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Medicine
05:10
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I feel most safe coursing through your veins, I know that you'll come back for me. Talking to yourself, do you want some help, it's been such a long time coming.
Finally over.
You are such healthy people with your medicine but your medicine's gone.
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Angel Static
04:50
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I find myself afraid - more often than not - of every little thing, of every living thing. You are sunlight in human form, angel static, smile porn. "Cure" is just a pretty way of saying "death". Don't fuck with this. You choose your favourite colours and you fill me in. We cannot be friends.
I wanna hurt you for fun because it seems like you'd like it. I wish you'd open my throat, at least it'd feel fucking honest. What do you not understand? Am I that temperamental. It's just I love when you breathe because it's so sentimental.
I am so warmed by your winter touch. In you I trust, for god I lust. Even if you are just a voice inside my head, or a broken cigarette, or the words that I forget. I want to be the breath that you exhale from your lungs, just for fun, just this once; and maybe when I'm dead you'll find some truth in what I've said, and make me live again as a friend you never had.
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Augusta
02:28
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I am from Almonte. Walked to Augusta park. I saw your friends there. Yeah, they're still fucked up.
It didn't take too long, I guess that's where they belong. I'm glad that you moved on, I'm happy that you're gone.
I'd rather see you dead.
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Beautiful Day
05:14
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Dead on the bus, trying to sleep, goes where it wants, does what it please. But it don't mean a thing, 'cause I won't be here, living this life, for too many years, so I walk through the door, with my head in my hands, my heart on the floor, I smile again, as I celebrate this beautiful day, moon in my eyes, sun in my veins.
Look through the mirror, I see it clear, all of the things, normal and weird, all falls apart, together again, right from the start, until the end. Swallowing pistols, everything's gone, lay down the bottle, I become god. In transformation, red turns to blue, we are transcending. flowers in bloom.
Beautiful day.
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24
03:29
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I hadn't known you for very long, but I could already tell this wouldn't end very well or last long. I met you through somebody that I don't really trust anymore, I guess I learned my lesson, that won't happen again, twenty-four.
Keeping you company was fun, but I got an issue. I hope that we can be cool. I hope that we are cool. So farewell, so long, be good.
I don't think ill of you or think that it is wrong, because you seem to have fun and you're on a good run so far. But they'll eventually find out and they'll have a higher score, at least I was number twenty-four
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The Feeding Hour
05:10
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We're out tonight, loud flashing lights.
You can take us on or take our side, we'll be waiting patiently while you decide.
This is it, we know now what is happening.
We're inside, we've come for everyone in this empire.
The feeding hour. Been a long time coming and we are starving.
This is it, c'mon, children, dig in.
You can't stop us, we're the rain.
We're the ocean, we're untamed.
While you're sleeping, we're awake,
You're the rats and we're the snakes.
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Adieu
05:55
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I hope life will be gentle for you, I know it adores you.
Tied your shoes instead of a necklace, you won't regret this.
Whatever you do, I know you'll remember to remember your manners.
You give it your all, all that you've got, and it will pay off.
You will know when it hits home.
Adieu.
Every Sunday I pray to you, hope you're smiling, hope you don't feel blue, as blue as the moon.
There is nothing I would not do to hear you laughing so hard you can't move. How I miss you.
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Elementals Ottawa, Ontario
Elementals are sons of the small town of Almonte, Ontario. They are a gang.
A family with a drinking problem,
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