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Ophthalmoscopic Humor
06:34
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Falling down into the ground
Where the windows to the soul are found
Bleeding into our anatomy
Burning at a thousand degrees
This fire consumes the form from inside
A conduit whose insulation amplifies
Through pills that seem to pacify
The cornea of my bulging eyes
My head screams in lotus blossoms
Igniting a million hydrogen bombs
Preventing the escape pods from collapsing
Into hazy silhouettes of nothing
But hurls me into oblivion
Into a sea of satellites I’m flung
Banishment seeks its polarity
In a shell or as an absentee
Falling down into the ground
Where the windows to the soul are found
Bleeding into our anatomy
Burning at a thousand degrees
This fire consumes the form from inside
A conduit whose insulation amplifies
Through pills that seem to crucify
The cornea of my bulging eyes
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We need to walk away
Abandon what we know
Spend some time alone
Far from streetlights glow
The pills by the dresser
Fill us full of white noise
Listen to stereos
Tell us what to enjoy
Below florescent lights
Which paint our faces white
Sucking out our lives
Like vampires in the night
Insomnia, insomnia
Keeps the dark at bay
The vampires away
Insomnia, insomnia
Keeps the dark at bay
The vampires away
A galaxy of features
In a telephone soul
Tracked by satellites
Through a part of the whole
Computers link our friends
Through plastic cells inside
The TV in the living room
Lays silent and mollified
We build up in the streets
In malls filled with stores
Asylum waiting rooms
With padded walls and floors
Insomnia, insomnia
Keeps the dark at bay
The vampires away
Insomnia, insomnia
Keeps the dark at bay
The vampires away
We need to walk away
Abandon what we know
Spend some time alone
Far from streetlights glow
The pills by the dresser
Fill us full of white noise
Listen to stereos
Tell us what to enjoy
Below florescent lights
Which paint our faces white
Sucking out our lives
Like vampires in the night
Our books have no knowledge
Our words make no sounds
We’re polyester outlines
Wasted on the ground
Our books have no knowledge
Our words make no sounds
We’re polyester outlines
Wasted on the ground
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Water the strings
For the sun
‘Cause if it goes out
We'll fill up our lungs
With cold air and dying
A holograms glow
Projecting our bodies
An illusion a flow
Time doesn't turn around
Despite the mechanics
It's sleeping in winter
It's all just semantics
We'd crawl in the larva
If salt pillars didn't scratch our backs
And the nebula breathes fire
On the nodules we lack
Of all our evolving
The statues must perish
For infinity builds bubbles
In cauldrons that vanish
Yet I disappear
And fade into another day
That leaves ill hemispheres
As cloudy as the clay
And we'd perish by day
Drive a stake in the night
Can't find what it means
As I breath out this light
An empty sphere guides us
To heaven and rain
A projection's not solid
And there's nothing we've gained
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All of the lesions are flowers
Dripping menstrual blood
She wanted to open her veins to me
But my skin was crawling with rape
As long as you stitch your wrists together
You might as well sew closed my eyes
Then maybe you can force them open
Like the painting burned between thighs
All of our fever is twisted by love
Cocoons drink up the butterflies
The fulcrum weighs between your legs
A telephone gesture to something that dies
All of the flowers are disgust
Blooming in a barren womb
Lactating shadows thrust into me
Circle around the corset grows numb
Vessels swell, channel my ruin
Mother spells love with the gown of her eyes
Unzipping father hopes to redeem
Children enlisted by lullabies
Dip into the well to trace the numerous names
A turnpike grown pink by the movies made
She populates the spent skin of grapes
Her attendance poised for a masquerade
Her orbit reached a pinnacle high
An altitude not mollified
Burning the words the poets puked out
Untying the strings that fettered self-doubt
He asked her if she wanted to die
She laughed as if to certify
A gaze did glow with burning eyes
Consuming each page with the blistering lies
As long as you stitch your wrists together
You might as well sew closed my eyes
Then maybe you can force them open
Like the painting burned between thighs
He asked her if she wanted to die
She laughed as if to certify
A gaze did glow with burning eyes
Consuming each page with the blistering lies
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Fingers fall into our meat
Picking mighty blue scabs
From our skull to our feet
Called heaven in the eyes
Of sterile latex gloves
Cutting out our throats
With the tastes of drugs
Filling up our lungs
With the tastes of drugs
Filling up our lungs
Whispering perverts cannot contain
Their delight and consternation
The bile must remain
Filling bottles with our urine
In a futile exercise
Expressing our limitation
Anaesthetized
Lobotomised
Anaesthetized
Lobotomised
It's raining
On me
Let it leak out my eyes
And onto the floor
Because all the microscopes
Spell word clarity
With a fountain pen
Leaking nothing more than
Atrophy
Fingers fall into our meat
Picking mighty blue scabs
From our skull to our feet
Called heaven in the eyes
Of sterile latex gloves
Cutting out our throats
With the tastes of drugs
Filling up our lungs
With the tastes of drugs
Filling up our lungs
For today a babe is born
Through the nexus slide
‘Laps a sterile deformity
Suspend and divide
Forsake the mariner
To an aimlessness that guides
Across an archipelago
A womb that yields the meek
Witness the succession
A progress laced oblique
On this fluid we’re buoyant
Above this bed of peaks
A vessel adrift in shallows
A single facet to glean
The polyhedron oscillates
In a departure from the serene
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7. |
Entomology Recruitment
03:25
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I've lost any semblance
In the tarnished queasiness
Tiptoe nostalgia
Clammy consciousness
Let the statues make memories
Worthy of the artists
They autograph casts
On the legs that they twist
Like the stems of dandelions
Are the saints that we spay
In sugary sunlight
They smile and sway
Shining down on an African plane
Saving love for another day
The best two out of five, I am alive
