1. |
Now We Eat the Mushroom
07:19
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Thank you, thank you, Rich G
Thank you, thank you for making me
It's not that hard
To let Go
You've not that far to go
(hehe I said fart)
Oh and by the way,
Always remember, baby
Nothing costs more than what you pay for
(Hey, grow yr own)
But I promise it's really nothing to worry about
Yr gonna have a fun fun fun fun fun fun time!!
Woooooo!
In the meltdown
You feel my soul
Stalking you
Like a cattle egret
Picking up pieces of your past life
Spreading the spores
To every corner I can find
and everyone knows now
And everyone sees
The lies are stripped away
And the light comes in
And there's plenty to chew on now
And spores start to grow
And your heart starts to harden
Now your world's become
A cubensis garden
And you’very got no choice
You’very got Noooo choice
But to take a big bite
Dig in,
Dig in,
Dig in
Eat the mushrooms
Eat the mushrooms
Eat the mushrooms
And fly away
Fly away
Fly away oh glory!
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2. |
Penis Envy
07:45
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𐚀𐘪𐙴𐘼𐙰𐛯𐜶𐜠𐚛𐚱𐚑𐘺𐙖𐚃𐛢𐛺𐚋
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3. |
Invitation to the Trance
03:37
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4. |
Cursebreaker!
05:13
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Blistering hexes
Spread across
Little pieces of paper...
...???
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̴A̵t̵ ̸e̷v̸e̴r̶y̶t̵h̵i̵n̷g̸ ̶t̸h̵a̷t̸ ̶c̷o̶u̵l̶d̵ ̶b̷e̵
̵A̸l̸l̷ ̵y̵o̵u̷ ̸h̷a̷v̴e̶ ̷t̵o̸ ̷d̵o̴
̴T̵o̵ ̶c̶a̷l̶l̷ ̷m̷e̸ ̶i̴n̴t̵o̴ ̵y̶o̵u̸r̸ ̶w̴o̵r̴l̵d̶
̵I̷s̶ ̶r̷u̸n̷ ̸y̴o̵u̴r̴ ̷f̷i̴n̶g̴e̵r̸s̴ ̴o̵v̶e̷r̸
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̵A̸n̵d̵ ̷s̵a̷y̸
I̵̜̎ ̵̰͝w̷̩̅a̵̱͂n̵̩̂n̶͌͜a̵̘̅ ̵̨̐b̸̖̆e̸͉͗ ̵̮̂ĺ̸̞i̸͔̚k̴̭̈́è̶͈ ̵͖̏h̴̡͛ẻ̸̘ṛ̸̅
̵̨͌Í̷̳ ̴̻͌w̷̖͑a̶͈̍ṋ̶̑n̷̻͐a̷̺͘ ̵̼̌b̶̘̏é̵ͅ ̵̥̔l̵̳̈í̶̬ḵ̵͋e̷̺͝ ̸̧̅h̴͇͒è̴̗r̶͍̅
̵͖̈́Î̶̙ ̶͖̾w̵̰̕a̴͚̍n̵̳͌ǹ̶̪a̶̠͌ ̸̯̆ĺ̵̹í̵̺v̷͎̓é̸͜ ̴͔͘l̵̲̎í̶̥k̷͜͝e̸̢͝ ̵͎̏h̴͚͒é̵͚r̵͖̒
̶̖͑Ḯ̷͜ ̴̰̓w̸͍̎ā̷̰ñ̵̻n̶͚̅a̴̢̕ ̵̪́b̶̻̈e̵̹͛ ̸̼̍t̴̙͠h̶̡̛ä̷̼t̵͎͊
E̸̫̒v̵͚͌ẻ̷̹r̶̘̈y̶̭̌t̵̮̾h̴̩̽i̶̡͗ń̶̞g̵̰͋ ̸͈̊c̴̝͗a̶̰͑ñ̷̥ ̶̯̚l̴̪̿a̸̞͊s̴̨̓t̵̘̕ ̵̝͑f̴̨̿o̶͍̅r̸͈̐ȅ̴̹v̵̽ͅę̷̈́r̷͙͠
̴̝̓W̶̯͑e̴͍̓ ̴̺̚ç̴͒a̸̠̕n̸͎̎ ̴̦͘g̸̮͗ơ̷̡ ̶̰͑ť̸̳o̸̮͂ ̵̟̀t̶͎̀h̵̪̓ẹ̶̽ ̶̕͜m̸̝̑ȯ̸̙ȍ̶̺n̵̙̂
̴̺̚Ą̷̓n̸͈͐d̴͚̓ ̵̳͘w̴̩̒e̵̛̝'̵̕͜l̸̃͜l̴̓͜ ̴̞̍n̸̻̐e̸͈̓v̵͔̓e̷̫̚r̶̜̔ ̸͉͆d̷̝͂ḯ̵͜e̵̅͜
̷̭͂Ḙ̸̒v̵͈̓e̴͚͂r̶̭̊y̴̯͘t̴͙̀h̶͔͗i̶͕͝n̸̤͌g̶̮̒ ̶̣̀ä̴̘́n̷̺̾d̶̩̊ ̵̕ͅë̵͉v̸̯͑ë̴̢́r̶̭̊y̸̤͠o̵͕̓n̶͔̚e̴̜̓
̷̰͗C̶̣̾a̶̯͋n̷̲̅ ̸̮̍l̵̩͝a̶̹̿s̸̼̉t̷̟̏ ̶͊ͅf̶͔̄o̶̦̎r̶̤̕e̷̝͝v̵̮͐ë̴̗́ṙ̵̳
̶̙̀A̴̩͋n̵̥̎d̵̗̕ ̴̯̎w̴͍͊e̶̟̋’̸̜̌l̵̮̀l̸͔̚ ̸̧̽r̴͕͋i̶̧̕d̸̡͑ë̷̫́ ̴̗̕ṱ̴̄h̶̬̍e̵̗͘ ̸̱͊ḿ̶̙o̴̮͋o̴̹͂n̶̦̋
̸̜̃O̶̧͘f̸̖̕f̸͓̐ ̵̠͝i̶̲͠n̶̙̍t̴͙̾o̷̞̊ ̴̤̓t̴͍̿h̸͖͊ë̸̹́ ̵̢̛ğ̸͚à̵̧l̷̬̉a̶̦̔x̶͙̎y̷̯̋
