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Bleach
03:11
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I could grow old with a different soul,
But you're so high, and I'm so low,
Privacy is a liberty that you cannot afford for me.
A stupid little memory, a stupid little memory:
Privacy is a liberty that you cannot afford for me.
Can you afford to hear THIS HURTS
You lost your pride and your fear THIS HURTS
My blood all over the floor, but I held the knife 'cos you're just like before so.
Let's all get pregnant and married and dead:
And by 21 you're asleep in my bed,
You are still chained to the dreams in your head,
You can't escape it: you're pregnant, I'm dead.
You say you're not that easy, but you really are,
Like a fashionable passion, sick and sour,
My friends are killing me again.
Four hours, it don't take four hours;
Four hours, it don't take four hours;
Four hours;
FOUR FUCKING HOURS.
So come back, in fifteen years,
When the world don't revolve between your ears,
Television and sunlight, can have equal rights,
I'm sick and bored, and I'm tired of this night,
So let's all get pregnant and married and dead,
And by 21 you're asleep in my bed,
You are still chained to the dreams in your head,
You can't escape it; you're pregnant, I'm dead.
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Kraut
03:26
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I was lost, but now I'm found.
Let me out, let me out, LET ME OUT.
Of this fucking cage.
I had meat, but now there's none;
I had bones, but now they're gone;
If you ever, wanna see me break and cry.
Jealous me, huh.
Nothing lost, nothing gained?
I can see you out in the middle of the frame.
If you ever, see my face, won't you tell me what's out of place?
I'm so scared, scared, scared of this bloody frame.
Jealous me.
Jealous?
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Headless
03:43
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Eight day a year, no.
Playing it safe, no.
So, I've found, a new way in.
No matter what: I win.
Headless.
Crawl on all fours, looking to score, just;
Beating them up, looking to kill the buzz!
Oh, no, no.
Well I'm such a bore, caring's a chore, just;
Leave me alone, bodies and bones, oh!
Tongues they all move, without a groove.
Rightfully taut, YES.
Hopefully bought, YES.
Holding their head, YES.
Holding their head, YES.
No.
Headless.
I think, you think.
I leave, you leave.
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Wisconsin
04:32
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Sleek.
She jaunts up where I lay.
Heartbeat.
Scolding skulls in sunken heat.
Unravelling.
Like a constant lullaby.
Soothing.
Waist tied in so tight.
Multiple hands, my body falls.
To the water? Calm down.
Multiple hands, my body falls.
It's colder, in Wisconsin, without your allure.
Longing.
In her bosom for love.
Melting.
Skin under my touch.
Slipping away.
Bones and nerves decay.
Her eyes keep moving, her eyes keep moving.
And her tongue decay.
Mine? Is full of love.
For this angel, in blood.
Wings, sat by a knife.
He said "Boring wife, Boring Life"
Graze her back, start to cry, oh he starts to cry. Several tears of copper colour, fill her eyes.
Why am I here?
Who do I lose?
It's cold in Wisconsin, and I can't choose.
Gabriel.
Wings, sat by the knife.
He said; "Boring wife, Boring Life".
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Pissing Tears
06:35
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I had someone to rely on, someone to take on the world.
I could never be your man, so I'm resigned to be your girl.
As I'm walking ever backwards, through the windows of this fate.
I was never far behind you, but I always came too late.
You never leave the house.
I never heard you out: no way.
You severed up, my mouth.
I'm clever too, no doubt.
And it's just no use, talking 'bout substance abuse.
Heaving and laughing is never a good excuse.
I'd fight the feeling: but I love the pain.
So scared of your instinct, SO ASHAMED.
You never heard a word.
I never speak, but thats okay? No way!
Your future look so bleak.
I'm pissing tears, all week.
And it's just no use, talking 'bout substance abuse.
Heaving and laughing is never a good excuse.
I'd fight the feeling: but I love the pain.
So sick of your instincts, SO ASHAMED.
Now you're all that I've got left.
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Cambridge-based, many-genre rock music.
New Album, 'Sleep On Your Side', out 2nd September 2022 on Aaahh!!! Real Records.
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