1. |
The Bishop
05:17
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The Bishop
Law of the land
Law of the sea
The strong move quiet
The weak start riots
Fishing your over flowing banks
For untouched water
But I'm not buying
Crown on a set of grinning blades
Hooks into your triggerman head
I'm crawling up a vision vine
Unplugging the rabbi, reverend air
I know I need your credence
I know I need your focus
I know your God is bogus
I know you don't
I know you think you're decent
I know you have your reasons
Soixante-douze virgin reasons
Let's say you don't
The bishop pushes tricks like a whore
Expecting rooks and castles and more
Sucking holy rain off the floor...Mmm
There's been a lengthy winter in Rome
Made for kissing, licking and more
Blessing burning brows into war
Anaconda dance hall
Through the cracks of your wall
Drinking out of Saint Paul (I know a secret out)
Pressure pain, pleasure stain
Bending bridges with error-proof, tried and true fables filled with shame
I know a secret out
I know I need your credence
I know I need your focus
I know your God is bogus
I know you don't
I know you think you're decent
I know you have your reasons
Soixante-douze virgin reasons
Let's say you don't
The bishop pushes tricks like a whore
Expecting rooks and castles and more
Sucking holy rain off the floor...Mmm
There's been a lengthy winter in Rome
Made for kissing, licking and more
Blessing burning brows into war
See me running off from the start
Gathering art and letters of heart
Stretching out their grip off your home
Soothsayer
Innocent elevate black art fever
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2. |
Lawless Flawless
04:34
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You know he sheds shadows
But I know a savage seeker
In a slow daze kind of rhythm
Carved palms waiting in the wings
Tranced by a flock of blows
Gentlemen of the theater, we got a show!
And they go ooh ooh…
Load another arrow make it go!
And they mouth ooh ooh…
Flow another rumor let it grow
Lawless fool
In your eyes I can see ‘til the moon and sea
But you cracked and you crashed in a flash
Flawless fool
In your eyes I can see ‘til the moon and sea
I will catch when you crash, let’s talk about it
In your eyes I can see through moth and steel
In your lawless flawless kind of vision
They rip the lining from his heart
They have it down now to an art
Break lines into his palm
They call him a creature
Like saints they go preaching
Craft tales that will make him moan
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3. |
Until It Spills
04:39
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Televisions start walking with no power
Amid flight of fire through your towers
Rivers run dry and fish go under ground
White wizards fly and tear down Versailles
Colonies down, powder powder runs this town
And paupers end with crowns
Ravens bear lies, blueprints burn routes
Let go let go, run
Until you hear they've drowned
You host their stares
Until it spills
Onto their licks
Laugh your head off
When you live in a whale
Your house has got no rivals, no heirs
Leave them to wipe each other out
White wizards fly and tear down Versailles
Colonies down, powder powder runs this town
And paupers end with crowns
Ravens bear lies, blueprints burn routes
Let go let go, run
Until you hear they've drowned
Until it spills onto their licks
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4. |
Iris Van Herpen
04:58
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Iris heals the sun on her own.
With a splash of spices she calls them to her home.
She bravely weaves the conquering pawns into swans,
And then speeds like a bird o'er the raging sea, where she can feel.
I met a sea lord on a distant lark.
This sea lord roared through on her ark.
Dragons chase her for her fire to feed their bones.
Ancient faceless gods cure the ports when she comes ashore,
And dearly turn her foes back to dolls, in Aeon Walls.
I met a sea lord on a distant lark.
This sea lord roared through on her ark.
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5. |
Body by Bernays
04:42
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Tigers on your wall
They're out to bend, shape, shift all your dolls
Hear them coming for your pockets?
Bandits on the dock
I'm gonna out run run their savage hearts
See my warning, flaring fire?
Edward trained your bones
To crave, itch, thirst more
Steal and boast with your rockets
Pouring wild hair on the floor
Growing arms like in a folklore
Getting marked down as a warlord
Instincts of your herd
Expose precious stones to grow your score
with your broker, your loyal servant
Mines line your heirlooms
Your booming counselors close gaps with roofs
While you stick forks in a socket
Edward made his mark
And bred hungry hounds to feed on woes
Of the puppets in their lockets
Pouring wild hair on the floor
Growing arms like in a folklore
Getting marked down as a warlord
They say I’m a hunter
Forces, oceans ago
Knocking vast spells that last for your pain
Patterns, artfully cloaked
Hypnotize your wild air pre-Bernays
I want rain
I want reign
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6. |
Marx Marvelous
05:48
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You can sever ties until you're dry
Rip your tracker out blend out of sight
You can ever slightly fade away away away
But they will find a way.
Draw a map of all your lies and wives
That's the net they will use to throw over your eyes
They will bend your ethos out of shape shape shape
But you will find a way.
You're one in a mill'.
Fishing lines crystallize
Born of most crumbling guts
Bones, arms, destined for dust.
Paradigms lacing lines and drafting out the frolic you've seized.
Sedating highest highs and lowest lows, erase, mark deceased.
Headlines paint you a leader, though you trailed me entirely here.
The lever never was the better setter back when grit and wit would push the cushion out from fishing for a bite.
Sign out myself now
Narrow + Grow
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7. |
Midnight X
05:48
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Tripping upside down
The moon rose lower lower
Wildered we climb
Accidentally on purpose
I pulled the tide in
Over your thighs
You extract the drops from the walls
The elastic air, ringing halls
Wind knocking out, such a dance
Paint a primal pattern, advance
Your matrix altered my hands
Killed my modest mode, crushed my chance
To play a passive role in a slow sinking show
til my head blows ah
Shape our southbound mouths
‘Round sipping crowns
Regal, regal, regal supply
Makes you satisfied
Silky man in flux
Stepping on the axis falls
Lethal, lethal, lethal soft bites
Monarch-making eyes
Found the sea you spring from free
Far too free you, far from free me
Francis, black lace,
Weightless in his lips
In me,
Day out
Sea, see me real
We go farrrrrrrr
To sea,
See us runnnn
To the sea
Farrrrrrrr
Talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
I can hardly see the picture
Lay it open, talk about it
You talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk
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8. |
FOMA stylish COMA
03:21
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Turn up the light.
Live by the foma, you’ll find yourself in one stylish coma
What kind of show they play, moved by nylon
Mix up ruin your air. Withdraw. Turn on.
Look at the Xs
See, I don’t believe it
I see no cat or cradle
Turn up the light
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9. |
Aqua
04:09
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10. |
Relle
05:10
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Omniflux Los Angeles, California
Omniflux takes your hand and pulls you deep into the midnight sea. There, with ceaseless flux, she'll bewitch you like a lone, pale jellyfish bleeding light in the bosom of boundless blue. She will caress you with wintry frost and fever. She will make you love her and when you do, she will sting you raw, high and low. ... more
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