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I want you to destroy me and rebuild me into something else.
Only go outside to smoke cigarettes or to go to another city.
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Tell Me
02:34
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Tell me just where you want me, just where you need me to be. I'll be done doing labor for all of those creeps that don't mean a thing. Tell me just where you want me, just where you need me to be. I've got cavities welling up in my brain and I cannot think. Been spending miles under the surface. Been spending time just splitting hairs. Been spending miles under the surface, and you've been firing off flares. Tell me just where you want me, just where you need me to be. When the planes are flying overhead, you can breathe your sweet release.
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Pharaoh Step
03:43
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A pharaoh step, all crushing on human nature. It's in this hour I wonder what it will take to be whole--how we could even stand to lose more broken pieces, broken pieces of your soul.
And you can mend broken pieces / And you give me broken pieces
A feral crutch, all lighting up matches daily. It's in this hour I wonder why we always need time--why you can't just seem to show your face to the light.
And you can mend broken pieces / And you give me broken pieces
A cynic stare, holistic interpretation. It's in this hour I wonder if you're really that archetype--if you really had it in you, or if we're losing touch.
And you can mend broken pieces / And you give me broken pieces
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Moments → Nothingness
03:21
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Everyday, vivid dreams fall from my head. Used to wield words as weapons, but I must have dulled the edge. The years go by faster in this bucket that I've bled. Ancient heartbeats fade, my mind grows duller instead. I sip the salty slumber, etch runes into my knuckles--think in certain spans of characters and numbers. Grow circles 'round my eyelids, burn the rest: papyrus, and await the day again when there's fire in my iris.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
I can't wait for these moments to grind me into nothingness.
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Red Tank! Brooklyn, New York
Red Tank! is an autonomous war machine; jubilance against the face of extinction; harmony in chaos; dystopian punk; folk songs of the forsaken. redtank.org
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