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Paro
03:48
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face buried in the lcd
into the screen i beat my retreat
removed from my grief
removed from my reverie
won't somebody intercede?
we've outsourced our humanity
will i be left to weep
on the shoulders of the machine?
control, control
god forbid i'm uncomfortable
god forbid i feel vulnerable for once
before i'm old
will i connect? will i bear my soul?
or will the digital triumph?
the illusion of connection makes us feel less alone
but there's no god behind the curtain
only an empty throne
made of wires and circuits
but still we bend the knee
lonely but so frightened of intimacy
we expect more from technology
we expect less from humanity
i can't unplug myself
someone set me free
control, control
god forbid i'm uncomfortable
god forbid i feel vulnerable for once
before i'm old
will i connect? will i bear my soul?
or will the digital triumph?
god forbid i feel deserving of a human being
craving comfort while we're contained in computer screens
connected but alone
we're trapped inside our phones
wearing glasses painted black so that we're not afraid
breathing oxygen inside a fucking crashing plane
rushing towards the ground
calm as hindu cows
we're becoming one
we're becoming one with the machine
(and only i can see the end)
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Stupid Man Suit
03:11
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i am a skeleton
face is painted white
october suicide
on halloween night
and no one notices the body
it's probably a decoration they assume
i'm in your room
i wanted you
now my costume
can't be removed
dirt in my casket
swing from the noose
costumes can't mask it
i'm nothing to you
my body is plastic
i'm nothing to you
i'm in your room
i wanted you
now my costume
can't be removed
haunting me
haunting you
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ℊℍΩ$†
01:27
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can i live long enough to grow
a third set of teeth?
neatly polished ivory rows
grinning while i speak
can i shed my wrinkled skin?
fix my broken mind
upload my soul
erase my sins
i will never die
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Tom Gordon
03:58
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take a breath
and let it out again
you look like death
a skeleton
sewn
of wooden bones
through the trees
a lantern shone
burning now
burning out
my flesh
slowly melts
(i shed my skin and i'm weightless)
i decay
i'm not myself
(i'm just a ghost in the basement)
my body's on fire
burning now
burning out
i'm sleeping sound
i'm dead and gone
i'm underground
the world spins on
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