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The New Buildings

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1.
Bludhaund 04:17
Bludhaund Bludhaund Bludhaund Fueled by lust and rage A draculan dog An out of place necromage. I feel the new buildings cave into my bed. Halfway alive but also halfway dead I painted my room pink to stop an oncoming heart attack The magic kept me alive but left my heart half-black. Charcoal heart, charcoal eyes This makes up the bludhaund Fueled by lust and rage Barks up a tree Barks down the guillotine. I feel the new buildings cave onto my bed building a worse world I feel the new buildings cave onto my bed forgetting a better world Halfway alive but also halfway dead I painted my room pink to stop an oncoming heart attack The magic kept me alive but left my heart half-black. Charcoal heart, charcoal eyes Charcoal heart, charcoal eyes Bludhaund Bludhaund. I feel the new buildings cave onto my bed building a worse world. I feel the new feelings cave onto head forgetting a better world.
2.
God the way you blow out a candle; a constant suffocating breath. The way you smelled post-shower, the way you smelled pre-death. I'm very much a real fucking man cause I'm weak as fuck and crave real love like a bitch ass pussy would. Yeah, I cried like a little girl. But I'm not a little girl. You were my little girl. I'm not a fucking little girl. I lost you to the roads. I lost you to the cold. Careened across an icy stretch splayed out like you've been spatchcocked. I'm very much a real fucking man cause I'm weak as fuck and crave real love like a bitch ass pussy would. Yeah, I cried like a little girl. But I'm not a little girl. You were my little girl. I'm not a fucking little girl. I'm very much a real fucking man cause I'm weak as fuck and crave real love like a bitch ass pussy would. Terminally cold. Terminally blushed. Red splattered across ice. God blow, blow, blow, blow like you did my little girl. We were bound to wed by June, but you interfered to soon. I'm very much.... I'm very much... Yeah! I'm very much a real fucking man cause I'm weak as fuck and crave real love like a bitch ass pussy would. Yeah, I cried like a little girl. But I'm no little girl. You were my little girl. I'm not a fucking little girl. I'm not a fucking little girl. God the way you blow out a candle. One, single, long, suffocating breath.
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You were wearing a wedding dress You're unbuttoned overalls exposing your breasts This electro-pop dancing was making us sweat It's very nice to meet you though I'm only a guest I am Jesus Christ and I love you so. Your boots crushed fingers with each flex of your toes Surely they'll compassion throughout your death throes My days haven't changed much but my evening's feel alone I'm sure you're all waiting to hear who tomorrow will be bones And you can bet it won't be my voice I am Jesus Christ and I'm the worse thing that ever happened to you. I talked about tomorrow and I talked about the past I took all your coincidences upon my back And I gave you my name for your self-interest based facts I gave you the rulebook of what it takes to be a God Say your name, write a book, sing a song Talking of peace and love and how everyone else is wrong So in one thousand years, you can kill them all And you can prop up the prophetic pedestal for any sage mouth to then lean upon. Oh, look at all the people clambering to become the next Visionary face for people to consume. So, here I am again let me lead you to your doom. I am Jesus Christ and I'm the ego of man. So many poets have been called upon Reckoned to be some sort of voice beyond The general understanding that is fond To the mind of the public consumer, But the fact that Christ the Image is the one painted on every ceiling Any man could have the feeling that ceiling could be him too, But you know that could never be true for I am on the ceiling and there's never room for two. I am Zimmerman, but I often go by Dylan.
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Autophobia 05:16
I am a home with holes in it In my dreams, people come in and out through the back terrace. I've attracted you. I'm sorry you do nothing for me. You've attracted me. I'm sorry now you must ignore me. Year after year, afraid of oneself Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia I'm a home I've made myself I want you to be proud of me I want you to be proud of me I'm a home, brick by brick Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia Autophobia
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Rest in peace to my friend I'll supposedly see again We were lovers then Until you decided all things end in time It took about a week to decide You don't like me as much as you hoped you might. Rest in peace to the vision Rest in peace to the permission To kiss you slowly on the eyes To call you my bird and color your thighs Rest in peace to my distraction Rest in peace to my inaction I could've taken your hand I could've been photographed in front of the grave marked "Friend" Rest in peace to my friend I'll supposedly see again We were lovers then Weren't we? Rest in peace to the killer Rest in peace to your cold blue Icy complexion as if you had already died I buried you in Berlin Along with your dog Missing an eye and ear I'm missing the nights where you told me your dreams as well as your fears. Rest in peace to my friend I'll supposedly see again We were lovers one time It took about a week to decide You don't like me as much as you hoped you might.

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released April 30, 2021

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