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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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Genre
Electronic • IDM
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#172 in subgenre Peak #6
Charts
Peak #177
Author
Chris Kaetzel
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All Rights Reserved
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November 24, 2013
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MP3 4.3 MB • 128 kbps • 4:42
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A friendly devil – like death. Aged, masked, deceptive: hell. “Come here, little girl.” Little; like you are – not like I want you to think you are. Pile of automechanical metal reflecting sin; waiting for innocence Such a darling hymen to be destroyed by our terror Wincing Two lips bit One not to scream One not to scream Girl, this is what you are Slut, you bare the scar (of me) You’re the meat For me to eat Ouija dances – fumbling zippers. Playful, whimsy, virgin: stumble “Little girl, this is what you wanted!” – “No it’s not, I swear!” Pile of cultural-mechanical poison contaminating the soul water An emotional aero-sault can – this is purezone depletion Flinching Two breasts grabbed One out of instinct One out of instinct You thought it was innocent Didn’t realize you were delicate (naive) You’ll never deserve this part It’s just a part of who you are You set out the bait It’s as swallowed As you will be A gunshot for a white lie Ululate for injustice Oh how I feel it too Oh how I will destroy you A gunshot for a black tie I am the gentlemen by which you will die This is the formality Excusing morality This is the industry Like infant mortality This is the moon Is the sky Is the sun Is the fabric of minds Fabric of minds in which need to unwind Fabric of time in which seems to bind I don’t have to wait Your abundance is great You’re everywhere I don’t have to wait for you I’ll ruin you either way I have the power to Whatever you want to do Long sleeves for a razor I am the world in which you must survive This is the anarchy Of plastic sexuality And so theatrically I’ll display it publically But just a few care And even fewer cry While you just die Between your thighs and eyes Value placed on what a mirror can supply Plexiglas in which reflects our lies This is who you are This is who we are You’ll never deserve this part But yours is a discarded heart
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