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my myspace best friend just killed himself i’m on his myspace page i can’t help myself i called him last night but i couldn’t help nobody hears u when u whisper so i yell and yell and yell the hour hand’s struck and it’s sitting at seven there’s a giant green plant blocking my way to heaven skeleton fish and demon masks how’s ur family life nobody asks school is open but their minds are closed to the whispers i hear knowledge nobody knows they don’t like my answers cuz i don’t stay in line i’m a cancer on this place and i’m not benign my mind trapped on this plane i would slice it off and retain the pain where would i see myself my heart feels like a stain life is just bleeding my existence all over the stain and i don’t want ur acceptance i only want revenge in a world that’s full salival and nothing ever ends in the woods behind the school they’re calling me life is a prison they can set me free i felt a finger on my mind it was meant for me now i’m ready to go on a killing spree now i’m walking down the halls they can see what i’m thinking they can see it all they’re gonna make me go insane they brought me into the street i was born just a babe nothing but norm falling out in my first day getting crapped by society what will i do what will i say my lights gone out nothing to pray where will i do how will i be my life is torn the dinosaurs be
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nameless rites and christmas lights grab a book and hide ur chin in white flaps of wings and hats of fur decomposing in a hole by the river there is no blame on the blind or the disabled or sick for their staying behind tell them to say what is best satan certainly seeks to put a test to the blessed a danse macabre with a goethe king the invisible man with a nameless thing scarn o’lantern at the hour past one the unspeakable name’s grim work is done a ghost rider in his midnight garb asks if i know where my children are and salem’s lot are chanting runaway names as a contract with god bursts into flames it’s a danse macabre
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Sky Burial
03:17
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this is K97 street wraith on the air we’re callin’ out for all the demons in hell we’ve come to bring u to the party the party of a thousand suns a night that never ends and a morning that will never come welcome to the great divide of a (land esteemed?) in the great eye we show u to the path of righteous we begin with a final call a curtain’s call to all those we miss welcome to a hellish nightmare *evil jeff laugh* u just u in another time we would leave something for the birds with wrists twisting still toward devouring someone to carry u like muscle memory i’m pecked into movement faking the routines that i used to have with u we all fall down and the eerie sound is ending souls thrown to lone high places with desert birds descending & i don’t want to live like this anymore the simple excarnation in a daily sense of loss tells me i’m still alive but that dying is the cost
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see the surfin’ buddha sit atop the throne of bone floating with bat santa or fishin’ for the moon we’re all friends of the iceberg and friends of friends of friends meeting up with whales we’re finding a friend for the end of it all and dancing with the night life kids dancing with the night life kids the shades come down the walls are spinning he’s feeling alright but his sanity keeps thinning they say my name is christmas they say my name is christmas i shoegaze by myself u know the chef is back here & sunday morning football there is a baby crying i sweep it under brugs with the bears shaped like hearts
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I Am The Doorway
04:09
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i am the doorway i am the murderer and i know what u have done i am the next step in the plan and the invasion has only just begun look in my eyes all over my body look at these hands are u ready to die look in my mouth it’s full of their flesh it’s time to say ur last goodbyes i am the doorway i am the antichrist and i’m coming to ur town u won’t know what is coming next as ur puny race falls to the ground people get ready are u prepared can’t u see right to ur demise i am the doorway
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relinquisher interlude
01:15
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he screams of the damned, or perhaps not the damned so much as the indifferent. those whose crime was passivity in a world where all is decay and rotten untouchable malice of unconcern. a man suffered and no one saw so now all pay the price- and your choices have destroyed us all why would u do this to us i can feel the hair growing out of my brain it’s pulling me insane i can rip up my arm and grow a new arm i feel it i feel it inside coming out and ripping through me every pore of my body u had ur friends we were always around u why jimmy why couldnt u be there when we needed u we called for u we asked for u we goddamn bleeded for u but yet there u were watching as u killed us stop saying sus the word is suspicious when i watched toy story it wasn’t supposed to be like this big chungus isn’t funny there’s nothing but teeth i’m hiding where i can and i never sleep at night cuz i don’t know where i am collector ripper collector emitter i can’t lay low inside my room anymore he opens up his maw and then it’s a door to them oh god oh god take them but not me all this all of that u pushed us u bled us u fed us lies and now from every fiber of my being i feel a hatred inside a hatred for u jimmy u pushed us u skinned us u took our blubber we the whales have been dismantled our arms our goddamn arms jimmy u took our fucking arms and now i’m coming for ur eyes jimmy you you devil i will find u to any court & any plane of existence i will be there always watching you
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untitled
03:54
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it’s been a while since i came here staring at the ceiling whatever happens happens and i will still be here floor walls heart i’m living like a goldfish and i don’t want to be that now with only two years to go just two more years and i might say some shit and i might do some shit i really said some shit i really done some shit
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Cosmic Ballet
04:14
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skies of dark eyes of blue nothing will change why won’t u seeing ur lies knowing the truth i’ll get u out forcing u to slashing ur lies skid on the floor falling out of ur own life crucified dignified all that’s left and nothing more reaching out grabbing air all our fear has come undone u stab at me heart in chain can’t break the lock going insane
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reclaimer interlude
01:20
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a scent is coming i’ve served my time never-ending pain but i guess this is fine i look down in my hand where a child’s heart was beating it was fucked up that was years ago but the memory’s repeating i looked up in this realm towards its horrible prince had not a restful night before but i’ve been pissing spiders since smells like sulfur smells like eggs and i’m trapped down here with the sinners and dregs i’ve given my soul to Gibraltar the rat it’s getting darker and there’s no going back
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and we just had to go oh u looked so worried when i said i could feel the ground sneezing under me and i sneezed back and that was the last time i saw anything like people again after that only gravel that shifted on its own and wrote out a big scribble in the sky to make its presence known and i’m not going back the snow hurt my feet and a branch grabbed at me the first time i went outside then three million years passed and i just got to be where was i? let it swallow you whole
you are an event, you are a thing that happens
you are an event, you are a thing that happens
you are an event, you are a thing that happens
you are an event, you are a thing that happens
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Atwood Tapes Mohegan Lake, New York
was: small label dedicated to recording the small DIY acts of the lakeland/panas high school
scene.
is now: just a place for logan to put whatever he happens to be working on now.
www.instagram.com/atwood_tapes/
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