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lyrics

A gentle burn,
from the worst kind of words,
is sinking in.
Though it hurts,
lifts a curse,
from the first lie
that the reaper let in.

Stitch peels back,
fabric tacks,
cold and naked,
with a smirk on his face.
Chin relaxed,
shoulders bowed,
eyes pried open,
by the molten disgrace.

Now what kind of false inventions to mistake?
Why does all the patent fuss merit a blame?
Now you're gonna point your finger to escape?
Who is gonna sacrifice their body to the flame?

The truth inflation will,
follow the glitter pill,
inside your bitter brain.

Now your bloody teeth are grinding in your sleep,
Sweat is running out of exits to secrete,
Your eyes are red with murderous defeat,
Bottle up the beast.

What kind of meat
does your leech,
wish to feast on,
or is it not just me?
Your steel-toe cleats
can trample me,
and suck on greed,
just pinch me when I bleed.

Now what kind of false inventions to mistake?
Why does all the patent fuss merit a blame?
Now you're gonna point your finger to escape?
Who is gonna sacrifice their body to the flame?

The truth inflation will,
follow the glitter pill,
inside your bitter brain.

Now your bloody teeth are grinding in your sleep,
Sweat is running out of exits to secrete,
Your eyes are red with murderous defeat,
Bottle up the beast.

There was a face,
in the perennial garden maze...
They heard her say,
"Behind every mask, there's an ocean swimming with beautiful fish,
and talus caves to keep all their secrets hidden,
with forests of memories floating,
like spirits to feed us,
and bottle up the beast."

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from Mirage on the Meadow, released October 9, 2020

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