by no design,
in the stairwell of your carapace
your fortress of sinew and steel
don’t you get bored
just staring through the crack in the door?
you know no one is home
so why act unsure?
your malnourished architecture
trembles with each austere breath.
a recursive dream of
a panic attack.
the bell keeps ringing
slip under the door.
don’t you get bored
just staring through the crack in the door?
come on in, it’s so cold outside
we’re stocked for a war
munitions from the ceiling to the floor
show your teeth, let me be terrified.
a recursive dream of
a panic attack.
the bell keeps ringing
slip under the door.
is the body a property?
razor wire anatomy
maybe i’m “4real”
let me spell it out
in the soft topography
of corporeal territory
maybe i’m “4real”
is the body a property?
is the body a property?
take control of your property.
mutilation autonomy,
reclamation of territory.
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powerful instrumentals contrasted against soft unconfident vocals. like a deep yearning for affection but you dont know how to ask. like a love you feel slipping away but youre powerless to stop it. every time i start it i feel like i cant stop. a must have for my collection. skeletalsexing
supported by 128 fans who also own “slip under the door”
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN