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Percussive Maintenance
02:16
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They don’t know what’s gone straight up their nose.
We’re the same. We’ve all got a number for that, right?
Rolling on ecstasy like all the rich kids but I’m with the skids.
They’ve got their ocean of queer little notions. Are they less full of shit?
Fight for the nights that our heroes recite. Stay up for the light.
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Multi-dimensional tentacle. Infiltrate my dreams for many nights full.
Fuck you’re so big. You’re so real. I can see.
Any future without you is a future of abuse.
Infiltrate my dreams or blow off my head. Better dead than boring. Better dead instead.
Fuck your ‘Real life,’ I just want to die in the arms of a painless purple sky.
With limbs torn, they flatline. Eyes red lights on emulsion tape.
Tread carefully, she said. It’s all laid out in sediment. Just so I don’t forget. 'Cause I always forget.
Forgetting is really the worst thing you can do. 'Cause when the memory fades it’s just you and no one wants that, trust me.
I don’t grey. Cliché icicles through my veins. I won’t celebrate your fortune when your kids can’t breathe.
I won’t believe these modern sensibilities.
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Dark Glam
01:18
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White collar crimes are domestic abuse but only in the sense that innocents are lost.
No cuts, no bruises. No one sees the signs.
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Picking Poisons
02:25
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H:
Snowfall. It downed the wires, made static of my screen.
Even the EBS is down for now.
Signal distress, the static's comforting caress. Signal distress with the same old code words.
Snowfall. White walls.
This parting takes adjustments. Plans to separate. Interactions become sterile when you chose your words.
M:
Can't even smoke a whole cigarette, left alone to smile.
You've been counting chance encounters, fashion rank and file.
Powders made from bitter leaves have left us with a strange disease.
Lift your head to settle in and finish that I might begin.
I don't know what I want but it's not you.
Sometimes you just break.
Can I swallow my pride?
Can I put it in a pill?
All I need's a woman and a five dollar bill.
You find yourself picking poisons.
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Skinny Genes
02:32
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Complications at birth, he is different. Officer Down.
In the rearview cherry lights and too much noise. To end it now would just be far too so-so.
We’ll lead the pigs out to the countryside. Shoot out their tires and hide.
And then the country sighed - Officer Down.
Shoot out the floodlights; make widows of the cops’ wives.
Practice makes perfect.
Yeah well maybe now they’ll know where to draw the line. I hope the good ones made it out alive.
I hope the bad ones died.
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Confusion Specialist Records Belgrade, Serbia
RIP
Based in Belgrade since 2015. Releasing dark, weird and emotional music.
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