...for their sins

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Weaver - Vocals, bass, guitar, drum programming, synth, producer, lap steel (3), mix engineer (1-7, 9-12), mastering

Luhas - Visual direction
Lopashes - Cover art

Astrophysics - Producer (1)
Hexosphere - Producer, guitar (2)
Termi - Whistling (3)
Kintsugi - Producer, guitar, bass. mix (8)
bp iv - Producer (11)

Lopashes: https://twitter.com/lopashes
Luhas: https://luhas.neocities.org/
Astrophysics: https://www.youtube.com/@Astrophysicsynth
Hexosphere: https://hexosphere.bandcamp.com/
Rat Jesu: https://www.instagram.com/ratjesu/
Zumtru: https://soundcloud.com/zumtru
Kintsugi: https://soundcloud.com/xxkintsugi
8485: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3LwiPwIJNshV4ItekGcIMo
bp iv: https://soundcloud.com/bpiv

SEWING UP THEIR SKIN

@astrolives

Ease my weary mind
Sedated by your decline
Oh, drown my tired eyes
Thirsty for loss of light

Clay in my brain
Flower bed your bouquet
Mirror in the way
My own face or yours its all the same
When this wasteland falls
When this sky caves in
Hold onto my hands cold from the time we've spent
When my dreams collapse and my heart caves in
Staple pieces up from the shape I'm in
When my skin unwraps and my frame falls in
Suture my nerves up from the shape I'm in
Form the shape I'm in

(my) tired eyes + astrophysics [astrophysics + murrumur]

@Hexosphere

This awful place where angels break
The foulest dreams we set ablaze
Where is your shape?
Shiver in new ways
The saddest scenes
The wasted days

This awful place
This constant plague
We'll starve the shade
My light in chains

Every second's like a dream I'm entangled in
So I'm reaching, waiting for the end you softly said
If we were intertwined then you could read me at a glance
But it wasn't enough to kill half to become a twin
Never mind, never found the light
Time to overwrite
Thousand years ago, fused together like a kernalsprite
Never fine, never right, always fight or flight
Sick in body, sick in mind
One eye open with a knife
This pure decay has taken shape
I watch myself waste through my days
Where is my shape
Its fallen away
I watch myself waste through my days

This awful place
This constant plague
We'll starve the shade
My light in chains
My light in chains

PLAGUE [Hexosphere & Murrumur]

angel hospital (sewing up their skin)

I know you're frustrated
And you know i can't take this
Live prey just fated
Torn apart at the skin

Will it resonate
And reflect in your head when my voice starts to break
Watch me suffocate
Never mind what I said, just prepare to amputate it
Dug a shallow grave for the sleepwalker that you sent to sea
Slip and score their clay
They were always awake, you don't know anything, no
We kissed with an absent face
Deep water I'm disengaged
Every day's the same
Fuck your help I don't care you're well meaning
I'll blindly wait
While the bluest flames set my church ablaze
You'll have to carry that weight
Sedatives aside all your words are serrated

And i know you're frustrated
And you know i can't take this
Live prey just fated
Torn apart at the skin

Did I always mean just to end up this way
Just to be a machine
While my wires bleed
Prostrate to God, yeah I know I'm unclean
Never heard you sing
Your cadence is warm but my ears fell deaf
And you'll hold your breath
Secrets you'll compress to yourself to the end

lamb

I never ever wake up
Lips inverse
Don't speak the lingo
Since we're never taken care of
Poison angels swim with minnows
Guess i thought I'd only die once
Cyclic action change on impulse
Convulse while my blood just boils
Burn my fields and dry my soil

Guess there's one thing that doesn't change
I'll change and always feel the same
So i guess I'll tell the truth that I love myself and truly hate you
Guess there's one thing that doesn't change
I'll change and always feel the same
So i guess I'll tell the truth that I love myself and truly hate you

Well I'd always love to say what's gnawing at my corpse still walking
I was raised to stop my crying, shut my mouth and stick to fawning
Guess there's no point in mourning stolen past
Its just exhausting
For now I'll stick to longing
Never found sense of belonging

Its like an ache that doesn't fade
Stapling sutures to my fake face
Warped by focal points and agitated disappointment
Guess there's one thing that doesn't change
I'll change and always feel the same
So i guess I'll tell the truth that i love myself and truly hate you

When I feel my wings are growing choral psalms blossom around me
Shining and never showing demons cutting at my heartstrings
Every year i wait for winter
Mushroom clouds freeze onto concrete
I'll stare back through the mirror
apprehensive due to repeats

i can feel my wings growing!

@pincode8485
@bpiv

Murrumur:
I think I've hit another point
Where I'm not sure what i am
Threads don't start then never end, never end
My room is splattered with pastel blood
And photos of the dead
And dead ends from the hair that I've kept
Tethers mend
Patchwork friends with empty sigils in their names
Find a vein and draw their blood
Lost in language all the same
All the same

8485:
Hello please
Legacy recall
Crawl my backup files
Facial scan, halfway smile
Sudden face, sudden glance
Camera flashes back again
I watch the change reanimate itself
A frame a day and forget where it ends
I came back wrong,i wake up then
Missing now, shrouded thieving lore
From my unselves’ unfriends unsuspected nonetheless
Covering up my unclean hands

Body 40 below
Time frozen and cold
As it would be, as it should
As above, so it goes
Body left, representing innocence even in death
Tore my tongue and went ahead
From the last back to the next
The threshold gets your fingers wet

Murrumur:
Cancer’s sixes as Gemini's twins eat themselves like a snake
All my skin, all my limbs tear and screech like violin strings
Venus splits me into halves, into thirds, into fourths
Initiate second phase, second gate from the source
Coincidence, 108
Is there more to this fate
Hallucinate fragmentation
Replication of my frame
Let me out of this case
Vessel’s sick, no escape
But if i cut myself away I'm not worth shit
And I’ll still age

In the mirror someone’s face
What was i called anyway?
Different places, different names
Different masks, different tape
Navigate through my maze
Labyrinth, stew in hate
Centipede made of threads
Every leg carries death out to the places that I’d fear to tread
Not sure it’d ever end
Let it end
I’m shreds
Dead again and again
And again

patchwork of the twins + 8485 [murrumur & bp iv]

hospital courtyard wraith

weaver@doll.network

@scissorfoundry & @mousemallowpop