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Lyrics

01. Anorexic Insect

Bulimic,
Believe in her,
An insect's dinner,
With bad table manners,
Psychosomatic.

Girl finds a dirty magazine,
Underneath her daddy's bed,
She starts bleeding immediately.

Chain smoking her brother's cigarettes,
The most predictable end to the movie,
Her spit started tasting a little bit bitter,
Like the jealous face of a vegetarian, interior,
The fork became her only enemy, enemy,
The knife became her only friend, only friend,
Another meal made out from amphetamines,
Oh father, please forgive me.

Appalled by her barbies,
Their fake smiles, their bodies,
Her mirror gets angry,
Her waistline, her pussy.

What about service?
What about?
What about siblings?
What about?
What about purpose?
What about?
What about surviving?
What about?
What about service?
What about?
What about surviving?
What about it?

A race to find,
A new way to disguise her size,
Say grace, goodnight mom.
A better place for her to sleep at night.


02. The Aftertaste of Soap

Yours was the first name on the list of credits
Dancing in the train graveyard, celebrating
Your liberated lonely knuckles, discovering
The intimacy between the lines of paper

The ink that only dries in your last days

You drank so much the baby came disfigured,
But it was still your favourite prop
Donning the most expensive burka
And a crossword wedged between its thighs
You're an adult now

Your neighbours, they
Gagged and vomited, but
The sunshine, he
Knew your name that day, and
I almost want to smile

The moans of rusted machinery
Reminding you of your grandparents house
Where every meal lingered from the aftertaste of soap
But was prepared by a love only wheelchairs could manipulate

Yours was the first name on the list of credits
Dancing in the train graveyard, celebrating
Your liberated lonely knuckles, discovering
The intimacy between the lines of paper

Sweetheart,
You cannot be
So persistent
And just please get out
You come across
Too interested

Breathe out


03. My Neighbour Was on TV

The policeman put two and two together,
Ignored the “don't open” sign on the door,
And he found the pieces of her body,
And he blamed the first man around,
We knew it didn't really add up,
But it's hard to argue with a gun,
And it felt so insensitive for us to interfere.

We watched the handcuffs turn his fingers grey,
We watched the 9 o'clock news that night,
We ate our microwaveable dinners,
We could not sleep.

They found her hair,
On the dashboard,
They found, they found, they found...

They found the rotting sneakers, damp
Underneath his kitchen floorboards, woah,
Underneath his kitchen floorboards.
They found the rotting sneakers, damp
Underneath his kitchen floorboards, woah,
Underneath his kitchen floorboards.

And he was my neighbour,
And he was the first man around
So we buried her there.


04. Birthmark Photograph

We can all blame someone else for our faults,
For all that we've become
But when you shake hands with the hole in yourself,
You realise we're the same, the same

As if a lightswitch in her mind,
It cursed all of her damn smarts,
And she prayed she was as fucking dumb
As everyone else was

That's enough!

What about the time
We got the photo of
When our little hero
She met the sad
Man by the river
With the birthmark
Walking with a cane
So familiar
Like her night terrors
He knew her name
Took her by the wrist
And touched her navel

He wore a three piece suit, two sizes too small

And like a play
They held hands
And like her Dad
He said the word

Town tried to protect her
But he had what they could never have

And like a play
They held hands
And like her Dad
He said the word

We can all blame someone else for our faults
For all that we've become
But when you shake hands with the hole in yourself
You realise we're the same, the same

That's enough!

As if a lightswitch in her mind,
It cursed all of her damn smarts,
And she prayed she was as fucking dumb
As everyone else was


05. Orange Soda

Every part of me has been erased,
Bits of my fingers are gone,
Don't know what this translucent tube is,
In my stomach, but it feels wrong,
I used to know how to scream, you know,
But now every sound comes from my thoughts,
I ensure my eyes only turn slow,
Because I don't want to get caught,

And I find clues,
In these brick walls,
It's my handwriting,
But completely illegible

The film moves every time
I blink too rapidly
Feed me,
Please feed me,
Give me food

I am happy,
In my designated corner,
Water drips from the ceiling

Every part of me has been erased,
Bits of my fingers are gone,
Don't know what this translucent tube is,
In my stomach, but it feels wrong,
I used to know how to scream, you know,
But now every sound comes from my thoughts,
I ensure my eyes only turn slow,
Because I don't want to get caught,

And I find clues,
In these brick walls,
It's my handwriting,
But completely illegible


06. Checkmate

Decaying candles,
Perishing gently,
She lit her cigarette,
Reliving how she,
Crucified something,
She once loved,
Yet felt nothing.

