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Bludhaund
04:17
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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.
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Real Fucking Man
05:54
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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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Jesus Christ the Image
04:35
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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
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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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