The avocado walls must stay
Turn the page
On a blank white day
I forget what it was
That I was going to say
Like déjà vu
An act in a play
Stick to the walls
Pink pealing and grey
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I’m scared of living
And I’m scared of dying
Uncertainty hangs as bright as the sun
And only shadows stain
The countenance of everything
Look up at the angels too
Find them bleached sallow
The search continues
Streaming under grand pianos
That aren’t grand anymore
Everything has fallen into
That similar stream
I give up on everything
And I give up on everyone
And everyone goes on living
For the rest of their days
I envy those dead and gone
They are better off than those
Alive but better of than either
Are those never born
They’re too busy not
Missing everything
But the lemmings wish
They could be
The lamp you find holds double edged dreams
Giving them what they want
‘Cause wants destroy you
But not what you need
I envy those dead and gone
They are better off than those
Alive but better of than either
Are those never born
They’re too busy not
Missing everything
But the lemmings wish
They could be
The lamp you find holds double edged dreams
Giving them what they want
‘Cause wants destroy you
But not what you need
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Void Without a Name
04:23
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Nothing but the sunshine
Lying dead upon the floor
Like wilted lilies their limbs are
Miles behind closed doors
Shut into an emptiness
That freezer burns my heart
Winter burns an icy thorn
A flat line from the start
Numb the covers leave me
A half sleep void of dreams
Aching to flood the steeples
And burst out from the seams
Do you have to leave it swollen
In a bandage old and stained
Drunk without a feeling
Soaking up cold rain
Misery has a warm glow
A blush upon her cheek
My bones are thick and heavy
My integrity is weak
Each to doctor their old wounds
A nurse to calm the pain
A pill to leave the symptoms
That our bodies contain
Do you have to leave it swollen
In a bandage old and stained
Drunk without a feeling
Soaking up cold rain
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11. |
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02:26
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12. |
A Want for the Coldness
06:03
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Hold your hands over my wounds
So I won’t bleed anymore
Could you take this out of me
Like pretty words in snow
Pour a glass of nothingness
Let it overflow the rim
Let it fill the room, my mouth
My lungs, watching me drown
I cannot swim
Compulsion guides the dogs we are
Following the bone
This fever makes us unseen
We glow as hot as coals
The stars, the sky, the dust at our feet
A warm dark cup growing old
Objects undress, preferably burlesque
Rehearsing holidays of shame
The jaundice face of an unborn friend
Shaggy stars release whats gone
An umbra clings onto my lungs
Hollows shiver down my spine
Strangers kiss in foreign tongues
These paths they loop and not end
Alone the cold washes me
Smuggled through the flow
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Blood, nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Blood, nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood
Blood, nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Nothing but blood
Nothing but love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but blood, blood
Nothing but love, love
Nothing but ...
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We fall into agreement
That the worlds a non-machine
The plates will go on spinning
Atop the sticks of green
But by their own volition
All telling cells to soon divide
Into a million headed species
All contemplating suicide
They sit in theaters watching pictures
Of photons deep in thought
Contemplating azure oceans
Where motley squid were caught
So sink into the nadir
Of scientific pornography
They sugar coat the bitter taste
Pealed from entropy
Psychosomatic bicycles
Seeking states of disrepair
They jettison their escape pods
Because they were unaware
That the universe stopped ticking
For a myriad of reasons
The cult of robot worshipers
Claim that this is treason
Mount gyroscopes in the heavens
To flutter in constant motion
It's as useful as a hangnail
This constricting cave devotion
But the universe goes on thinking
Until it conceives infinity
A notion still on holiday
From albino coats in laboratories
We fall into agreement
That the worlds a non-machine
The plates will go on spinning
Atop the sticks of green
But by their own volition
All telling cells to soon divide
Into a million headed species
All contemplating suicide
We've discovered non-locality
Atop-o-logical maze
Where the businessmen run a rat race
And the queen bee is their slave
Because the dead can love you
Shooting rockets into space
The amoeba's silent laughter
Lets redecorate this place
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Take the needle and drive it into my
Belly to widen the hole until there's nothing left
But an empty cavity a
Hollow shelf a part of me a
Part of me that once would have been
If not rotten away and consumed connect
The machines to synthesize
Feeling to cover this hole
Take the needle and drive it into my
Belly to widen the hole until there's nothing left
But an empty cavity a
Hollow shelf a part of me a
Part of me that once would have been
If not rotten away and consumed connect
The machines to synthesize
Feeling to cover this hole
A chemical façade a puzzle
Piece to stimulate false seasons and
Want for coldness that feels more tender
But fills the emptiness
Build the vacuum bright and shiny
That perpetuates the condition and the descent
Leave the needle spinning and falling away
Lay slumbering madly upon the floor
A chemical façade a puzzle
Piece to stimulate false seasons and
Want for coldness that feels more tender
But fills the emptiness
Build the vacuum bright and shiny
That perpetuates the condition and the descent
Leave the needle spinning and falling away
Lay slumbering madly upon the floor
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SFUStudios is composed of various studio projects, spanning a diverse catalogue of musical genres including: Indie Rock, Progressive Rock, Ambient, Electronic, Psychedelic Rock, Jazz, Goth, Industrial, Doom, Grindcore and Metal.
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