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released 28 December 2013

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Track Name: occlude//swallow//conflagarant
TW: assault, abuse, & gender dysphoria.

These songs are meant to heal; we understand words' capacity to hurt as well.


// SIDE A //

[OCCLUDE]

We've all felt defeat.
We'll all face deceit.

I hope I burn up before I burn out.

Queens and kings all!
Wrought beneath a lingering breath--
Indistinguishable. Inextinguishable.
Seven billion suffering souls with
No advise. No penance. No praise.

[SWALLOW]

The earth swallows us.

The cry below meets the leer above.
Emanating from wide white open gates
Which grow yellow in the sun and soot.
You lead, then follow, and leave.
As always.

Despondent abdicator-- that maligned creator
As you me. My bondage can only end with you;
Forfeit all power above
For love and freedom
Which grow fleeting with each rising sun.


[Conflagrant]

Concessions to to the conceited,
Deceived but not yet defeated.

Heed my sallow, pallid liege,
or be be heaved without reprieve!
She sought twice; found a brush conflagrant
And indignant.

A scream:
No sir, I won't.
You've mistaken anguish for anger,
but I shall not conflate them--
so strike me down.

Complacency is complicity!
I tried; I lost and now lie to rot,
but I still hope.

Don't mistake my anguish for mere anger,
My passion for blind rage, or my hope for delusion.
If I fall, another rises. Always.



Glistening garnet - stippled silver- breathing canvas
hung amongst stardust in the leering man's closet.

She's thrice given tacit pause, but now bursts in refrain:

Those who've reaped thrones sown shall see stones thrown.
Track Name: open gaits
This heart of gold and sinew
grew vain, now rusts.
Can't trust the fools
Or their cool, pooled
Gaze. Arms outstretched--
Not an offering,
But a curse and
A threat.

As eyes go cold
Tempers flare.
An eye for ennui on
These somber days. He may have wept,
but his gifts were just deceitful requests.

Don't tread where
They smile.
Don't look when
They speak
Because they eat their own god.
They kill their own cause.

Bone quills well up stolen blood,
ink for a new clause written without pause
Taken. Remember--

We wrote our own laws.
We kill our own...
But despite the depth of our alienation,
We are never truly alone.