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Sex Cells
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Progressive / electronic / rock / rap Whatever I feel is right
The Trying. A name representing something we must constantly be doing in our lives. This is the epitome of myself. This is my space without restrictions. The personal/political - inseparably wound.
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Charts
Peak #287
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Chris Kaetzel
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All Rights Reserved
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September 24, 2013
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MP3 4.4 MB 112 kbps 5:29
Lyrics
The sound of her lips as they draw the poison out consoles me like a lullaby Creep asleep My dreams revolve around my absence The insects devour my disembodiment No rhyme No reason Drunk My crime My treason Regret This grime Hot season Decay This climb Of the demon Out of hell The form of her hips are the mirror of reality in my heart Cruel ventricle This garden has bloomed corpse flowers A perfume of unlovely effigies emanate Like the piss of an angel No time Defeated Junk Her prime My heathen Reset My chime Adhesion Defray See I’m Depleted My farewell (sex cell) My love Sick of Sort of Void of Cut me Marquee Would be Peacefully (sex cell) My heart Take part Restart Impart You! Fix me Deplete Excrete The inconsistencies (sex cell) My skin Has been Within My sin Cocoon Attune How soon Will I come through? (sex cell) My soul Black hole Control Console Me! Destroy Decoy Enjoy Me!
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