Lyrics:
Fiction, a faction lurking in the recess where it blooms
Obscured from scrutiny becomes perceived wisdoms
Mottled shades memory fades
Twisted logic, truth
mottled and
Perspire in our yellowed shirts
Embittered as we break the summit
Sunk nights all bottles
Plump fingers locked we tandem vomit
Be there by
the Cyberkraken burst the clouds descending from heaven
On a mottled planet covered in forest, where the woodsmen were chanting their chorus
No shelter from our
dappled and freckled, mottled and speckled
My foliage of delight
Under my feet amber and auburn
Scarlet, russet, maroon
Ochre, carmine, deep hues abound
trees hanging dark
With mottled shadows on, with mottled shadows on their bark
No Moon is there, no voice, no sound
Of beating heart, a sigh profound
got them
Broke check, no money for a problem
And these words hit like I shot them, full throttle
Mottled truth all up in my bottle
Maybe if I hit
current
Like salt water sloshing up against the grain
But for monet, subtleties
I take paint like a bruise
Mottled pink, purple, pink
Punch by punch
Blue
Because I can't get off the ground, I'm feeling mottled down but I keep trying
Still having a hell of a time trying to find that silver lining
Because I
Mottled forms through the trees
A side of you we never see
You look safe but it's not fair
Trapped and all alone in there
Such beauty hidden for
to give it to.
The dark arts of preservation,
the mottled collection of displacement.
To love them is to know how it feels to be lost and to be left.
You
and he smells obscene
Something's happened and it's not so good
broken bottles in the face of love
Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light
Nylon
I cried for the band, I cried outside
I cried for the man
Their sweat mottled, melted
Their prescription blush
I cried for the band, in
through
Lotta red when you get out the blue
Mottled ribbon, solid attitude
And they comin' soon but I'm lovin' you
Song of a nomadic home
On clothes
Warm sun shining through seagulls wings
Makes mottled patterns upon the sea
Transparent fames in feathered flight
Bound for infinity
I am near you
of leaves
mottled by the cleaves
of caterpillar's ardent mandibles
form a basketweave of glowing mud,
bluebells in bud.
Linen smock
and scarlet-embroidered
Autumn leaves are flying,
(each a baby's brittle boat),
The season's dying,
(Winter's mottled pigeon throat)
Sings the coo-cool air,
The old
a red door, bordered by mottled glass
And inside a lighted lamp
Pious lives here
Pious is tired but can't sleep
She twitches wired
She lies beside
the rye
The silhouette's in a plastic bottle
But have I been here before?
The picture's clear, but the colors are mottled
Is the guilt just my decor?
But
shining on
The blood and oil that mix
I am your host, you are the ether
As I feast upon your mottled flesh
And exist now forever
Frozen, his veins
Slow,
please
Running footsteps are light on the grass
Mottled skin-shapes from shadows do pass
Winged whispers your sanity take
Darker still do the conifers
the greed
For the crimes
For your cage
For your plan of mottled fucking ways
Rise
Keep me broken and wretched in these times
These times deny the take
Men
Cold as winter
Steaming plume
Full of anger
Sealed in womb
Gleaming fortress
Settled earth
Torn in chaos
Savage birth
Illuminated
Mottled crown
it left it left you sickly
And once the corks out of the bottle
It never quite seals up again
No mettle just mottled
Your iron will was made of tin
So
She sleeps in the sated bed
Shadows creep amoung the spinnets of fire
"It's very nice to be home again"
The man in her dream
Announces with a mottled
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