1. |
Intro
00:37
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2. |
Art Clokey
02:34
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This vapid and hollow form,
is all I know.
I'm godless and lack a soul,
a clay uniform.
I've forgotten what it's like to be
possessed by spirits from my childhood dreams.
I'm paralyzed by many things,
most of all what I'm capable of.
The evil is inside of me, Art Clokey.
I twist and writhe in devil hands.
Go ahead and state your demands.
Tonight all I want is some sleep.
Do what you want with my body.
I twist and writhe.
The insect finds counsel in the cold corpse of another.
Every single day is a struggle against faith,
but I won't let them take you away from me.
When I stare in to your eyes, and it's like you may have died,
then I won't let them grow deep inside of me.
Clay, fate, everything is fake, I don't trust reality.
What's it like to be awake?
Why I'm questioning my mind, I don't have a sense of pride.
What's it like to be alive?
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3. |
Hedonist
01:40
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I'm a hedonist fuck.
I can't get it up.
I'm five years removed
from wearing him
around my neck.
I'm a miserable glut.
I can't eat enough.
Pray it won't kill me.
What a voracious appetite.
Can't stand the sight
of human kind
With such greedy might,
hands full of sleight,
it mars the mind.
Who said I had a positive spirit?
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4. |
Tulpa
01:23
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You're a tulpa.
I don't what you are.
You could be anything.
You could be dead to me.
From a vulva.
With no persona.
Are you a memory?
Or are you dead to me?
Shot out of the room,
you showed face,
and feigned awake.
But unlike you I feel it still.
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5. |
Witch's Hat
01:10
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I'm a spiritual mess.
I'm vexed.
I'm turning into a wraith.
A ghoul going by a different name.
You wear the witch's hat.
Your cast can dispel my misery.
Incant your words to bury me.
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6. |
Nadir (Outro)
03:07
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Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.
There's a brick on the pedal and I'm headed for the guardrail tonight.
I will outrun the benevolence that's been here with me my whole life.
My nadir holds a gun to my head begging me to commit suicide.
Deconstruct everything I know about freewill.
I wasn't asked to be born into this world.
Take away my agency.
Falling in front an audience.
Ousted a sensationalist.
Invalidate the pain I always feel.
Death lives in my mind.
The partition between you and I.
I am just a child.
Helpless in the mire.
Kill that child with fire.
Bury it in ice.
It's what I would have liked.
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WITCHXHAT Toronto, Ontario
Toronto post-punk thematically centred around the occult. This is not for you.
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