1. |
Proud and Dirty
02:25
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Miracolo!
The space in my breath is ready for your size
I'm in the backroom can you hear my soul move when you suck the air out
There is room for you
Enter into my holes all of my holes
I suck you into this cavity from everywhere I've ever been
The space in my breath is ready for your size
I'm in the backroom can you hear my soul move when you suck the air out
There is room for you
Enter into my holes all of my holes
I suck you into this cavity from everywhere I've ever been
I'm proud and dirty
Faggoty and flirty
I don't need a daddy
I'm proud and dirty
The space in my breath is ready for your size
I'm in the backroom can you hear my soul move when you suck the air out
There is room for you
Enter into my holes all of my holes
I suck you into this cavity from everywhere I've ever been
I'm proud and dirty
Faggoty and flirty
I don't need a daddy
I'm proud and dirty
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2. |
No Bounds
03:45
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I give you my survival
I serve you, the one,
I hunger all my days to hail
I search for your gaze
I work through the maze
Chest skin heart, pour forth
the soul from the mouth
This hell knows no bounds
Taste no fear now
This hell knows no bounds
I hear his steps come closer now
Be cute with me again
Make wounds of my intent
See you through walls again
Shower you in my intent
Wish for you in every breath
Turn my vapour into flesh
This hell knows no bounds
Taste no fear now
This hell knows no bounds
I hear his steps come closer now
So weird
to have no fear
Like I’ve been before
But in what form?
So weird
To have no fear
Of the wind
Of the dead
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3. |
Lucifer
04:07
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Most high
Only your name floods my voice
Most high
Only your hand keeps me down
It’s bad salvation
I’d rather be reborn
I’d rather be of light
I’d rather be kind
Waiting at the door
Weak still from his touch, why is that?
A creak from below
& everything is haunted now
Hell has fruit for us
Hell has light for us
Hell opens its womb for us
Hell opens its light for us
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4. |
Spill
03:32
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Stay in my bed,
no more than this.
Stay in my head,
no more than this.
Return like tape,
spool to no end.
Spill on.
Melodrama makes me distant,
seals the flesh.
Look at me,
I'm still here.
Saunter slow,
lose my clothes.
Soft in the night,
You fit inside.
Stay in my bed.
Still in my head.
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5. |
A Ghost
04:05
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In the morning, before the sun hits
I write your name
I write the trace
In the morning, I imagine you there.
In a pool of light
I swallow the trace.
In my dream, you are unknown,
A pull from beneath,
Warmed by the glow.
In my dream, I am unclothed
A groan from beneath
As you go for the throat.
Here is the portal, the bloodless hole
I make the rhythm to open you out
Opulently Orphic, I’m over confusion.
I make the rhythm to open you out
Fill my room.
Make me your mirror
until a ghost slides in.
Here is your womb.
I make the rhythm
Until a ghost slides in.
I make the rhythm until a ghost slides in.
I make the rhythm until a ghost slides in.
Fill my room.
Make me your mirror
until a ghost slides in.
Here is your womb.
I make the rhythm
Until a ghost slides in.
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6. |
Work Your Gaze
05:00
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You know no face, you know no name.
Look through blood to find a trace.
I am just surface to replace.
Find the air that I erase.
Make me known to none.
Make my body only fit
to work your gaze inside.
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7. |
Indivisible
03:25
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Let me be clean.
I wanna be like you.
Invisible. Indivisible.
Let me be clean.
A pale horse comes above me.
I declaim to myself behind your back.
Pray that I might know better.
Pray to not be subsumed.
Unda fluxit sanguine.
Let me be clean.
I wanna be like you.
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8. |
Bliss
03:58
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Smother me. Layer it down opulently.
Adorn and crown fair skin on me.
Pull me out.
My tears have been my meat day and night.
There’s nothing but air under the skin.
Nothing but air. It’s clear to me now.
There’s nothing but air under your skin.
Nothing but air.
So, then, why? Why this bliss?
I’ll slow til I’m dead.
Burning out at the switch,
I’ll slow til I’m dead.
It’s just molecular material after all.
I’m just molecular material after all.
Possess me like a wound, make bliss of me.
Possess me with my wound, make bliss with me.
Born again at the lens, at the touch,
in the crush, in the weight, in the caul.
Born again, my God, my love, he awaits me.
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9. |
Bliss Reprise
01:42
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Make bliss of me.
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10. |
A Field of Mirrors
04:08
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Come slower when you take his body out.
I know this taste. It's blackening.
They sing to me in the air, in the heat.
Revolve in me. Restless in me. Fuel me.
So I lie where he lay, to find the body
in his shape, traced in folds
like a field of mirrors,
a sea of names coalescing.
Come slower when you take his body out
I know this skin, you sing to me. you're singing.
I need the taste. I need the taste.
I need the taste. I need the taste.
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11. |
Everywhere
03:32
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I return to the old world.
I clock its fear for me, fear of me.
I wish I could burn how I look
& how I think & how I know
& what do I know?
& what do I know now?
Thought I'd know better by now
He knows better by now
What I wouldn't do for him
What I couldn't choose for him
I can never remember his face
But it's up, far and everywhere
Like the sky, like hell, like ice.
Thought I’d know better by now
He is everywhere & in all things
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