̴̘͒A̸̝̽ǹ̴̥d̴̗͒ ̵̠͘w̸̡̅e̸̺̽’̴͈̏l̵̯̇l̴̓ͅ ̴̼͘f̴̯̒l̴̬͛ỳ̷̗ ̶͈͋s̵̬̋ẗ̶̢́r̵̻̅ä̷͓́i̴͍̎g̴̜̊h̶͎̓t̵̲̐ ̶̳̕t̵͔̏h̷̳̏r̸̙̕ȍ̴̱u̴̜̓g̴̼͠h̸͂ͅ ̴̣̍J̶̞̅ů̸̫p̷̭̊i̵̜̽t̷̡̓e̷̝̋r̷͙͊’̶̦̚s̶̠̑ ̴̩̏è̵̘y̶̭̌e̵͍̔
̸̜̒Ả̶̲n̷̖̿d̸͈͑ ̸̪̃w̷͚̏ê̵̲'̵̻̐l̷͇̈l̷̤͋ ̵̠͑t̴͈̍a̵̢͂ḱ̴͖e̶̬͌ ̶̗̈́t̴͉́h̸͎͛ẻ̴̩ ̶̣̈r̶͔̕i̴̼͒n̵̋ͅg̴̭̅š̶̲ ̷̣̀o̶͉͠f̸͚͒ ̶̺̆S̷͠ͅȃ̵̘t̶̢͘ù̸̺r̷̐͜ṋ̸̒
̸̿ͅÁ̶͕n̸̙̓d̷̪̆ ̶̦͑w̴̝̐ë̸̘́a̸̢̓r̸̠͠ ̷̲̂t̷̜̆h̸̡̚e̶̗̅m̸̗̔ ̷̉ͅḻ̵̊í̸̢k̷͔͛e̷̘̾ ̴͙͌ả̷̹ ̴͔̌c̷̬͋ŕ̷̹ő̸͕w̵̳̒n̵̡̓ ̵̙̿o̸͎̎f̶̜̽ ̸̱͝t̴͎̕ĥ̵̲o̵͓͝r̷͓͒ṅ̸̘s̴͍̾
̵̟̿Ẅ̴̞ẹ̴̅'̸̦̀l̵̤͗l̵͕̒ ̶͉͑ȩ̶͆v̸̱͛e̴̕ͅn̴͇̓ ̷͍̈p̴͎͌l̸̢̈ù̵̻m̴͈͊b̷̼͌ ̸̯͘t̸̰̎h̷̤͋ė̸̫ ̸̹͌d̷̫̍ḛ̴̛p̴͍͋t̸̫͘h̷̼͒s̸͍̎ ̴̗͒ȍ̷̯f̶͓̀ ̶̙̒Ụ̸́r̸̗̃a̷̲͘ǹ̸̙u̶̼͐s̶̩̀
̶̭͊S̵̖͒à̸̖y̸̝̎,̷̧̓ ̸͈͑“̶̗̍Ị̷̂ ̴͈̎w̸̰̐a̸̲͗ṇ̷̓n̶͎̈́ȁ̴ͅ ̸͔̈b̶͔͝è̷͈ ̴̤̎l̵̩̑i̵̳͋k̴͔̀e̴̘̍ ̵̠͌ṱ̵̄h̷̠͑a̶͇͛t̵̘͛”̸͚̓
̸̲̏Ĩ̷̥ ̵̬̈́w̵̫͗a̸̬͐ņ̷̊n̸̝̚ȧ̸͖ ̸̭̃r̷̡͗i̵͓̐d̸̘̓ë̴̞ ̴̦̈́t̵͍̉h̴͔̅ę̵̏ ̷̰͂m̶̠̂o̵͙͘ǒ̶͍n̵̛͎ ̵͉̽o̷̺̕f̵̳̈́f̵̩̒ ̵̎͜i̴͊ͅn̶̤͊t̷̻̉o̶͎̊ ̶̦͑t̸̛͖ḣ̴̘e̴͕̿ ̸̯̽g̴͎̔a̴͎͝l̸̛̳ạ̵͛ẍ̵͖ỳ̷͇
̴͎̊Į̸̾ ̴̠̾ẁ̴̬ā̷̮n̶͉͝n̸͇͘a̷̛͈ ̸̮̐w̷̠͋ę̸̃a̸͙̒r̸̲̃ ̶͔̔t̷͚͒ĥ̸̘ó̶͙s̸̞͋è̴̼ ̵͙̅r̵̩̒i̷͎̐n̵̡͊g̵̮͒s̸̩͠ ̴͖̆l̸͇̓i̶̹̊k̴̪̈e̸̛̤ ̸̧͠å̶̠ ̵̫̎t̷͈̽h̷̠̉ó̸͔ṛ̴̎n̷̡̿ý̷̥ ̴̫̚c̴̰̈́r̸̲͑ô̷͚ẁ̷͜ñ̴͔
̸̗̇I̴͓͝ ̴̘̅ẇ̶͓ȃ̵̼n̵̟͝n̶͕͒a̴̺͊ ̷̕ͅb̸̬͛ȩ̶̌ ̸̻̽ĺ̷̖i̶͖̍k̶͙͋e̴̼̐ ̷̰̉t̴̰̓h̶͙͘a̷̧̛ṫ̸̝
̵̼̚H̵̳̕E̴̘̍Y̷̬͋!̴͇͐
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6. |
Open Up Yr. Bloody Arms
03:42
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Bleached venus
With arms asleep
From bored support of
Seafoam's cream
Leaning on a bubble
That pops into smog
Above me in a trestle
Undisturbed by gulls
That wrestle for scraps
Of fishguts midair
Sqwawking while the bloodspurts
Stain yr hair
We can make sandcastles with our skin
Maybe we're the waves
Or all nothing
Now that stones no longer guide us
And we cannot hide behind the shadows
We look to the sky
And search for a sign
Open up yr bloody arms and tell me that yr mine
Reach beyond the starlight that falls into yr eyes
Open up yr bloody arms and tell me that yr mine
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7. |
Sea of Cruelty
05:07
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Wash your cold hands
In the warm blood
Open up your nude mind
To the slime
Of possibility
A thousand-mile stare
Melting into
A single teardrop
Running down a glacial wall
Sheer cruelty
In an endless sea
The eye blinks once
And the light goes on and off forever
The lies go in one ear
And the knife goes in and out forever
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8. |
This Little I of Mine
04:11
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This little I of mine
I'm gonna let it die
Let it die, let it die
In the never, never night
They said that I was I
And that my I was mine
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9. |
Vulva Vindication
06:18
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I am the perfect place to fuck
Where pleasure and pain will all run amok
