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Introduction.
03:00
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These hearts we're running on are far from the first set we're given.
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2. |
For Jodorowsky.
02:09
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These hands, they don't work like they once did.
Ghost appendages. I've learned a different way.
Seeing only the present riches. Rerouting hearts I've stopped.
I thought I found my way back (peddle your young).
I thought I could touch again (exploit your sons).
In the Harlot's House, everything is eventual.
Infrared marital bed.
I have my pride.
Cutting corners; false archive.
I am what I am, nothing more.
Clasped in prayer; severed on the floor.
You never understood me?
I never will.
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3. |
X.
03:33
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Wide lens. Vacant.
Wandering without lust.
Violent entertainment. (Tell me about yourself)
Contain it. (Dormant hatred)
Crawling in sight, I could leave you alone but I've seen you burn out lights.
We're all transparent.
Rehearsed our lines for interrogation.
What are these roles we love? As magnetic as animals?
Mesmer.
These things break when nothing goes our way.
We will go about our lives in living black and white.
I can't stop. Is this always how you thought?
Hold your tongue. The irony of getting what you want.
Wired pulled automatons.
Break the mold, hide in tropes. Philosophy's gone cold.
Is this always how you thought?
Mesmer.
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4. |
Rose//Lotus
02:55
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My thoughts and treasures have been here forever.
Don't make that mistake.
Arms can reach far.
Roots can pull deep.
Red is the clutter we keep for each other.
Always hating. Always building family from sickness.
I won't ever let it happen.
Like all Flowers in the Attic,
they draw a sky to show our eyes limits.
Raising another's young; inviting tongues that all went drone.
This house won't leave me the hell alone.
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5. |
Possession.
03:54
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The wall. What we want.
To our backs, in the courtyard.
Not what we feel, but what we need.
It's not decided when we bleed
out a canvas that documents harbored thoughts in cement.
Breathe it all. Sister Chance and Cold War.
Separate beings.
For the first time, you are vulgar to me.
But I can't be what you've built me to be.
Sailors will hold their breath in a house that manifests a life lived best.
We're all compliant hostages.
I've thought it pragmatic of you to reduce us to stutter.
Separate beings.
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6. |
Madam, Keep Doubting.
03:45
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(These are the conversations we have when we die)
The boards have their teeth.
This house is a mask, it's me.
Returned bearing grief. I'll make believe
that this fortunate find could mean everything.
Dancing with the rest; a kind of transcendence.
You can pick it apart; pull off the skin.
Red Herring or not, this is where we begin.
Beat to a pulp, our ghosts are kept from us.
But what we pass off as fodder and feed one another
shares the same traits as bridges that friends venture off of.
Grievances whispered will be your to treasure.
I've been waiting for years.
And after all this wreck I can sleep again.
Categorizing sects, I can sleep again.
I've been waiting for years.
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7. |
rose//lotus.
03:07
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Promontory Chicago, Illinois
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