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BiRtH of a RItUAL
00:36
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God of despair, demon of love
Before I do anything, I must first feel
This is the birth of our ritual
A ritual of worship
To throngs of strange, self-loathing gods
Creating as much as they destroy
On the path
That life takes them, as dolls
A cornucopia of gods
Controlled as dolls by their universes
They are too deep, and feel too deeply to understand themselves
Hope lies with a sweet goodbye
I’m scared but I can still love
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2. |
oldNews
05:20
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It’s easier to blame a wilted rose
After all, it’s been severed from it’s mother
A one thousand soldier march could never pierce the veil now
My bedroom walls
Have shown me their skulls
With a paralyzing stare
and I can’t burn the house down
but I can move on
Like a motherfucker
I can move on
I hope
I can move on
I’m sick-
Of not knowing why
I feel like a broken stack of bricks
My body
Is a desecrated temple
My perish lost faith long before they abandoned me
Long ago, long before…
All of my poems burned
Beautifully
What did they say?
The north winds weathered the mountains
The nectar of the rain washed itself away
As I watched from a bedside chair
Waiting for my organs to fail
Beside myself with horror
When you’ve wasted all of your nectar…
Nobody likes me
Because I'm old news
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NEED to KNOW
04:24
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The only way to get something real is to know what you want
I don’t know what I want
The only way to get something substantial is to know what you need
I don’t know what I need
For more than a week
How can you ask me to to tell you
What I want to do
For the rest of my days with you?
Maybe I knew what I wanted all along
But who wants to do
The impossible with you?
The only way to get something real
Is to turn your back on the cups that you filled
The only way to get something substantial
Is to turn your back on the cups that you filled
and the friends that helped you drain them
Maybe there’s more to life than getting fucked up
Maybe there’s more to life than not getting fucked up
I need to know
I need to know for sure
I need to know you believe in me
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4. |
enDofCollege
05:47
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We’ve been told that we are vast and confusing-
because it’s true from time to time.
We try to simplify ourselves-
so we don’t have to double-think anymore.
What a relief it is to know:
That we don’t have to believe
in anyone - to be happy - but ourselves
I know there is poison in the water - and the brambles - how they tangle
But our dancing - we cut through - we always cut through
I know there’s something about you
That I could never let go of
I know this town like the back of my hand but
I feel like a bonsai cat
I know there’s so much we have going for us here but
are they the things we really need?
What about the things our hearts need?
Come on, let’s make big plans
We’ve got to strap up our boots
and get out that door right now
Right now, while we’re still young
I’ve been waiting so damn long
Nearly went crazy waiting for
The dreary days of winter to come and go
Look at us- we’re still here
The magic of the night has dawned
Look at us- we’re still here
Just a little longer now
Just a little longer now
and we’ll be up and out
On our own
To follow our dreams
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5. |
LeTs NOT RevIEW
04:40
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I don’t want to review anything that we do
Because as soon as we speak
I lose the Tao that makes me dance and sing and smile
Please understand me
I don't know why I need it so badly
But damn it, I do
Damn it, I do
Don't ask me why
I like to bite off more than I can chew
While I’m licking my open wounds
I need to choke so I can learn to swallow
Don't ask me why
I like to set things on fire
I’m gonna fix it when it's not broken
Change it when it’s flawless
These are the things I love
That make you so uneasy
But,
It's how I get my kicks in my boring world
It’s how I get my kicks in my boring world
It’s how I get my kicks in my boring world
And that's not up to me
I was born to drown in the deep
But they keep dragging me back to the surface
I’m a pawn in the constant narration
Stuck in their story
On a boat in the storm above
A dreaming flower fresh eroded from the garden
But I want to swim with the sharks
Want to swim with the minnows
Swim until I can't swim back
Swim to the edge of my wits
Caught in the current
It's not about you
It's a war on attachment
Objects don't really matter
Moments don't really matter
They are just a reminder that nothing is sacred
Except for the way we narrate our stories
Every claim I make is just a toy
And that’s not up to me
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The moon gazes in: a catatonic eye
A hole in the shades of lace to hypnotize the sky
The silent feelings I love
are hiding away from me
Maybe it’s time to shut up
and see what I can see
I don’t want to be perfect- 'cause no one ever was
All that I know is that I want to be with you
Nothing is perfect- 'cause nothing ever was
All that I know is that I want to be happy no matter how fucked we are
The fountains of blood run deep in this place
I want to embrace the fire that burns me
Oddly, I’m addicted to shying away from you
By the morning, I have forgotten monuments to twisted truth
Oddly, I have forgotten, I’ve been shying away from you
By the morning, I am addicted to fables that twist the truth
Addicted and forgotten, I've been shying away from you
Twisting the Truth
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7. |
coSmic attrAction
08:27
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The room was silent except for our breath
The curtains whispered with a glowing shadow
Your touch scorched me like the bars of light that laid across the room
So soft and sensual, we were weightless in a silken kind of way
Nothing existed but you and me on this bed
In the dead of summer, and the quiet of the golden hour
My fingers fit between your ribs
When you stopped time in it’s tracks
Dust became a thousand stars suspended in your path
(I wonder how) you stopped time in it’s tracks
To kiss me in the bars of light
You have the most cosmic attraction
I’m helpless to the gaze you gave me that melted the planets
As our magnetic noses drifted out of orbit
You showed me how you felt it too
My vitals were critical in a cloud of luck
That was buried alive just to take cover
I barely survived, but you were there for me-
digging from the other side
With your breath in my ear, and out of my mouth
We made a double-helixir
Holding you by the back of your neck
Atomic fusion couldn’t get us close enough
If you ever want to make love with me, I’ll be waiting for you
If you ever want to make love with me again, I’ll be waiting for you
In the golden room
I remember
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March of the Ant Michigan
Hello, nice to meet you! We are March of the Ant, and we play music to fall in love. Our genre is poem rock, which means that the lyrics are written as stream-of-consciousness poems, and the instrumentals are written to change with the rhythm and feel of the lyrics. Let us know if we make you feel something :) ... more
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