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High Art (BMWs In Bondo)
04:17
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Are you prepared?
To raise a town to raise itself
Under the guise to exercise liberation
Just to burn it down
A place where everybody pays to play a masterpiece
They can't paint at home on their own
Did you undress?
To cover up blind spots
Supply to imbibe while you spray your tapestry
Full of buckshot
A place where everybody's paid to play a masterpiece that they could never be
No
Pry open the third eye
Bring the pupils to life
Longing to cure longing
And addiction to aspartame
Looking to ascertain a face to face
While playing pretend transience in
A place where everybody's paid to play a masterpiece
They could never create
Without the proper brush, lacking the proper touch
It's best to leave the canvas bare
Just press reset and start over
Over
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Translucent Winker
06:28
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We're in love with ourselves
A fairytale we can taste and touch
I should have known we'd reap what we sowed
I should have known I'd get owned, outright
Exsanguinate black ice
Enchanted lives: they can only sublimate
Its so hard to make a case for some mistakes
Its so hard to make a case when you lean back in your seat
And you fall
Two constant coils
Only spoil the true straight path of the tangent
A tick on a leech- the only cure that I know for sleep
But jars of fireflies keep me up all night
Its so hard to make a case for some mistakes
Its so hard to make a case with egg on your face
A tick on a leech- the only cure that i've found for sleep
But jars of fireflies keep me up all night
Words, collectively ours aside from the silence that I impart
Words, collectively our capital letters in the dark
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Oh, I thought I needed your oxygen but it made me choke
So I thought I'd fix myself long before you broke me
I've never been one for vaccinations
Sweep you under the rug, plug up my ears
I can't forget what we've done, how i've spent two years
When i've opened wide
Broke down to let you inside of my opened veins
Just to forsake the change
You forsook the change
Crowbar your incursion into the coffers of my insurrection
The barter of focus comes at the price of avarice
Suck the air out from my sails, thank god for modern science
To save my place while the world waits
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4. |
Huldra - An Apparition
08:06
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Huldra - Dusk Hymn
02:07
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Huldra - Nocturnal Wings
07:23
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Dustbloom Salt Lake City, Utah
Loud, pretty, heavy, pissed
Dustbloom was founded in 2011 in Salt Lake City
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