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And everyday it comes
Memories of her hand
And everyday it goes
Memories of her hand
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Raise the dead again for a final stand
"But not the flower girl"
One more test of faith how many forms await
"At least three"
Grind harder, grind harder than before
Hoard ethers and elixirs fool
This lifeform is now God but was once your father
Fully buffed and ready to rough up
Guides on tabs ready to look up
The horns blare marking the start
First dialogue referencing Sarté
As the sampled timpanis sound
And flashing bodies hit the ground
an expository speech
For 13 minutes it must preach
Second form and it's immune to scorn
looks like a thing that refused to be born
Palette swapped pile of wings
for it's counterattack it sings
As the choir belts a chord
And the wings eat the sword
The fallen will again rise
And the player feign surprise
For the final phase into space we're raised
"It's always space"
Another monologue why are these such a slog
"At least the music is cool"
Grind harder, grind harder than before
Hoard ethers and elixirs fool
This lifeform is now God but was once your father
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Painting on the pain
With every brush stroke
Gender paints a picture
Of why we feel broke
From every interaction
And every expectation
It's just about a
FUCKING HOLE
FUCKING HOLE
FUCKING HOLE
FUCKING HOLE
I can't wait to be rid of this deterrent
With the gatekept knife or social change
what's gonna happen 50k or revolution
Nothing will change it never will change
why does it hang like this
The ghost of what could've been
Is it all permanent
The feeling of what men say to me
Is it the hole I lack
Or what I could be
Why do we care so much
About the shape of something most won't touch
It drives it asunder
The knife will surrender
The flesh is torn away
Release will come
It drives it asunder
The knife will surrender
The flesh is torn away
Away away away away
I don't know if I want to see this through
The pain
The wait
The pain
I wait
What would I do if it didn't come true-oo
I still want to be
Loved
I still want to be
Still reigning high in the court
Is the council of your body
Every person a part of the trial
To judge you from your body
Body
Body
I still want to be
Loved
I still want to be
Constructed pressures placed
To mold you and your body
Beat your wings of ash
Trying to free your body.
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Homeskin - See Through
08:03
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One night, in a quiet neighborhood, a peculiar creature was lurking. It had strange eyes and the locals were terrified because it seemed to be able to see through walls. They called for animal control who came and set a trap; unfortunately all they got caught was the creature’s pet cat that had somehow followed him into the streets. The creature retrieved the cat and ventured into another neighborhood undetected.
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The man with no hats was tired of always getting sick during cold and flu season, so he decided to try a new approach. Every night before going to bed, he would sit in front of his computer screen for an hour which he somehow believed would help fight off any germs. To his surprise, it worked. He hasn’t gotten a single cold or cough since. However, when everyone around him began asking about the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, the man with no hats had to admit that this wasn't the most efficient solution either. He suddenly grew an extra pair of eyes and shaved all the hair from his body to receive maximum screen exposure.
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Homeskin - Lament
07:46
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