Apollo Beneath The Whip

Vocals by Wolfgang Tillmans, all instruments by Wreck & Reference 
Music by Tillmans, Skinner, Frege, lyrics by Tillmans, produced by Wreck & Reference, mixed and mastered by Klaus Knapp

Heute Will Ich Frei Sein EP

Heute Will Ich Frei Sein

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The horses and the pigs
Might rob each other out on their oil rigs
But you don’t care
You’re already young
Run circles with knives
Read books about trees
Think about death
Accept fate and relax
Run circles with knives
Take off your clothes at night
Or don’t take off your clothes at night
Or wear your skin like paranoia
Run circles with knives
A hundred eyes or two 
Looking out at you
Run circles with knives
A total stillness
That’s greasy and unchanged
Run circles with knives
You might hear voices
About what you should do
But don’t pay attention
Run circles with knives

Once a day you think about breathing
And then you can’t breathe 
A giant blanket of hair
Snuffing you out 
Once a day you think about leaving
But you can’t leave
An enormous friend giving you a hug
In the night
Run circles with knives

Time is a piece of shit and it hates you 
And your manufactured joy
You’ll never get to do
The things you wanted to do
Before you die

Bed frames in the streets
And flames in the sheets 
A hundred eyes or two 
Looking out at you
Don’t want to meet them anywhere
Coated livers and greasy hair
And all the while
Little birds still chirp out their songs in a trash can
But fuck it
You got a picture of your face 
That’s etched into the sun
And you’ve already won
But the paranoid inside me wants out

The fire season in the mountains
Offers up no peace or inspiration
And this is no way to say I’m sorry
Running my head into the bell jar
Over and over
Running my head into the sand
Whenever I can
And etched into the sun is your face
The paranoid inside me wants out

Apollo Beneath The Whip

Wreck and Reference

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