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Marble Faun
03:47
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Decrepit mansions, overgrown greying gardens on a cliff edge where the universe drops off into oblivion
Old Beale family portraits, silver Venetian masks stuck to the wall
Punctured inflatables at the bottom of drained out swimming pools
Old corridors haunt themselves
Weather dependent mental health
Presidential disapproval for a life with cats, racoons and marble fauns
Old corridors haunt themselves
Weather dependent mental health
Presidential disapproval for a life with cats, racoons and marble fauns
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Prior Engagements
02:36
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Blind of a faith due to a prior engagement
Suspended in limbo, lack of definite placement
Damned from the onset, born of sacrilege mindset, burdened with suffering millennia old
Visions of burning, directed by Lurhmann
Ryder portrayal of the inherent shame
Caught in a dress, the judgements passed in a vestments
Fast track to Hell upon a mere suggestion
Blind of a faith due to a prior engagement
Suspended in limbo, lack of definite placement
Trade in the guilt, the former kingdom rebuilt inside some warehouse with walls of neon, mirror and silk
Head under water and over the border
Glittering, empty of original sin
Penultimate act, the most unholy of pacts upon a stage full of clergymen in leather and chains
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Sparkly Deathtrap
04:27
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Purpose for living, insisting a difference to any premature endings
Casts out a reach as these things tend to in dreams and it’s a feeling only Heaven would envy
Sparkly deathtrap, a split second chance and my lips tremble fast as I breathe
My fingernails dig into the skin of my palm and my tongue threads the cracks of my teeth
Short of a breath, a tourniquet for the chest in a grip that truly never lets go
Call Heaven sent, final demands for the rent in less desirable divine intervention
A shot at perfection and lifelong regret casting shadows that reach the same length
My pupils dilate as I follow a path in the direction of a sparkly deathtrap
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I'm A Big Winner
05:54
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Love to feel the sand till it gets too small
Cupid’s sharp sharp bow is hard to ignore
I sculpted a lover but they couldn’t talk
So I engulfed them into my own form
Cos I’m a big winner
Got nothing to prove
I’ll fall in love in summer
With the delicate air of the afternoon
You’ll call me up and I’ll hang up
I don’t need an excuse
Cos I’m a big winner
(I’m a big winner)
When the cheerleaders emerge from their slumber
And I’m plucking grass in the afternoon
But it’s too cold for friends and the Greek alphabet
And I’m not in love and I’m confused
Cos I’m a big winner
Got nothing to prove
I’ll fall in love in summer
With the delicate air of the afternoon
You’ll call me up and I’ll hang up
I don’t need an excuse
Cos I’m a big winner
(I’m a big winner)
Cos I’m a big winner
Got nothing to prove
I’ll fall in love in summer
With echoing voices and honeydew
You’ll call me up and I’ll hang up
I don’t need an excuse
Cos I’m a big winner
(I’m a big winner)
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