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Canary In A Mine
(专辑: Elysium - 2020)
Death's a
sad bone; bruised, you'd say And yet she waits for me, year after year To so delicately undo an old wound To empty my breath from its bad prison The
phone off the
hook And the
love, whatever it was, an infection Like a
canary in a
mine If I
start singing death I
hope you're carrying a 9
8
years deep said I'd marry her in 9
Kings Queen blowing cloud rings staring at the
sky Sub-Zero temperatures still tearing out my spine Stars above us hover in a
paramount design This is cinema, my piss and vinegar makes living difficult We kiss the
stitches shut until it parallels the
mind yeah Constellations look like pointillism poignant pen places poison in em Dropping gems like an oyster center Got a
koi fish in him swimming where the
noise is hidden Now I
can't avoid the
venom, love-torn from the
Joy Division Increase the
dosage til peaks that I
reach are closer And heavens still seem below us this medicine eats its own My memories each alone, vermillion dreams recurring I'm sketching it with a
rose, you left it beneath my bones yeah My speech is blurring it's reoccurring I
need to learn To play my part, We're made of carbon that means if it breathes it burns Seasons turn to frost-bitten August went into freezing first Beast of burden walks in a
tarpit until he sinks in dirt, awkward I'm dancing with two left feet to a
eulogy One day I
hope my passion turns my ashes into jewelry Ruining all I
touch, the
blood-covered the
jubilee Maneuvered through the
cruelty, beautiful's what you grew to be Death is there, but she said the
world's gonna die You know the
world, the
Earth, it's gonna be over But I
said well I
never lied to you Death isn't a
question I'm taking it like a
lesson I
etched into in my skeleton in case I
forget the
message A
vestige of bad intentions, No Heaven won't make it better Those devils don't take a
breather, they stay and assess wreckage With that Hara-Kiri nearing I'm peering across the
ocean My periodic devotions grow teary-eyed from the
poems So weary I've been unfocused I'm hearing cries from my close ones A
myriad of emotions I'm mirror-like in my opus Let the
breath get in I'm present more precious than any gem is Sentimental mental's heavy no respite from leaded headaches Here they come, nobody hears me I'm clear you see through the
charades Never let go of the
echoes but savor the
time I'm blessed with Even then I
have nothing against life I
know well the
grass blades you mention The
furniture you have placed under the
sun But suicides have a
special language Like carpenters they want to know which tools They never ask why build That, all by itself, becomes a
passion
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