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Saturday, 18 June 2011

Sub Lit II.

Sub Lit II

Lift lift your face
i plug taste your legs rape
jump in to me
inside my skin
we begin
here where
our mother bled
i want to burn
your hair
take my heart rape
because guns are black
wish i got
underneath you more
breeding warm berrys
for another taste


Laughter again
hanging in my veins
space and seasons
time to pass
my weight
my weight
always into day



listen to me and break your word
she would be fine if she wasnt your one
you could have had her on the farm
she took away your sun
to the the sun, set
she stayed and made you free
warned you youd want her more
then that memory who was the one
she took away your sun
to the sun, set
gold and light
you love her more
gold and light
you love her more


give me a way
a way away away away
i dont have a soul
i cant see i cant see
your eyes your eyes
eyes are close
painting nails
on the glass
to my mind
my blood cold
blood runs deep

playing with my heart
your giving it to me
naked on the stairs
hanging of the swing

a dream
a dream
a dream
a dream

give me a way
a way away away away
i dont have a soul
i cant see i cant see
your eyes your eyes
eyes are close
painting nails
on the glass
to my mind
my blood cold
blood runs deep

playing with my heart
your giving it to me
naked on the stairs
hanging of the swing

a dream
a dream
a dream
a dream



Deal out the dust get done
deal out the dust get done
living in a dreidle hole
lips outside
sucking on her mind
do not do not you do not tempt me
beat her to your love
sitting on the razor
could it be snow
from your arms
hold her hold her
now your growing older
second time second time
is over
deal out the dust get done
deal out the dust get done...
now ive listened to everything you said i know
the future is our babe
the future is our babe


Staring out the windows
staring out the windows
leave the light
take my dice
im lonely like a drain
have a rest
leave no breaths
on the glass
im not really here

and believe i dont have a soul
no i dont have a soul

familiar, feed mirror, feed me up,
i dont have a soul
believe i dont have a soul
no i dont have a soul

ghosting the machine
familiar
dont have no soul
family
never reach



Hang me on the mantle
put my seed in
on the ceiling
have a feed
my machine
heaven seeds
i taste salty
on the mountain
im a god
apple clouds
she dont eat
she dont eat
she dont eat
light the fire
light the fire
light the fire
apple seed
a pussy
apple seed
im a lady
take my baby
in the night
im alive
silver screen
she dont need
sit on me
have a seat
chew on me
chew on me
happy seed
happy seed




Inside i really like you
you play with my veins
and you paint a bruise
its another reason seek and find
do you think you can hide
another day so i dont have to die

Outside i really like you
you play with my mind
and you play to lose
its another reason to say
do you think you could stay
one night i wouldn't lie to you
if you were a man
id make love to you
here is another reason to stay
i am a man and your the only girl
ive listened too
just one night...
we can be ever thin
we can be ever thin
we can be ever thin
we can be ever thin



Buried drought in the park
lonely nights are calling
dont hammer on your own
your face is out to work
make it better in a while
buried im going to dive in hay
ceiling windows crawling wasted
we start a game
last one is insane
new will
new will
the crows start to talk
in the dark

Buried im down in the dump
the loaded gun is calling
give my brother more
thoughts to wake him up
new will
new will
new will
you win
new will


Butcher said care for me
i got an orange tree
deep roots a foot that needs
to wick away the candle flame
hanging out at bars
hiding from the magazines
take away my fantasies
theres got to be a way

hold me down in resolution
forgot about mass confusion
the plots fucked im still a bastard
cant you see im masquerading

some dreamer turned the dial from love to pain
here again
choking deserts walk the earth
abort your birth

gemini feminist back-seat laughter
radical anarchist shadows of our father
thank you sweet genie for cutting of my leg
theres no where id rather be then lieing on this bed, nurse!


hold me down in resolution
forgot about mass confusion
the plots fucked im still a bastard
cant you see im masquerading

some dreamer turned the dial from love to pain
here again
choking deserts walk the earth
abort your birth



Look at me dont need to freak
i cant speak when my mind is clearly
tripping on the lights
that shine in your eye
i dont need to die die die
colours in the bath tub
from my hair
the t-shirts that i drown
so they fit right
sea salt takes away my pain
lithium sets inside my brain
now the sun is mental illness
all you got is what you need
all i see
is out to get me
come with me when i feel high
take a trip to the stars
and i loved ones shine
but dont follow me when i am drowning
theres no coming back from what ive found
see the matrix is a little window
seen the matrix when i licked the window
see the matrix is a lit up widow, i found you


I love her she’s love me
I can love you and well be three
Like little pea pods on the old gum tree
Let’s share our bodies nakedly

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