Nothing to gain, nothing to lose
You are the luck of the choice you choose
I am the love that you love to abuse
The ugliest duck and the pluckiest prude
A swan that is gone in the yawn of the dawn
And when the band stops the dance carries on
I hope that you've given up trying to solve
Riddles of scribbles dissolved in black thoughts
Inkblots and bloodclots that stain as they save
All strung together we fall into graves
Vindicated vulva, vanquishing hate
Bow down to the Mother who spits on the stage
Rolling with reared back horses enraged
Stampeding with elephants and lions uncaged
Syrups and cider inside her false face
In spite of inciting the end of an age
She smiles and thinks of the wars she will wage
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10. |
Dark Beacon
11:02
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If I think of you beside me
Will you materialize?
Is it conscious seduction
Or unconscious destruction?
The unsatisfied is satisfied
It will satisfy unsatisfied
The unsatisfied to satisfy
Or to satisfy unsatisfied
Is the light inside or outside?
Is it coming or going?
Is that glowing
The unknowing
Of the satisfied unsatisfied?
Am I growing?
Am I dying?
Is unsatisfying satisfying?
(I'm peeling off the layers of my new skin
I'm breaking off the pieces to feed them to my kids)
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11. |
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I'm a hungry jackal
& I'm gonna eat the placenta of the Mother of God
Scurrying out in a hurry
From my furry sanctuary
Locked in the thighs
Of the God of Disguise
Waiting for the flood
Shivering above my knees
Past the jury of fate
(bearing my soul)
I escape the pain
I escape the pain
I escape the pain
Of a thousand knives going
Cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut cut...
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12. |
Headless Angel
09:00
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13. |
Heartsong
07:18
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A chance to dream among the dead
Has opened up to me
Mortal opportunity
Split out in a sphere
Crushing its head on the dread of what's near
How cold could it be?
I hope it impresses you
How much does it weigh?
It's heavier than a feather
And that's much too much
You must make yr heart lighter
To pass through this way
In the meantime I'll feed it to a crocodile
He's hungry, ya know?
And all he can eat are mortal souls
What else is he supposed to do?
You'll get it back soon, I promise
But you don't need it now
Go off on yr own and think of how to drown
Without water
Without lungs
Without breath
Without thought
Without word
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