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GAUZE CHILDREN:
Blossom into flotsam like a jet ski running opposite
Of cops and robbers pondering the innocence of fauna
Flooring harbors in a chorus of aborted whoring warriors
The final case of glorifying boredom in its borderline
Catch 22 too late to heal a bruise
Blue and blackmasked headspace rushing on and through
The bloodlines being cut buy scissors shottily sharpened
On a Guillotine constructed for falling kings and toddlers
ENPIRE:
I'm a fish in a barrel next to a bullet at the bottom
And then blow the brainstem off before it even starts to blossom
With a mind of flimsy paper slowly getting torn apart
No difference between the bad ends and the good parts start
With a fist made up every finger down but one
It's the average middle finger fuck you when all's said and done
Spit with a split tongue, ring bells while my necks wrung
My hopes, the only thing lower than the noose where my heads hung
GAUZE CHILDREN:
Brick and mortar martyrs running faster running farther
Than the leading lady's lasting lack of leaving lovely fathers
Finalizing it apart from snarky kids who got apartments
In the worst of neighborhoods so they could prove the angsty youth wrong
ENPIRE:
Chillin' in a shuttle chompin' till I eat the whole milky way
From its wrapper to the nougat and every planet to the gamma ray
Eat the whole galaxy then move on to Andromeda
Rupture space time like it's an everyday phenomenon
GAUZE CHILDREN & ENPIRE:
Middlest of classes, center of the earth
Medium is mandatory analyzing worth
Cut from rotting branches, snipped from shitty leaves
Grown from fruitless actions from the nonexistent seeds
Soulless when examined, heartless when cut open
Piece me back together so at least I can be broken
Chivalry's a zombie, policy's a monster
See me hailing Mary when you see me in your crosshairs
ENPIRE:
The recess of my mind is coated dark chocolate
And a thin layer of wax paper that to eat I peel off it
And sealed coffins protect from it cracks on impact
Shattering the elegant sentences and splattering syntax
Spin tracks hoarse voices beckon in the virtual stables
Prompted to be let loose with choice of colored jumper cables
Monkey around on keyboards bang out Victorian plays
And jumping on the bed while the moldy box spring decays
GAUZE CHILDREN:
For a dollar I'll do anything like pay you seven hundred
Just to feel like I'm accepted I can give you what you wanted
If I'm forced into believing then I'll see if I can flaunt it
While I'm screwing off your hubcaps with my handy dandy gutwrench
Trash has never tasted so delectable inside
When I swallow im beside myself I'm cumming while I writhe
It's the sickliest of sicknesses and roughest of the rough
I hate it every time I think of it but I can't get enough
ENPIRE:
A grin emphasized by snickers on the face
And a gleaming candy wrapper to keep the caramel teeth in place
Conceived by the bass and raised by the tom
And I now know what makes me tick is an implanted the pipe bomb
GAUZE CHILDREN:
Tables turning feverishly, temperature's ablaze
You can see the self-destruction in the sweat upon my face
From my eyeballs in fatigue to my rapid tooth decays
I'm a melting pot of overly self conscious lonely days
GAUZE CHILDREN & ENPIRE:
Middlest of classes, center of the earth
Medium is mandatory analyzing worth
Cut from rotting branches, snipped from shitty leaves
Grown from fruitless actions from the nonexistent seeds
Soulless when examined, heartless when cut open
Piece me back together so at least I can be broken
Chivalry's a zombie, policy's a monster
See me hailing Mary when you see me in your crosshairs
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Watch Your Step
03:38
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ENPIRE:
Crashed planes laying over flights to the hellscape
A salami in my pocket so hellhound think I smell great
Sell fate for a sausage fingers on the justice scale
Balanced by scrambled eggs and 30 bucks for tip and posting bail
Hoisting sales dead ahead with a sharp rock bottom
Puncturing prominent pores too big for possible blood clotting
Exhibiting symptoms of chronic misbehavior
Dissolve any remnants for lack of a good nature
Ticket booths closed for those who oppose black tie events
A freak show to raise dough to tame n name Leviathans
Entire dens of lions tigers and bears
Oh my don't cry I'll tell you now flying monkeys don't care
Respond to killing joke with The laughter of a different voice
