Name: Envy by DefLoathe in Louder plz
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: The complete self-titled Jerome EP. Released in 2019, remastered from the original recordings from 2007.

Louder plz

We Speak Texan - Crematoria

The complete self-titled Jerome EP. Released in 2019, remastered from the original recordings from 2007.

Jerome

Envy

your ticket to the gun show -The bullet never lies

she died real pretty- donny moore vs the timberlane super fan

Tower Of Rome - Demo (2003 Full Album)

Not Your Last Blood Oath

victimblamed-heres the gun, priest

Demo

Line Line Dot Dot Operation Cootie Shot

All the Moves in the World Don't Mean Jack When You Meet the Stone Cold Stunner

Lemme Get Extra Sauce Too... Bitch

We Speak Texan - Gangstas Don't Die

As this body, i exist- The harvest

These Skylights Mimic Our Freedom

IDWU - For all the hatred you have twords us

Eat A Helicopter - I Dreamt Of Flying Wolves

Spider Killed Bananaman- All The Guilt Lays On You

We are not many
We are the same one wearing different fractures of night
Each beak a different yesterday that refused to die
Each talon a tomorrow that learned to walk backwards
Listen through the bone behind your ear:
a soft chalkboard scraping made of lullabies turned inside out
The Owls do not fly
They unhook gravity and let the air fall upward
Cities rise like startled pigeons
and are caught in our throats
We keep a parliament in the hollow of a dead clock
The hands spin counter-sunwise
Every hour we vote on which memory of yours to erase next
The motion always carries
There is no opposition
Only the echo that lost the argument
A child draws an owl on the wall
The crayon screams
The wall begins to blink
By morning the house has migrated three inches closer to the forest
The parents will not notice
They have already been replaced by polite silhouettes
We lay eggs of polished absence
When they hatch, a room forgets it ever had a door
People walk in circles until their shoes forget the concept of ground
Then we feed
Do not trust the moon
It is only our oldest member wearing a borrowed face
When it wanes, it is molting
When it is full, it is lying
Somewhere a priest tries to bless the dark
The dark accepts the blessing
and returns it folded into a paper owl
He unfolds it
Inside is his own tongue
It is still moving
It is apologizing for sins it hasn’t committed yet
We do not hoot
We subtract the distance between your heartbeat and silence
Until only one of them remains
Guess which
The horses know
They gallop in perfect quiet
because they traded their neighs for extra eyes
Now they see what we see
Now they run from it
Now they run toward it
There is no difference anymore
When the last streetlamp gives up its ghost
we will fold the city like a letter
and slide it under the world’s tongue
The world will taste iron and regret
Then it will swallow
You will hear nothing
You will feel the feathers brushing the inside of your name
as it is gently, politely,
unwritten
The Owls
have already voted
on whether you were ever here
The vote was delicious

The Owls

The Fayettiville Massacre

Midwest Aggression
(all tracks posted are not my band, this is simply music that I felt like sharing or isn't available anywhere else.) 

Envy

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