45s and 33s preying on 16s
lock them up. throw away the very key.
And I'd like to see your death march
for leaving those psychic scars
lock 'em up throw away the very key.

Gravitate away. Some things don't change.

will you, can you, keep your bruises to yourself?
I should load it up and send you straight to hell.
No windows, locked doors. violence on the bathroom floor.
I should load it up and blow your gourd.  

Gravitate away. Some things don't change.  

Gravitate Away

Flora, I had a new drug
It was a purple one -
all my love.
my mind was mud,
dried to dust and died.
I want your damage - the biggest lie

How will you keep from duplicating?

And look at that, I don't float.
Say what you will, say what you won't
I'm sinking. I'm back to the base.
I keep on waking up in negative space.

How will you keep from duplicating?

Have you reduced yourself to nothing without your physicality?

I'm going to sever the transcendental tether.
It's going to die - the purple line. 

Duplicating

well I don’t know what the mystic said.
the maharaja’s talking head
in my television set’s reflection
of my body bending, breaking, taking,
whatever it wants.

and he’s staring into a void too big to explore anymore.
little dots becoming little dots.
his brain’s bending, breaking, taking
whatever it wants.

well I don’t know what the mystic said.
the maharaja’s talking head
in my television set’s reflection
of my body bending, breaking, taking,
whatever it wants.

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