1. |
Ova
00:57
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Manifesto
02:58
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A face you would like to disgrace
A face you would like to squirt with your taste
Illicit an explicit all over and waste
The day playing games with your race
*Infantile Wailing*
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3. |
Atheist Angels
04:56
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Somebodies punctured the sky
A few broken pixels and we don't mind
Suburban houses fall like dominoes
New land dominates all our languid homes
Paper cutter patriarchy, Scissor snip
So the jigsaws fit
So they don't get wise to the greed in our eyes and see
How they slot together independently
Stiff in corpse in box in ground
This best not be a joke
Stiff in corpse in box in ground
March across the surf to claim your kingdoms
Bring widows and waifs with you
Pink smears and Bubblegum death
Waves of candy floss choke your dialect
don't be the missing piece in my sweet skull
my puzzle evades your being
Stiff in corpse in box in ground
This best not be a joke
Stiff in corpse in box in ground
Its the final punchline
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4. |
Asbestos Kisses
03:52
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Asbestos Kisses
I can bear
But the germs have rumoured
That you care
Force thick black hair to grow on my tongue
Alone but yet among, your wisdom unsung
Flapping around like a spare prick
But was a prick ever wanted except the pricks that transversed through
The essence of you
Not really there
I lost my needle in your haystack
Asbestos Kisses
Are fooling my lips
And the taste of acid
Is burning the tips of my soul
I lost my needle in your haystack
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5. |
Ever Evolving Inwards
03:00
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Skin As Coarse As A Hangman's Noose
Stab Wound, Finger Prints
I Tried To Convince You To
Be My Fiercest Asp
And Ill Be Your Hemlock Tea
This Will Be The Death Of Me
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6. |
Facepaint
04:00
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Marcell weeps,
His drooping chin
Embrace is cold in your red dress
Fistful of frankenstein and incense
Your soft, Show me your red cloth
Cross-eyed pedalling automaton
Gloves on the tomb
Explore the crypt
Fearful of the monsters underneath
Your soft, Show me your red cloth
Beds are filled with severed heads
Believe there is no hotter empire than you
Smooth like a fire
Your soft, Show me your red cloth
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7. |
Proud
02:44
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We all have hair from the lions mane
Its all our fault he went insane
Once golden king, but now he's tame
Valiant in his paupers cage
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8. |
Fetishized Motherhood
05:07
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Rest Assured, Your Rose Is Alone
With An Embrace That Could Strip Paint
Momentary Cute Cadaver, Motionless Corpse
With A Beast That Sews In Babies Wool
Knitted Black Organs, The Vessels Of Love And Blood
With Veins Of The Thickest Thread, Caresses The Small Of Your Nesting Back
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9. |
The Militant
02:46
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Ink Siblings London, UK
Ink Siblings Is
Connor Kelly
Alfie Killick
little-blood.bandcamp.com
thundermasterfuture.bandcamp.com
screwardyarn.bandcamp.com
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Ephemeral Womb
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All hail Thunder Master Future.
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