WHEN I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU
I WILL TILL YOU IN THE SOIL

THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO CODIFY
THE FUNGUS THAT YOUR BODY CIRCUMSCRIBES
THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO CODIFY
THE ORGANS AS THEY BECOME ATOMIZED

THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO WITNESS THIS
INDIGNATION WRAPPED AROUND A FIST
THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO WITNESS THIS
A CIRCUMSTANCE WHERE YOU DO NOT EXIST
SO GET USED TO IT

HOW DARLING IS THE TASTE 
OF MEDICINE WE MAKE?

WHEN I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU
I WILL FEED YOU TO THE BEAST
WHEN I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU
I WILL FEED YOU TO THE BEAST
SO WE CAN ALL EAT

WHEN I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU
I WILL FEED YOU TO THE BEAST
WHEN I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU
I WILL FEED YOU TO THE LOVE WITH YOU
SO WE CAN ALL EAT

THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO COMMANDEER
THE VEHICLE PILOTED BY YOUR FEAR
THERE WILL BE NO ONE TO COMMANDEER
 THE SHIP THAT WRECKED AND STRANDED US BOTH HERE

THERE WILL BE NOTHING TO SACRIFICE
THE LIGHT’S ALREADY LEFT FROM BOTH OUR EYES
THERE WILL BE NOTHING TO SACRIFICE
A PRESENT THAT WAS NEVER WORTH THE PRICE

I DON’T WANNA FEEL BAD
I DON’T EVER WANNA FEEL BAD

MEDICINE

I WANT TO PUSH YOU HARDER
I WANT TO PUSH YOU HARDER
I AM THE SUIT OF ARMOR
I WANT TO PUSH YOU HARD
I WANT TO PUSH YOU HARDER
I WANT TO PUSH YOU HARDER
WHY ELSE WOULD I BOTHER?
I WANT TO PUSH YOU HARD.

THIS IS SUCH A TERRIBLE WASTE
TAKE A LOOK AROUND
THERE ARE PEOPLE STARVING
WHILE YOU’RE STUFFING YOUR MOUTH

THIS IS AN INCREDIBLE PACE
WE ARE NOW EN ROUTE
TO INTERSECT WITH OUR BODIES
AS THEY HIT THE GROUND

PUSH

I’ve had a nosebleed every day since you died
and I don’t think that it means anything. 
Pathetic in a way I have criticized others for
feeling guilty for laughing or not laughing
or worrying or not worrying
for resting or working
rushing to write things down
time is so corrosive now
I’m starting to forget the way things worked
it was all too simple
the muscle memory
atrophies away
and there’s a day where I am happy but I don’t think of your face


I wish it was uncertain but it’s not
Billions of years

I have had a nosebleed every day since you died
and I know it doesn’t mean anything.
Casually endangering myself
not looking before crossing the road
as cosmic protest to a cosmology I don’t accept
call it “soft suicide”
but i’m scared that I’ll never die
or that I’ll die tomorrow
and nothing in-between
it just feels so useless
to progress
knowing slates are wiping clean
and even if I see the future
I won’t know what it means.

I have had a nosebleed every day since you died

Funny how it all shakes out
a shaggy dog that shames its owner
middle of the traffic, middle of the day
you can tell where you are by the color of the lines
I am where I’ve always been
a beggar on a palanquin
I shaved my head and no one asked
if this is midlife crisis cope shit but it is

I can get away with most
of my self-destruction if I do it quietly
everyone is working, middle of the day
and I had a panic attack for no reason
I think it was the coffee?
I am using every part of the animal
the flesh is “discontent,” the meat is “content”
and I am drowning in its blood
and strangers’ compliments
and emails from enthusiastic organizations

I am interested but I am tired
from stepping over corpses of the recently dead
I know that is nonsense, in the middle of the day
but knowing that it’s nonsense isn’t helpful when night falls
It has been a week since I
had a nosebleed, which I was using to mark days
a ritual calendar that I was using to atone
a modicum of pain that no one could fault me for

the dregs of this
will persist
long beyond
their usefulness
as if they already haven’t yet
I am turning circumspect
a hermit who doesn’t want to leave the cave
but I want so bad to show you what I’ve made
but still you can’t come in
the dregs of this
will persist
long beyond
their usefulness
as if they already haven’t yet

Dregs

Mutually unintelligible
Do you remember my name?

there’s a change of the guards
I hope you’re ready
I plan to keep my eye on you
tender in the moment
only means the meat
is easier to cut through. 

