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I’ve, got plenty of dead skin to get rid of,
my fingernails
and the roots of my hair.
SHED
I watch your movements
how could you be human?
You’ve been forging the stones
to chip at my bones,
lover, ex-lover.
WHERE. DO. YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU DIE?
CANT WASTE TIME
WHEN YOU’RE DEAD.
There is no promise,
just live your fucking life.
Suicide
is contrived,
stay alive.
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RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
LICKING AND SUCKING AND FUCKING AROUND
DAWNING MY LEATHER ALL AROUND TOWN
LOOK AT MY CLOTHING MY CHAINS AND MY WHIPS
THIS RED-YELLOW LEATHER, MAKES ME FEEL FUCKING
SICK
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
THIS IS WHY
I CAN’T GET OFF
ZIP UP YOUR MASK
I CAN’T STOP SHAKING, THE LONGER IT’S TAKING,
THE MORE THAT I WANT THAT LEATHER ON MY BACK!
NO APOLOGIES FOR YOU
GET THE FUCK AWAY,
GET THE FUCK AWAY
NOW
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
RED LEATHER YELLOW LEATHER
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CATHETER
03:07
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FORGET
GARDEN MASQUERADE
DECAYING FLOWERS
PEDALS IN MY HANDS
UNDYING CONCERN
SUTURES ON MY BACK
DIRECT BYPRODUCT
PICKING UP THE SLACK
BUT NOT FOR YOU I WONT, NO
I CANT
I WONT
I CANT
I WONT
I WILL NEVER(X4)
CHANGE
TREAD LIGHTLY
BE WEARY
I CAN SMELL A RAT FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY
SINK MY TEETH IN
YOUR BANDAGE
TASTES JUST LIKE DISDAIN DID, THOUGHT I’D NEVER TASTE IT
DRY DISGUISE
OPEN UP YOUR THIGHS BUT ONLY FOR THE SUMMERTIME
WET DEMISE
WETTER THAN THE RAIN IS, DRYING UP MY PATIENCE
DROWNING SLOWLY, MAKE UP YOUR PEACE
GODDAMN NEEDY
YOU KILL YOUR SOUL TO SURVIVE IN THIS CITY
600 feet into the yard, a bruised blossom stood frail between two patches of grass and
300 feet into the street theres a wilting lilly that broke out of the pavement.
Harsh conditions, chloroplast denial inside cytoplasm misgivings.
I can feel the weight
WAIT
WEIGHT
WAIT
FORGET
FORGET ABOUT THE PLANS WE HELD
THE FLOWERS STAYED ON THE HOTEL BED
WAITING
WEIGHTED
IF I DIE BEFORE I WAKE, PLEASE TAKE MY BODY TO THE LAKE
TIE AN ANCHOR, TO MY LEGS AND WATCH ME AS I FUCKING SINK AWAY
BOUQUET OF DEAD ROSES ON THE HOTEL BED, I WILL NEVER SEE THE LIVING COLOR GREEN AND I WILL NEVER SMELL THE SCENT OF GASOLINE AGAIN.
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Bolo Santosi Plymouth, Massachusetts
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Andrew Coffey - vocals
Joel Fagerberg- guitar
James MacNeil - bass
Billy Sears - drums
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