I was picking leeches off my skin in the shower after being in a stagnant pond and it reminded me of this song

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A place where light can hide, intrusive thoughts of suicide and a deep love  

The soul that was ripped apart, I hold in this vessel dreaming,

 For all my Scars and burns that run deep over my veins I must confide,

So my sights so empty I can only feel of moments that breathe, 

 So the edge of this knife, 

Cuts out the parts of the damage I hold, I pray to god they die with me,

Which I can not find relief, from the nightmares that rape my mind,

 Hollowing out myself, 

Just to walk among the living,

Disconnected, shapeshifting, wearing a mask of many smiles with blacked marble gloss eyes,

But underneath that mask 

Is the mask of the dead child , 

Now the man transformed into the chameleon  of flowers to the beholder,

  The child that was once my inner self ,  

That's been lobotomized, from the hands of the adversaries, 

For every time you screamed at me, for every time you beat me,

To the false feeling of love being used when you got to close to me,

Just to be ripped away by the infidelity but thankful you where destroyed ,  

 For I lived through a waking hell, 

From being tortured continually abandoned looking for love in the abusive void, 

Used sexually like a doll in a barless cage,

 A torment enduring the shame of feeling anything at all

The shame of having emotions,

 That bleed all over the floor, from the loss of my innocents,

Cradled deep below inside the dawn of my memory ,

I find myself crying to the sounds of the breaking morning,

As sleep is the enemy I must reflect on this,

Shattered like a church window,

The glass that is as stained as my soul 

Fractured but not lost forever

I one day will be whole  

Even if the pieces don't fit perfectly,   
Seas of dissociation lifting out of the mortal,  

A stolen soul of the gods of silence,

Battling the pull of depression and remembrance, 

I'm emptied of everything I can't remember anything,
Lost in the stars of the omega I can feel something,

A beating of my heart in a womb of darkness,

I float in eternity in a distortion of reality,

Dreaming in the void I speak with my inner self no sense of warning,    

Where am I,

Where have I gone,

Who am I, what have I become

Drifting in oblivion, but numb to the feeling of thoughts this must be true,

Crossing the land of the dead in the emptiness , but it has a pulse a hollow heart skin turning the color of bluento the deep of the unconscious,

The realm of hell and dreams, 

Walking on planes of stars and cosmic realities, 

Mixing days, breathing into nights, holding on to the edge of sanity, the lights of the soul that melts to ash and falls to blinded sight,

The terror rolls over me to the fantasies that ignite to liquid flames,

Reality bleeds like rain falling from the midnight sky,

Into the colors of the sands of nothingness they sink,

Like the setting of the sun to the land of the dead,

 For the abyss is eternity within forgetfulness,

Is it real when I still have control?

My hands in this broken state of sanity,

In a place unknown but so deep inside,

That the fabric of time cries, as I look in the mirror to see a blur a person me with no eyes,

As it dines on the madness, to make you live a life in minutes but feel as real as distant memories 

It births from my screams and sighs  of fleeting bliss to nightmares of filth,

A shallow grave but it's still floats above my bed,

 Ripping you away to bring you back to life,

Was it a dream or was it another life, or was I dead,



Inner Child

From an album by Machine Girl called Because I'm Young and  Arrogant and Hate Everything You Stand For

...BECAUSE I'M YOUNG ARROGANT AND HATE EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR

MCHNGRL VS WLFGRL

Machine Girl have made it their job to consistently produce truly impressive digital chaos. The Ugly Art is their first release with live drums that make their performances an experience and not just a show. No gimmicks. Real genuine Cyber Punk. Vastly experimental, their sound is becoming increasingly difficult to compare to other artists as it stands alone taking very real risks. Body horror meets heart warming nostalgia. 

KOF#324 

Music by: Machine Girl 
Drums by: Sean Kelly 
Mastered by: David Little 
Additional Engineering By: Errol West and Dwight Flemming 

Thanks to: Henrietta Lockheart, Spencer Williams, Ava Moon, Kill Alters, Five Star Hotel, Orange Milk, Colby Couillard, Kathy Hickey, Gabe from Wasteman, Miguel Angel and all of ya'll!
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released October 12, 2018

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This Is Your Face On Dogs

here's a song i made in the car that i've been opening shows with. hope u enjoy!

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