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Anonymized Internal Criminals

by Died

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1.
Borne 06:31
warehouses lining up at the door strobe sounding to a four on the floor glitter falling from the face of a raver coated black the precious angel of danger step inside to free your heart and your shine rip a line and let the conk in your mind broken bodies synchronized to the feature demons flying sipping wine by the speakers can't feel it ears reeling eyes burning mind turning can't find no air time so I climb my heart is blackened death seeking out the one i came here to scout roundabout with scars parading his clout evil dane has got his name in with satan for burning churches down i've got a plan i've got a target hate seething here i've got to spark it get me a lender and a hexing of hellfire shoot up the school and see your name in the headlines we will stay leave here if you want to we can help you we can free you begin the trials in your mind the big decisions who's innocent who can relate rescind your duties dealt in time for thinking who's breaking hell how can i tell reach out for helping hands we've got each other your eyes they say in loving ways commit to change the ways you deal with hatred now evil dane led the way followed by the angel of danger a paranoic side step deep into his corridor inside his violence cried the soft eyes of childhood innocence alongside mangled notebooks of self portraits i've heard his howls and his knowledge of committing mortal sin but when he wrapped me under his wing and held and warmly i began to feel the hellfire burn within i don't want to fix myself never want to fix myself how long will the bright lines follow you i know its a long way after how long will the demons hide the truth the clearing of time oh how wonderful how long till you feel blessed to be born despite all the world's pained fragments how long till you know what's best to do live to improve
2.
i’ll give myself another week just to make sure that i am fucked if i’m not feeling good by then well then i guess this is the end permission granted you are free i’m bringing emily with me fireman carry me home watch my body leave the room room spins my father’s watching i did what i know i had to do fireman carry me home watch my body leave the room room spins my mother’s watching i did what i know i had to do i’ll give myself another month just to make sure that i am fucked if i’m not feeling good by then well then i guess this is the end permission granted you are free fireman carry me home watch my body leave the room room spins my sister’s watching i did what i know i had to do fireman carry me home watch my body leave the room room spins my friends are watching i did what i know i had to do lucky me lucky you everyone wins does telling me what to do make you happy does torturing your body to torture my body is that what makes you happy do you know who you are doing this for will you take a look around and see this is not for you or me or do you worship this chain of command so much you will bury your soul within itself just to make mine bleed another drop of blood for your master they don’t need to make it hurt, but that’s they way they like to do it and we’re caught up right in the middle and you won’t even take a look around to see that you deserve this i’m just unlucky
3.
trains crashing cross-ways sparks rain on the rat race on the tracks insider trading slum lords behind golden masks we're craving for your solace guns spray in the storm of the enemy tanks breaking through suburban sun we're craving for your solace we cannot force a world reform please let me prove my hygiene i'm emptied for the hidden world excellent to me hidden from the fleas thankful for the quiet of the earth excellent to me counting my money slave to numerations excellent to me country tis of thee what a cold world wonderful world grave manufacture forgotten bodies shitting blood wealth of the nation for sale prom dress on plastic colored blood we're lending you our power worker's uprising to reclaim the tanks that they have built we lent to you our power now taking back all you have gained you left our bodies rotten and raped our days shackled in chains excellent to me breaking shackles free thankful for the beauty of our birth excellent to me lending my body sacrificial soldier excellent to me country tis of thee what a cold world wonderful world failed revolution dominion reinstated capital sovereignty mass executions please pray for my family
4.
Borrower 05:27
skyscrapers are bleeding smoke thrashing all of heaven's hope from poor minds below caught ablaze writhes the broken child hands to armor tied mechanized self slaughter hypnotized by LSD and television faces re-erase themselves from past relations now blank hostility caught in the liminal the child charades anonymized internal criminals i don't want your money i just want your death the culprit child screamed while shooting down his heroin it's dark so he makes his bed in crumbling dirt and drifts into the low borrowed broken child spit out all you have learned not your fault but i think screams are all you have earned borrowing for time borrowing for time to pray borrowing for time to pay the holiest of telephone lines reached you from the highway and cried that the dark side is never where the day began so you took to the stars and drew maps of the galaxy because you knew you had star signs of hiking ahead the highway signs point towards the towers
5.
I Rob You 01:49
robbing the guts in lonely people stolen the hearts that heavy hung silence among the royal peaceful folding under for their gods stolen in a dream they can't ever be released they mustn't be they are holy even those who see through this travesty agree their hope is broken broken like the home that was promised them back when they were too young to be jaded nowadays they try to be satisfied with eyes that see the faded nothing for their pain victims of their shame how to live without what has been robbed let's see which of us is free i already know its me i hold onto hands of others look into your eyes and i rob you begging, "can i rob you?"

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released November 16, 2018

Produced by Arthur Rizk in Philadelphia
Drums recorded by Travis Bacon in New York
Artwork by Nicholas Zhu - @baojiaxiang
All music and lyrics written and performed by Matt Leichenger, Ian White, Caio Brentar, and Alex Geisel
© Boul God 2018 (APIS-003)

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