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Grim Creeper
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Abandoned, overwhelming, neck deep, losing sleep. Abandoned, overwhelming, no room for empathy. You’re broken in every single way. I’m hopeful, but somehow still afraid. Abandoned, just tell me, how you’re losing sleep. Abandoned, just tell me, the view here looks so bleak. You’re broken in every single way. I’m hopeful, but somehow still afraid of reaping the worst and losing the rest. Abandoned, just hear me, how you’re losing me.
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Isle
05:53
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Coward. You only see yourself. This place is not your own, you don't need to be heard. How much will it cost to have compassion, to clothe yourself in empathy, to love and to know trial and pain? In your mind you are an isle removed too far, the exception. So tie up the rope, bind yourself to your own words. Throw yourself into the ether, that celestial world where you are the name and you are the known, and you are the author of the wisest of tomes. Be careful not to burn. Hold your tongue. Stop, listen, reflect.
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Keepsake
03:50
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Great Satans
04:32
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Drape yourself in the flag or cloak yourself in the cross, but don’t reckon with the blood, just forget the ‘great unwashed’. I’m losing my shit with those who claim to speak in my name. Fuck that nationalist drivel, a convenient cover for oppression. No option but disavowal. No option but constant rage. I’ve given my mind to rejecting the lies and making a path away from ignorant minds. I’ve given my mind to rejecting the lies and making a path away from fearful eyes. ‘As soon as the generals and politicos can predict the motions of your mind, lose it, leave it as a sign to mark the false trail; the way you didn’t go’. [quote from Wendell Berry, ‘Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front’]
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David
05:57
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Disposable incomes. Disposable brains. Romanticise the shit out of places you see as signifiers for the life that you hope to lead. Forget the city in which you live, self-actualise through longing. It’s boring me to tears. Forget the history from which you spring, self-actualise through wandering. It’s boring me to tears. Disposable incomes. Disposable brains. Give over your dollars, and find yourself again. Disposable incomes. Disposable brains. Am white, will travel - no place, no fear.
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