A call made by a mind with an Insanity stricken choice
My natural habitat is rubble and debris
With large mittened hands cooking up trouble in degrees
See Its always a bad time a bad guy I've grown to be
Used to be scared of the monster under my bed now it sleeps next to me
Large and soft heart and hard skull and small brain
But still knows enough to to doak the world and watch it burn with butane
Same agenda, different reasons
I want loyal subjects, you want to live to see four more seasons
Seizing strands of rope starting with the loose ends
Tighten up and tie em waiting until the noose pends
Lose friends, make enemies, the world ends on my watch
As the minute hand passes 12 the globe blows in the backdrop
Double up with closed eyes and a saran wrap blindfold
Piece of cake and speaking with a gaping cherry pie hole
Exposed minds only thinning by the hairlines
Going down with the ship on the Kamakazi Airlines
Wobbling through life and care less where I stomp
No concern where my 3rd eye lands or cyanide caps where I chomp
GAUZE CHILDREN:
Heard about a murderous observance
With a couple less than fortunate young girls who never surfaced
Makes you nervous when you think of what the worth of someone's hurt is
And how easily you transform to a model for perverseness
First they're in the car, second then the car is swerving
80 miles an hour, cabin's hotter than a furnace
Third it's burning rubber then the motherfucking bridge burned
The killer made it out alive and went to do his sin work
Verdict is the victims' consciousness began to worsen
Everything became a blur and weren't sure if they were a person
Or a lifeless body cursed with never reaching any purpose
As they slowly rot away buried underneath the dirt
Shhh, listen very quietly and wonder if you heard it
Their agonizing screams and bodies squirming with the vermin
If the killer had a lesson well I hope to god to he learned it
Shacked up behind metal bars with no chance of ever returning
Next up it’s the coldest case to ever be revealed
Feeling queasy and uneasy as they detail who was killed
Breathing yesterday but screaming till their body was concealed
Covered up by crops and chopped up in the remote killing fields
First he took the throat, second then one final squeal
Let out by the kid who found it hard to just sit still
Third he’s milling limbs and trimming off his fingertips
The killer went and left the evidence and then he bailed
Moved eleven states and made his name something unreal
Disguised himself as someone that he knew when he was just a kid
Then he slipped into a widow’s window smothered her right under
Her new satin covers till her heart rate feverishly fell
Repeated all the same exact things that he did
About a month ago and never once he felt unhinged
The wrongest types of ideas were chemistry to him
And one day he’s gonna be denied his plea when he repents
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The Past Is Past (Bonus)
02:18
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I got problems and I don’t know how to solve them
It’s been two years I got nothing at all
No progress in the way of anything
I guess I’ll just give up
Have you ever held your own heart in your hands?
Well I have and it sucks it’s all red and corroded
And covered in blood it’s not worth the money
You’re better off getting a collagen brain
You’re not independent ‘cause you buy you buy your own pants
And you’re not an artist simply ‘cause you create
A dollar bill is still the same value
No matter the person, no matter the face
You wanna try and prove to me that you are worthy of salvation?
It’s an argument that’s spanned about a thousand generations
But they are dead and gone
The past is past, it’s not our fault
You go driving and see a beautiful woman
You’re at a red light at and you’re staring at her
She notices and she smirks
But your lack of commitment, it won’t ever work
I’m sick of lonely feelings, but I’m ever hardly
Taking a step in the right direction
In fact I keep moving myself
Far apart from the one thing that I truly want
You wanna try and prove to me that you are worthy of salvation?
It’s an argument that’s spanned about a thousand generations
But they are dead and gone
The past is past, it’s not our fault
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L. Mounts Chicago, Illinois
Singer of songs. Abstainer of substances. Bringer of plagues.
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