When it comes time to grieve
I will grieve with you
When it comes time to grieve
I will grieve for you

Could you please inform them
I was dreaming you were dead?
Neutral ground’s been ceded
I repeat: they want our heads
easy to believe it that it has come to this
it would always come to this
to this

When it comes time to breathe
I will breathe for you

When It Comes

It’s a bust
the dumbing down of love
and grief and hate 
for the sake of song 
has made fools of us. 

It is not
for making into art
we have been cruel
I apologize
for what it is I do
and I am doing

it’s a trick but
we have torn the flesh
and there’s no mending
we pride ourselves on pointing out
what it is we broke

it’s too much
ankle deep in shit
and still I’m thinking
how lovely it will be
once I have made a piece of art

my art isn’t worth it

recycled sound
you’re used to it by now
a crutch
I’m breaking windows quickly
there’s no time
to wrap my hand

in disgust
you’re right to point it out
there is sausage to be made
there are deals to be discussed

in the dark
the now and final dark
there’s a place where it is warm
and I don’t have to think so much

I forget
the strangest little things
I love you
and a song can only drag that through the mud

Art Isn't Worth It.

Lately I’ve
been dreaming my
tongue was swollen,
bitten, eaten out,
oh, but they were kind,
they left me with my
eyes, soft and closed
and moving,
generating movies,
a shame to go to waste
if there’s nothing I can say.
If you’d like to be replaced,
we can replace you.

I was holding out,
you were managing your doubt
so well until now,
so well until now,
but I was holding out,
you were managing your doubt
so well until now,
oh, well until later,
but I won’t control my fast cascading temper
forever.

Were the trees shivering?
Or are you hiding in them?
Makeshift shelter
for inclement weather,
an eye in the sky over my head,
or are you leaving me for dead?
Frost forming out here
while I search,
light pouring in the corners
illuminates my breath,
dissolves every circumstance.

If you’d like to be replaced,
you could’ve fooled me.

I was holding out,
shelter held under the clouds
so well until now,
so well until now,
I was holding out,
shelter held under clouds
so well until now,
oh well, rebuild later,
but I can’t control how fast they fell the timber
forever.

Call off the dogs,
call off the knocks,
I know you sent them,
I could use a little privacy,
call off the ambulance,
call off the avalanche,
you know I give into my paranoia easily.

Where are you going?

I know it’s you at my door
and I know what you want.

I was holding out,
checking locks and standing ground,
so well until now,
so well until now,
I was holding out,
so well until now,
checking locks and standing ground,
oh well, you’ll find me later,
but I can’t control my finger on the button
forever.

Call off the dogs,
call off the knocks,
call off the search for answers,
call off the graceless fruitless chase,
call off the dogs.

Dogs (Until Now)

There's a forest near my house and I can smell when something dies there

You begged me 
take it to the grave
and I held my tongue
but I can not relate
I hope you resolve it
before it dissolves you

whom among us here  is being honest?
Whom among us here is being honest?
Because I can give you what you want
but you, you had better want it.

Did they found you cowering?
What a coward you must be then
you will never find me shivering
I’m wrapped wrapped in fur like a heathen
on cold night it pays
to be a beast

wrapped in fur like a heathen

Un morceau sombre et intense, idéal pour les fans de trap et de rap urbain. Laissez-vous emporter par des beats profonds et des paroles puissantes. #MidnightHustle

TRAP / "Midnight Hustle"

From the soundtrack of episode 6 of WOE.BEGONE, ONCE.wav

When It Comes

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