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Mal Ad Just
03:17
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Reassess the way you choose the people you deem likely to do harm,
"Good" is a layer of paint too thin that you helped apply.
Shown face: known benefactor in display
I found a joy in me, damned from the awareness that I want to fight.
One million silences converge into ten thousand gashes.
God gave the wound, you make the salve with your own two bleeding hands.
We're hopelessly infatuated with dim projections in fog.
(Our) mind has confusedly built them, on the jaws of a gaping maw.
It's our own.
A loving wife and children don't make a righteous man.
He feeds on secrets you made the mistake to share.
When I saw moth remains caught between his flashing teeth,
well, I fucked myself off to a dead-end street.
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Busybody/Lazybones
04:48
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(I) read a sign on concrete and I swerve left with a phantom limb
(It read "I remember" and I guess I always will)
And through torn lips and charred teeth I heave a little prayer.
(From underneath a holy mess that reeks of karma and gas)
If they look they're gonna see I never hit the brakes,
(Kept going faster, kept going faster)
'Cause I felt sweet freedom call from beyond the grave.
So I wish I see you two, locked in an embrace.
It's gonna be my cue to offer up my hand,
Until each vessel in it is twisted into a hundred painful knots.
Oh I'll grind and go to work - I'll do a number.
And I'll dig you out of every stupid scar on me,
with a piece of scrap hope.
And I'll be wearing that same smile you put on to break the quiet.
And though nothing seems to work when I'm trying to forget,
those images,
Still I should off myself but green means go.
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Chief End
02:23
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"Outlive your lies" - her voice laced with repugnance and defective light,
A catechism of our homing impulse,
Aversive by design.
Accursed teeth of honesty flash in a vitriolic grin of defeat.
All I've written feels like straws in the wind of nostalgic grief.
"You can't cure a happy childhood,
But you can trick the disease
Through competitive scarring - it's fine.
You're happy to go."
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Life With
03:52
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Lie with her turning head, going nowhere,
(Keen mind dull eyes seek evil)
Until a part of you starts looking underfed.
(I won't tell if you don't - it's still just a thought).
Fuck eating good and sleeping well - this is home.
(Lips numb, throat dry, expecting)
This face of scars and cuts still wonders:
(This I'd hate to recall with a headful of -)
"what if we had been more?"
"Oh God, what is in men that makes us susceptible to the disease,
of wanting more? Was content a virtue too grand,
bestowed upon but few?
With restless lips, I ask of you the clairvoyance and strength,
to see and know this is home."
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Lude
01:21
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Whelming
01:28
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Plow deep - awaken, sleeping sluggards.
Extend a sick arm to the things that you want.
A chest inflated with false drive,
Will only draw phymatic breaths,
In silence.
Laid here still I await the trumpets of an end, so dear,
A judgement which safely I can say, got everything right.
We might've not tried our best, our best always comes next year.
We're insane to believe that in our tent we can't be touched.
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Rycorice
02:39
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A crooked face in the way of God-willed progress,
Peers through my eyes and at times grabs hold of (my) feeble mind.
A broken, twisted and pulsating wretched self,
That tries to decide we're through.
Proliferate the instilled cells of my weakness.
My mouth's a wound that my brain just can't stop scratching.
It bleeds in promise and it bleeds in ever-hateful lies,
I try to hide in sight of you.
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Rest Embarrassed
03:35
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Guilt warrants faith.
Is progress only measurable in stabwounds on kids?
Would crooked logs still make straight fires and cease to be,
weaponized excuses to almost kill.
Oh, discomfiting fear,
Keep us from having the time-honored curse of trust lifted.
Fate deals bad hands,
But it doesn't force them to wield a knife.
No blind circumstance tears a hole in a heart or a lung.
Casted down, within an inch of life,
The crimson price of valiance.
Unto others is done what is deserved unto you.
Who stands to gain,
When a walk's a dare,
And you're safe from youth?
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Nasty Cut Records Copenhagen, Denmark
DIY punk label based in Copenhagen, DK and Athens, GR
est. 2018
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