Listen!
You cannot be so into yourself.

Behold,
The widow's grown horns,
Her shadow behind

Decaying candles,
Perishing gently,
She lit her cigarette,
Reliving how she,
Crucified something,
She once loved,
Yet felt nothing.

Listen!
You cannot be so into yourself.

Stop! Stop!

“I insist, you've got to have a bit of wine,
It's better for a pallet.
It's the benefit of living in the palace”
Apparently he grew suspicious,
Frisking at the chalice, a fallacy is amiss,
He knew he had been poisoned, but he drank it anyway.


Fingernails grew three inches,
Changed yellow,
Fell off,
Became dust.

He felt the crisis,
Heartbeat, like, twice as
Fast, she was laughing,
His face was priceless,
Rice and a dark foam,
Dried him to brimstone

Decaying candles,
Perishing gently,
She lit her cigarette,
Reliving how she,
Crucified something,
She once loved,
Yet felt nothing.

Listen!
You cannot be so into yourself.


07. Congratulations

Hello. Congratulations.
You. You got the latest.
High score on your little video game (well done!)

Your index finger.
Moved a little faster.
Got the same colours in the exact right order (well done!)

You. You were distracted.
Good. By the music.
Your headphones built a wall between your everything. (well done!)

True. You were distracted.
Bad. Nothing mattered.
Not even the truck knocking down little baby baby.

Didn't see your daughter,
Snowflakes on her tongue,
Head through the windshield,
Shivering from the cold, what have you done, oh my God.

Hey. A little patience.
Girl. A little patient.
Symphony of wires keeps her heart pacing. (well done!)

Man hands you a pen.
Asks for your consent, and
They press the button, let your child die (well done!)

You. You were distracted.
Moved. Your index finger.
Got the same colours in the exact right order.

Didn't see your daughter,
Snowflakes on her tongue,
Head through the windshield,
Shivering from the cold, what have you done, oh my God.

Hello. Congratulations.
You. You got the latest.
High score on your little video game (well done!)

Your index finger.
Moved a little faster.
Got the same colours in the exact right order (well done!)


08. Gag Reflex of Stray Dogs

Her statue moved and stated that this was the worst
Morning she ever had
And she asked us to please forgive her
Handwritten with love
Goodbye

Naturally you remember that corner with that one
Cracked sidewalk every child avoids
Such folklore imprinted out of principle but
She never heard the cries on the playground

Now do you believe in God?
Or are you convinced
That skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
Or are you not sure
About anything anymore?
I don't blame you, I was the same
I thought skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
But now I'm not sure

Naturally you remember that corner with that one
Cracked sidewalk every child avoids
Such folklore imprinted out of principle but
She never heard the cries on the playground

I got your message it smelt of petrol
Gag reflex of stray dogs and people.

Now do you believe in God?
Or are you convinced
That skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
Or are you not sure
About anything anymore?
I don't blame you, I was the same
I thought skipping rope was a metaphor
For a better place
But now I'm not sure


09. I'm Not Having That Much Fun Anymore

I think we might've made a mistake
We weren't looking for this at all
Don't tell anyone what we did

There's a fancy taste in my mouth
My doctor said I shouldn't worry
He told me he's seen this before

Please spare a dime mister
I'm so far from my home
I don't mean to sound dodgy
I just need to use your phone

I'm not having that much fun anymore

Luminous
Puberty
Misogyny


10. Little Handjobs

Once again,
His afternoon nap it was,
Disrupted by the widow’s ghost,
Little handjobs in the back,
Of the carriage, Oh my God,
The horsemen pretended to cough,
Ignored the whispers,
About secrets of how to never grow old
And the ideal method to pronounce the Lord’s name wrong

He could never wash,
The endless mistakes off of his hands,
And he could never smoke out,
The flammable voices inside his mouth

Counting the pebbles from the Church to his house,
Where he confessed about the citrous sting inside of his nostrils,
And the fishhook he swallowed when was just a young boy
Puncturing everything inside of him,
Just let me die.

Once again,
His afternoon nap it was,
Disrupted by the widow’s ghost,
Little handjobs in the back,
Of the carriage, Oh my God,
The horsemen pretended to cough,
Ignored the whispers,
About secrets of how to never grow old
And the ideal method to pronounce the Lord’s name wrong

And he could never wash,
The endless mistakes off of his hands,
And he could never smoke out,
The flammable voices inside his mouth