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when they come
they come for more than one
they come for all
when they come
they come disguised as you and me and him and her
and then, with ease, they slink beside
once they have your ear, they sneak inside
and then
they're gone
they're gone with no blood trail
no need for alarm
so long
the faucet drips
the program skips
and when they're done
no one sees or believes what it leaves
the needs
so whatever you do, just make sure you don't..................
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the big funny
02:50
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what scrapes the bones and causes such sweat?
place chips on the virtue to force and forget
myopic mirages? they're delusion collages
twirling in dance round and round hand in hand
the skulls turn, they're grinning
the carousel keeps spinning
faster and faster and faster unmanned
howling out head tossed, the hilarity is not lost
on these figures as they crash, crumble and burn
the audience sits silent, their future smells violent
their present and past teach them nothing worth learned
what eyes look upon with such cold contempt
this grain of sand and how it's been spent?
let me hang my hat and coat
it's so nice to be here
i've been waiting for this moment for so long
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who's that knocking friendly at my door?
the dog barks once, twice, barks three times
then barks nevermore
who's that gathering up along the sides?
cold breath humming, and buzzing, and coming
like a swarm of flies
the box reassures with a wealth of glowing smiles
one after another as i peek over the covers
and turn my glowing dials
the grotesque masquerade quivers and abounds
a palpable spiral of images and sounds
one vision says one thing
another says another
the voices become louder as they burrow deeper under
i can't be completely sure
but i think they're talking to me
i don't believe a word they say
but i'm compelled to agree
the liquid begins dripping
the contents begin to drain
and we splash around blindly in the dark withering rain
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how is it i was stranded
among all these shiny things
the wall tip toes upon me
demands my air to breath
miles and miles of rows
with no clear view of the door
the parasite stalks it's host
as my body meets the floor
and i see my reflection in the sweat on the tile
behind mine another and it gives us a smile
and everything goes black and when it comes back
it's blurry and cracked and it tastes like bile
and a voice from above, that must be their god
dispatches minions to cleanse an island named three
as i look up at the fun house mirrors
it all becomes quite clear
the cleansing
impending's
for me
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a box for everything
01:42
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unhinge the glass and lift the heavy lid
tiny little daggers protrude
the outside is made up of barbed razor vine
the inside is clinically smooth
well tell me why, well tell me why
there are no windows in this room
a droll response from somewhere unseen
delivered as a ghastly tune
there's no room left on this shelf
but there are far too many shelves (incredulously)
the wrapping paper splits at the seams
the atmosphere heaves and swells
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the hinges are stuck and they smell a little like glue
the walls are smeared and stained with fear
and they all look just like you
well, they don't listen much
and they speak even less
but they do hear the dripping sound under the sink
and it's causing structural stress
lots of tiny figurines
pawns and knights and kings and queens
moving without being seen
and seeing without really being
the glass tilts in and changes face
but the doorknob stays right in place
break in case emergency
rinse, repeat and purge and feed
there must be cure
for this magic bullet
without being sure
i reach, grab, and pull it
let us light a lamp so that you may see the wares
you may feel the tears
during the opening
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eggshells
04:15
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ooooooo the streetlights are shining heat bright
i'm armed to my teeth with mode and means peach rife
dirty wings flutter
sending hurried shudders
up the twisted spine of the real world
reptilian by nature, by nurture cold-blooded
gonna burn it down, salt the earth, lay concrete and flood it
with whispers and dreams
and everything between
gonna turn up the volume, gotta oil that machine
and the venom should be sweet
but on the contrary
it courses through the circuits like the bitterest taste of cherry
and the only sound worse than the stretching of the meat
is the shattering of the eggshells underneath their feet
oh no, where'd the time go?
you can see their banner blowing as they march by your window
uh oh, they've got you in their hand
through the burlap sack on your head you can hear them chant
"who will entomb this capsule in the ground?
who will remember to forget it's sound?
who will bask in the radiant scorn?
who will lay the dirt?
who will mourn?"
toothless they try to chew through the sky
ruthless they fry and useless they find
the measured movements of a misused eye
leave itself empty and it's counterpart blind
and another head grows out and screams it's name
demands the fortunes for which it came
and the streets become alive with the sounds of the voices
and with tumored gestures and voices they stain
one last grasp for that piece of rain
one last gasp to see the name
the box will flicker and it will stay
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birth rattle
03:06
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ashes of masses
a gust of dust
we stack the caskets
because we must
the wires are plugged
the sparks set the fire
hives bleed the memories of a funeral choir
and through the haze of a translucent page
cell animation of a forthcoming day
the rattle is stirred
from dirt a birth
splatters it's awakening to gather it's worth
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