this break gives me nightmares and heals my trauma

a fully capable hand

https://letterboxd.com/film/sunshine-2007/

solar death

a new world

Produced by me
Mastered by @43u
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Does it make you want to dance 
Let’s cut eyes into our palms 
Would my body look hot crushed and mangled inside of your car
Does it make you want to dance
Purple Neck imprinted hands 
At the party a wolf’s drooling for a sacrificial lamb
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Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance
Frail legs tripped, I think I heard a snap 
Crows in Droves, it’s all a front, she knows
A birthday suit barley shielding the fragile bones
A howl, A scowl, lets be quiet like an owl
Necrotic flesh being gnawed on by the hounds 
Sad clowns she drowned that’s a party foul 
Wings clipped, from a pretty face to a wrung fowl

WOLVES DANCE

Mothers Intuition

Produced by me
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A Quiet stare from a doe
A harsh embrace from the cold
Would your eyes still glow 
Reflecting blood in the snow

One string unsown
I heard voices below 
think there’s bodies down there?
If you’re too scared we won’t go 

Hollow breathing overpowered by a ticking clock
Adverse to prayer but quick to kneel 
There’s lights behind us flickering I think we’re being stalked
Ms Rabbit became Ms roadkill on her final walk

Skin constricting a spine 
Grotesque yet pretty 
I must opine 
It’s all out of pity 
Would you pay with your flesh 
To escape the fee
When cold kisses your nose
Will you give in and freeze 
 
Pretty bows, a crown befits a doe
A pain inside your head humming low but then it grows
If you were a mouse in a trap would you fight and gnaw 
would you feel victory when your leg comes off

a pretty face ripped apart 
Beauty drowns and fades once set in a vase 
Is the fear of decay what protects your facade 
The hole to your wrist slowdances with your heart 
A leap from the nest an attempt in forlorn 
A smile veiling the true look of scorn 
A life made useless from toils left torn 
Smile and wince, it looks good in the porn

Would you gouge out your eyes
To not spoil surprise
Would you dance in the night 
After he said goodbye
Would you cut off your wrist 
Carving bit by bit 
If a man in a suit 
Promised eternal bliss 
Would you cut off your legs 
To escape walking though thicket 
Would you carve up your body 
For a golden ticket 
Would you smile and bow
As the curtain comes down 
And as the satin drowns 
Make a face like a clown 

A flock of crows 
Laughing at what’s beheld
Are we stuck in a dream 
My legs are stuck from a spell
A gentle gust and drow
The roar of tubular bells 
Would it be different 
In the second circle of hell

A dash of sugar to sweeten up the cake 
You feel claws scarping as it viscerates your throat
A dash of bitter now your salivas opaque 
You try to form words but you just sound like a crow

IF YOU'RE TOO SCARED WE WONT GO

semi autumn

Produced by me
mastered by @43u
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Mold plaguing
The fridge 
Blood under the teeth
Corpse in the hometown 
Needa get out the city 
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If I died in the snow 
Would you feel chilly
When your skin tears I qeueze 
Its like we’re Siamese 
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Lacking awareness she’s being cuddled by a corpse
The downward curve of your breast to stomach while you lie on the floor
A placid pale visage shot on super 8
16mm on ur rib cage to accentuate your waist
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The soul is in the eyes
But yours produced no light 
Her skin glows a luscious pale 
Theres a full moon tonight
There’s a fridge full of whores
My head fell on the floor
roll of film tinted red 
Of beauty adjourned 
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A weird habit that occurs while walking down a hallway 
Eyes glued to walking feet for what could be afar 
A girl of whom looks prettiest on Sunday’s 
Nice suit, business card she’s gonna be a star
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The feeling of skin
Recently wet
Her smile looks kind in the rain
But you sense forms of regret
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The bath’s tinted pink
Do you think that he wept
There’s 9 circles in hell 
Lets cut our wrist and roulette
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Vomit inside the stall
From a blonde who has it all
Teeth bleeding from a silver spoon
Yet you find yourself enthralled 
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When she talks, she’s bleeds
Her mouth shut less it’s for sale
Could the cure for gluttony 
Be a mouth full of staples
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Why is the lamb silent
I wish she would call me 
Her legs are turning yellow 
Exposition atrophy 
Awake into a dream
A shouting motion but a silent scream
Triangles encasing eyes surrounding me what could it mean

SILVER & STAPLES

R.I.P Rosie 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Mothers Intuition

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