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If the Knife Fits
03:37
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I’m never really alone
I’m never really alone
Left in one hand gifts
In the other what was done with them
If the knife fits one hand
One hand with a knife through it
One hand with a scythe and diamond teeth
To eat, to eat what was sown
I’m never really alone
I’m never really alone
Every single night
Mining gold by the ocean
Zero is a whole, I didn’t dig myself one
With dirty fingernails and scratch marks through
When I was laid in it empty
They told me so
I learned there’s value in the broken infinity
So, there’s nothing to prove to anyone
They told me so
I’ve already outdone myself
Lightening the feeling of a burden
Round two, they pile on
In packs they come
If the knife fits
One hand with a knife through it
One hand with a scythe and diamond teeth
To eat, to eat what was sown
I’m never really alone
I’m never really alone
The nutrients left in the marrow of matured bone
One hand in the devil’s
A fork in the road
A soul with a body
Making the map as I go
I own what I reap
What I find I keep
If the knife fits
One hand full of roses
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2. |
White Flag Red
04:46
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You can miss me
I reciprocate cautiously
While you’ve given me nightmares
Turned my white flag red
I’m not your freak, I’m not your geek
Or somewhere in between
I’m not your art
You make me sick not weak
Using me, using me
So, you can feel strong, innocent, and pure
When I’ve been straight edge
I’m not a scale to measure
You don’t care as long as they’re calling
I don’t have to go anywhere to be alone
Pain is the only comfort I’ve ever known
Kept me young, on my toes
The only constant to catch me
It’s the irony
No, I’m not fooled
Your ways ridicule
You don’t get it and you never will
I don’t want to win anymore
I know what the prize is and what it means
But I want more
You won’t catch me vulnerable
No one is deserving
It’s all a show
It’s always been a show
For the imaginary audience
But you still have no imagination
Conformity wouldn’t make us match
No getting past this
Under a microscope
You can miss me
I reciprocate cautiously
While you’ve given me nightmares
Turned my white flag red
I’m not your freak, I’m not your geek
Or somewhere in between
I’m not your art, what you make of me
You make me sick not weak
Using me, using me, as a toy
So, you can feel strong, innocent, and pure
When I’ve been straight edge
I’m not a scale to measure
You don’t care as long as they’re calling
I don’t have to go anywhere to be alone
Pain is the only comfort I’ve ever known
Kept me young, on my toes
The only constant to catch me
It’s the irony
No, I’m not fooled
Your ways ridicule
You don’t get it and you never will
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Salvadorian Horses
03:19
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A tunnel straight to the sky
No one noticed what was missing
No one noticed what was different
Center of the bell
The one fallen down deep in the well
Patience sharpened the blade
To pierce the dull
Practice quickened the hand
To strike and strike efficiently
With one eye open sleep peacefully
Weed out the weak
Overlooked, prey on the longing
The ones praying for a wish
The war of dead Salvadorian horses
Lead by toy soldiers
So high are the horses
So weak is the mind when simplified
Patience sharpen the blade
Like my eyes
To pierce the dull
Practice quickened the hand
To find the faults
To strike and strike efficiently
With one eye open sleep peacefully
Weed out the weak
Overlooked, prey on the longing
The ones praying for a wish
The war of dead Salvadorian horses
Lead by toy soldiers
So high are the horses
So weak is the mind when simplified
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4. |
Scaled Heart
04:54
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Dug it up
Wrote it down
Put the moon first
Put the mood first
It’s a hunger mistaken
Bitter fruit, biting for bruises
Beggars can’t be choosers
And I lost it all when I cried over you
And I lost it all when I cried over you
It’s an art when the heart is starved
Hypnotized by the rhythm
Sweet home in the pattern
Pulling me in like skin, inhaling me
Inhabiting the whistling of the wind
To the ghost that keep calling
The glimpse in the corner of my vision
It runs deep
Tapping the glass to no reaction
Prisoner who can’t see the bars
They wish to haunt me, but I won’t let them
Tapping outside the window, knocking on the door
The creak of the floor
The silhouettes, laughter echoing down the hall
Scaled my brain
Heavy in the arms
Scaled my heavy heart so heavy heart
Yes and no, it’s true
I’m unmoved
Cold hearted compared to you
I didn’t come to this consciously, no I was lead to it
By the closed doors
To choose life
I am a bitter fruit amongst vegetables and the half-eaten
In the garden catching rain in the palms of my hands
Safe from where the world is sick, sad, and cruel
What can you do buried in life
Scales of the balance
The heart and the brain
Passion and the pain
The maudlin chasm expanding and opening
Captive to the racing
Hair raising
Hypnotized by the rhythm
Sweet home in the pattern
Pulling me in like skin, inhaling me
Inhabiting the whistling of the wind
To the ghost that keep calling
The glimpse in the corner of my vision
It runs deep
Talking to myself so I never confide
To realize the mask, I can’t take off
My head is in the clouds
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5. |
Shadowless
04:20
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Not sure what they want me for
Not sure what they love me for
Not sure what they see in me
I keep repeating myself not sure they hear me
Hear me
The love, the praise
The criticism, the hate
Be grateful
You can watch it all fade away
Asking why the sky is blue
Asking why the room tilts to you
It’s a revolver
Sometimes a door
For others worthy
It eats and eats, with hands for teeth
Torn apart, burnt to be turned away
Pseudo slamming of heaven’s gates, heaven’s gate
Oh, false divinity, pseudo royalty
You could look right at it and you’ll never see
The stars are burning, slowly
The world shadowless, shadowless, shadowless
The world shadowless
You can have it all
Too close, almost
The territory of the sun
Besides the shine
It’s all the eyes
Best go blind
It’s a revolver
Sometimes a door
For others worthy
It eats and eats, with hands for teeth
Torn apart, burnt to be turned away
Pseudo slamming of heaven’s gates, heaven’s gate
Oh, false divinity, pseudo royalty
You could look right at it and you’ll never see
The stars are burning, slowly
The world shadowless, shadowless, shadowless
The world shadowless
Not sure what they want me for
Not sure what they love me for
Not sure what they see in me
I keep repeating myself not sure they hear me
Hear me
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Onion Girl
02:58
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They have my scent
My skin is peeling
From my face and my fingers
And I stink of it
No more huffing and puffing
Fragile as paper
Bringing tears to my eyes
Of joy and disappointment at the detachment
I don’t feel anything
It’s more a surprise
How thick the skin is
I take it off like somethings on me
I take it off like somethings got me
Houses of bone
Houses of blood
And tear made glass
A twist on a classic
My head’s on backwards
Shuck onion girl
Cross the river, melting paper
Through the trees, skin falling like leaves
They come hunting in threes
And I stink of it
No more huffing and puffing
Fragile as paper
Bringing tears to my eyes
Of joy and disappointment at the detachment
I don’t feel anything
It’s more a surprise
How thick the skin is
I take it off like somethings on me
I take it off like somethings got me
Yet to hit something
Houses of bone
Houses of blood
And tear made glass
A twist on a classic
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A Flower in Disguise Ohio
Singer/songwriter/producer/visual artist and writer.
Making experimental music
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