My Brain Is a Snake and It's Dying

Culture Is A Wasteland (And I Find Life Dissatisfying)

Washbrain

Live at 2016 National Rock Eisteddfod.

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Have you ever had the feeling (And then I made a noise, soft and guttural)
That inside your skull is a goldmine (And like a button I pushed it again)
I only ask (I've been on the earth too long)
I only ask (I've been on Earth too long)
I only ask because I've pulled gold out of mine (How can you say that you've come your own way if you are your own god)

If I were a drum, I'd be the biggest one
Things I can barely contemplate become the things I love
Run run delirium, ingest my celium
I wasn’t listening then, to these scattered thoughts that I’m soaking in

Present tense
Past tense
Everybody’s so fucking tense
Hence why I’m having slips of the mind
What happened to the gold I thought was mine?

Psychotic Annihilation Of The Mind

Live at 2016 National Rock Eisteddfod.

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Three weeks in a hyper reality
Going on twenty years and it doesn't really bother me
Our affinity's giving me sensations like Schrödinger’s cat
Diving towards oblivion like the drool down your cheeks
To be soaked in a pool, absorbed in the sheets

Suck my soul through the flesh above my collar
Blood rises high leaving black holes in my neck
Ceiling fan slash your hands I realise then and there
The depth of my incapacity
I can't prevent your fatality
The human limitations flood my mind
Your solar flare start plagues my insides

I always hated speaking on the telephone
Now it gives me solace when I am forced to sleep alone
I can't stand the envy when you're feeding on the feeds
You know I love you so boo would you only feed on me?

Three weeks in a zombie apocalypse
Going on twenty years and I never thought it'd be like this
The bliss the bliss the bliss
So long as you don't give up hope
Oh please don't give up hope

Now you're sucking on my collar once more
Although now you're after more than my soul
This time oh how the blood swarms
It breaks on through
And now the box is open.

Hyper Reality

Live at 2016 Rock Eisteddfod 

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If I were me I’d be degenerate and free
A scruff, astray, stuck between two things
My eyes are closed against the oncoming storm
For the sun to rise, requires several things

Heavy fumes weigh down the room 
And sting the septum
Who could have known that I would find my love
Septum
This place is like an alcoholic’s garage in the 80’s
Though proposedly lacking in cocaine and liquor
Hold on I got smoke in my eye

I saw her lying supine on the kitchen floor
A flash of adolescence hunched in the door
Her gorgeous smile stuck to the sun
She said if I were me I would be one


Triumvirate