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Nous (Seed Queen)
05:18
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Mind
Mind on a dream
Dream
Come apart at the seams
Since seventeen
Mind travelling
Mind
Mind what I mean
Got a heart full of seeds
Seeds of a dream
Seeds of a dream
Seeds of a dream
Blossoming
The lines and the seams
Crows feet at nineteen
Thought I found my Queen
A soul full of lust
Just let it rust
Mind come between
What I say and what I mean
Minding my dreams
When I wake up and scream
Minding my dreams
When I wake up and scream
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2. |
Ennoea (Nun Blue)
03:27
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Right on time
Make you feel my mind
Legs entwined
So wet, more wine
Come like blue nile falls
Come in time hold your throat
We'll ride like seven suns
We'll ride like seven suns tonight
Hot wax and teeth ensnare
Paint our skin a crimson glare
See my spirit bare
See my spirit bare
It takes time
It takes time
It takes time
Read my mind
Slip some tongue
Share some skin
Share some Tongue
Share some skin
Not just a fuck
Inflating lungs
I'd pick every blade of grass for you
I'd weigh every grain of sand, nun blue
I'd pick every grain of sand for you
I'd weigh every grain, say I do
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3. |
Charis (Mood Moss)
04:04
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So pretty in that emerald veil
Heartstruck hail
Heartstruck hail
With the infernal grace of god
Vis-a-vis, macabre stare
A plague of serpents
Flickering tongues
Musky skin and opium
Golden Bronze scoparium
Gather me in your breast
Run your fingers down my spine
Like rivers ablaze with roots entwined
The grace of God
The grace of God
Peel me of my skin like Platanus Ocidentalis
Your antlers repose a la great sycamore trees
Your arms reign like infernal hail
Heartstruck hail
Emerald veil
Heartstruck hail
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4. |
Sige (Tandem Tantra)
09:46
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Chasing your shadow
Making no progress
Licking my lips and dreaming of slow sex
While you're fucking your boyfriend
Breathing in slowly
Exhaling in tandem
Waiting
Waiting to lose the privilege
Loving our time spent
Hating and chaos bent
Thinking of courtship
Tasting that caress
And I keep catching your scent
I love the mind that wastes my time
And makes me feel like I've got a purpose
I love the mind that wastes my time
And makes me feel like I've got a purpose
Silently picking the flowers from your head
Kissing your forehead
Pretending I'm confident
And the clothes that lace your chest
I tell you time don't mean a thing
And let you go on travelling
I tell you time don't mean a thing
And let you go on travelling
I tell you time don't mean a thing
And let you go on travelling his body
Mouthful of skin
And I let all the harlots in
Dine on their limbs before sharing my bed
But I won't slay what's not mine
And I won't forget that promised time
Alive and inspired
A heartful of myths
Your denial makes me perfect
And these hearts that I harvest
Trace me in scarlet
Candles and curtains
That match all the roses
And my love is like
And my love,
Love lays in herses
My Blood
My Life
My Soul
My Mind
My Bile
My Bones
My Come
My Skin
My body's your parchment
Silence
Sit in silence and
And swallow
Swallow my organs and
Picture your unborn kids
While your fucking your boyfriend
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
Boy
And I swore they had your eyes and my smile
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5. |
Aletheia (Holy Mother)
06:32
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O my heart which I had from my Mother!
O my heart which I had from my Mother!
O my heart of my different ages!
Let me speak of truths!
O my heart I'm not a virtuous man!
O my heart I pretend that I am!
O my body may break in your bed!
O my mind I get lost in my head!
O my palms I steal from my friends!
O my tongue I lie to my kin!
O my sinful soul I'm not adulterous!
False virtue, it's just fear within
O my God I'm superficial to the skin!
O my nature it's inherent and thin!
O my ambition don't show!
O my child I'm not a responsible man!
O Mother I'm selfish and cruel!
O Holy Mother a jealous man I am!
But O ancient river, I'm not afraid to cry!
And sometimes it scares me how it don't scare me to die
But O ancient river, I'm not afraid to cry!
And sometimes it scares me how it don't scare me to die
O my Mother I'm but a shell of a man!
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6. |
Pleroma (Septimus Mabon)
07:22
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All we are is dust
Seperate particles
Syllable lust
Courting fire, burn on a husk
Molt in sol
Courting air, soft peonies so fair
All we are is dust
A gentle fuck
A little luck
I hate you make a home
To my bones
Weak kneed sleep tease
Blood
There is nothing more personal
Personal than blood
Pooling blood
Wine and dine
Blood
Courting earth
Raped
Raped of sin, nonsense
Bound and masticated
Bound
Bound and jaded
But, feels a little better now
Sit around and knit a sweater
Sit around and knit a sweater
September
September
September
Sayin', sayin', sound, so, sin, sex, sound, so
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