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(I can't dream right now ... so I wrote this down ...) I'm alone at a pit with a single wolf At least, sort of, except it has hoofs And a beak, but it barks At the dark that's in front of us So I know it to be doggish in part Wonderous, whatever the fuck it is We sat by the unwell, at one point I even had its head in my lap Then night fell and it all began to collapse Under the stark contrasting blacks Of our dissimilar habitats, upbringing, all that The history of humans and traps, pelts on our backs So naturally the birdwolf attacked And rightfully ate my face I've never felt so unsafe So I wailed for a while By the deep unlit Of this botomless pit Blood all over my shit 'Til I noticed these ants Making their way boldly up the backs of my hands Then the wolfhawk returned and started to pant While infinite insects scaled my neck And slowly did envelop my head SongtexteLike a living clicking sticking hissing mask That politely parts for my eyes And moves when I laugh So we walked, me and the doghawk In my hundred-thousand leg helmet and stopped Compelled by my comfort in such frightful conditions I listened to hear whatever soft hell of a forest I'm lost in Bright chorus of chaos, killer and cowardice And all I want is to not know what an hour is Gradually grow immune to poisonous flowers And wild out, use my blood like a beast Face red when I eat Survive like I'm liable to die at all times 'Cause whatever I'm doing ain't life Sometimes a sunset involves you personally And just wrecks your shit inadvertently And maybe even reels a feeling perfectly And when you pen it people still don't get it Sometimes a sunset involves you personally And just wrecks your shit inadvertently And maybe even reels a feeling perfectly And when you pen it people still don't get it Now like me and this wolf We decide about a cliff Give whatever stars surround a sniff And walk off of it Meanwhile an ox sits Its back swole open with whip It doesn't ever really rest It just suffers less a bit Or a six-pack of hawk, wings clipped Held together at neck Cellophane chaining their legs, shit Twelve tigers tied to a burning car lit With a crowd of the happening capturing it Businessmen laughing Beside a ten-story concrete tent is collapsing With warnings smashing into advertisements flashing All I am asking is to explore my worst fears With mere a lantern and something knife-like for years As long as you bend light without ruining a life Not getting good and sick Cold in the caves of what I don't know That'll show me to a choppin' block's top And personally I like my head a lot And wanna keep it It's where I spend most of the weekend Weakened, in a good way though Sorta strong about where I want my healing to go Life outside the skull can grow dull And diffuse into an economy-fed Priding, writhing baby dragon with one thousand necks And fire fueled by all our rents Spent, and we're lent Until it's just cold And then cold. And more cold Never gets a second act No coming back From wearing fire That is a proper door The kind of proper passage explorers long for And don't return through Don't let what beckons burn you Aus Songtexte Mania