in stool.
Now the pig, repugnant but blessed.
Mouths hooked, obsessed, puckered and flexed.
An open palm, force-fed by the teet.
The sheen from teeth, a swine's dirty deed.
The pig, its trough, a dirty mouth belly up.
A tongue, a vessel calling for its lifeblood.
A rat, it moans, begging for sustenance.
The mule composed, yet dragged down by the load.
Feed me.
Rupert!
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HYMMNN Canberra, Australia
Punk and noise rock band making music on Ngunnawal/Ngambri land (Kamberra/Canberra). Sovereignty was never ceded.
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