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JUNK
03:18
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Junk flows cold
in the chatting room
frozen as my words collide.
Propped up boy
with his puppet strings
tangled like a spider web bride.
Wrapped up in a rocking chair
tattered cloth
messy hair
out of it
My god I was out of it
Twenty 'til dawn
and it feels like I'm
blazing down the Autobahn
Pollen rides the sunbeams
broken glass
in black screened
windowpane
Like insect injections
the sun's not warming
but infecting me
Feel it's dirty light streams
pouring through the pain
like needle into vein
Waking up cold
in the garden
the grass feels like
razor blades
Blood thick pulse
in the wind blown
smelling like Merthiolate
Red stain Joe
looking horror show
acting very outer space
with an acid tear
mumbling something
about disappearing
back into the hermit years
Love lies lackluster
dangling clustered
under mystery wings
Allusive, executed
and then buried
draped in black
then wrapped in sliver string
I'm sitting thirty feet down
from the psychic
and the circling
buzzard crown
they follow me around
Grey wool skies
with its black button eyes
staring down.
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MUNE (Phase 1)
04:53
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3. |
MUNE (Stories Untold)
03:39
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MUNE (Ice Transit)
05:03
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MUNE (Holocaust Days)
04:33
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Closing one eye, white Stanley give me my dose
Crack in the sky, I sit alone with your ghost
Spilling out time, it vomits, the clock on the wall
Veins are but vines, Gaia, the cannibal ball
Will I go home again? to that familiar hum ?
Will I go home again? Where rooms are golden warm
Paralyzed man, propped up in window of rain
Days cauterize, lose teeth, drip blood down the drain
Poisonous flow, black venom pumps through the vein
Medicine glaze, eyes twitch but feeling no pain
Will I go home again? to that familiar hum ?
You can't go home again. No rooms are golden warm
Visiting time, white Stanley opens the blinds
Sit behind eyes, watch white clouds slowly pass by
Changing the tubes, The strap pulls tight around me
Fingers uncurl, trapped in these holocaust days
You can't go home again. to that familiar hum
You can't go home again. to that familiar... that familiar... that familiar...that familiar...that familiar
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