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Some Morning
04:25
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Inversion has just begun
I need you to trust, trust me once
A surge through the coil
The fabric fully torn
Amalgams form between lost cousins
In search of a singular source
The square bends in three
Inside the space repeats
Some morning
We’ll flourish
Continuous transmissions from before
Some morning
We’ll flourish
Continuous transmissions from before
Hospital beds, they wait
Time converges, screens separate
The wedding bell descends
Glimmering treetops on fragile stilts
The prophet and priest consummate
A wisp of energy and it’s already been
Fly arrow
You need it to end
Boundaries shake and we’re back at the helm
Some morning
We’ll flourish
Continuous transmissions from before
Some morning
We’ll flourish
Continuous transmissions from before
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2. |
Out of Your Body
03:26
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The growth outside of your body
Your skeleton shriveled and weak
Inflamed
The martyr beckons the hall
Untie the supplicant from the seat
A reconstructed, fading past
Your cheek against the frosted glass
You said you’d always be there with me
Save me
Save me from the poisonous leak
Foretold to lose the pinnacle in sight
Measured worth
Retraction
Voiceless from the side
Foretold to lose the pinnacle in sight
Measured worth
Retraction
Voiceless from the side
A sleeping bird quarantined
The lithium
It drips for thee
Surrounded by these walls with bleach
A tremble as the monitor finally ceases
Foretold to lose the pinnacle in sight
Measured worth
Retraction
Voiceless from the side
Foretold to lose the pinnacle in sight
Measured worth
Retraction
Voiceless from the side
Dear holy mouth these words to taste
Another one of us will never be replaced
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3. |
Natalism
03:28
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Bird of war the news spread eagerly
Swollen keys the bread leavening
On the shelf the opal desecrates burnished silver
Your maw engaged
You survived the usurper and all of his menacing lists
My daughter pristine and wonderful up by the altar
Rebirth a daunting wait bewildered when she knocks
Wrangle the self-assured, the brutish masquerade
Tell your story when your spirit reaches the garden mirror
You existed, surely you once did, a tampered recollection
Pen strikes paper
One more mangled feed, one more consciousness rid of
Involuntary nautilus as you descend from view
Rebirth a daunting wait bewildered when she knocks
wrangle the self-assured the brutish masquerade
Rebirth a daunting wait bewildered when she knocks
Wrangle the self-assured the brutish masquerade
Raced across the marshes
Bade farewell to the pavement
Race across the marches
Bade farewell to the pavement
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Liot Austin, Texas
Liot is based in Austin, Texas. The project draws from a variety of genres including alternative, indie, and art rock.
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