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w O R S e N I N G

B a t h S

o b s i D i A n

O s s U A R Y

I N C O m p A T I B L E

n O E Y e S

P h A E D R a

I R O n W O R k S

N O P A S T l I v e S

M I A s M A S K y

E A r T H d E A T H

I n T E R

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V

VIII

II

VI

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VII

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w O R S e N I N G

BIRTH WAS LIKE A fAT BLACK TONGUE

DRIPPING TAR AND DUNG AND DYE

SLOWLY INTO MY SHIVERING EYES

I MIGHT WALK UPRIGHT

BUT THEN AGAIN

I MIGHT STILL TRY TO DIE

NEVER PRAYED, NEVER PAID ANY ATTENTION

NEVER fELT ANY AffECTION

NEVER A LOT Of THOUGHT TO LIfE

I MIGHT WALK UPRIGHT

BUT THEN AGAIN

I MIGHT STILL TRY TO DIE

WHERE IS GOD WHEN YOU HATE HIM MOST

WHEN THE MOUTHS IN THE EARTH COME TO BITE AT MY ROBES

HELL THAT SITS BELOW, OH YOU WOULD DO WELL TO BELLOW AT THE

COLD, THE LIfELESS, THE WORSENING SOULS

II M I A s M A S K y

TALL ROCK SHELf, ARE YOU MAYBE HERE TO HELP ME HURT MYSELf

MIASMA SKY, WOULD YOU SWALLOW ME ALIVE

TALL ROCK SHELf, ARE YOU MAYBE HERE TO HELP ME HURT MYSELf

MIASMA SKY, WOULD YOU SWALLOW ME ALIVE

(OTHERWISE, THERE IS VERY LITTLE YOU CAN DO fOR ME)

I AM SWEET SWINE

IN VICTORIAN DOORWAYS

IN TEMPESTUOUS fOREPLAY

I AM SWEET SWINE

AMONG WHITES NOT BRIGHT

AND CLOCKS LOCKED

ON A NIGHT Of CAKE AND KIN

WHERE I TOOK YOU BY YOUR SKIN

INDOORS

A LIGHT SPINNING WE PERfORMED

AND OUTSIDE, LEfT YOU AGAIN TO YOUR WIfE

THROUGH VICTORIAN DOORWAYS

HOW I HOUSE MY HEART IN IRONWORKS, IT HURTS

THERE MUST BE SOME fINESSE TO SELf-WORTH

HOW I HOUSE MY HEART IN IRONWORKS, IT HURTS

THERE MUST BE SOME fINESSE TO SELf-WORTH

I AM SWEET SWINE

IN VICTORIAN DOORWAYS

IN TEMPESTUOUS fOREPLAY

I AM SWEET SWINE

AMONG WHITES NOT BRIGHT

AND CLOCKS LOCKED

I AM SWEET SWINE

AND NO MAN IS EVER MINE

I AM SWEET SWINE

AND NO MAN IS EVER MINE

I R O n W O R k S


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IV O s s U A R Y

V I N C O m p A T I B L E

fIRST BOYfRIEND

YOU LIVE IN MY HOUSE AND WE SHARE A TOILET SEAT

AND I AM NOT THE LEAST BIT DRAWN TO YOUR HEAT

THE COVERS IN DIVISIVE HEAPS

SCARED Of HOW LITTLE I CARE

ON THE NIGHTS YOU ROLL OVER AND INTROD UCE YOURSELf

NURSE THIS ERECTION BACK TO fULL HEALTH

ON THE NIGHTS YOU ROLL OVER AND INTROD UCE YOURSELf

I AM ELSEWHERE

fAILED YOUR MAIDEN VOYAGE

fAILED A MAIDEN VOYAGE

fATED ALL THE WHILE

YOU KNOW THAT THIS WAS NEVER YOUR HOME,

YOUR LIfE, YOUR HUSBAND, YOUR TIME



fATED ALL THE WHILE

YOU KNOW NO LOVE REMAINS

NO, NOT AT ALL,

NO, NOT IN EITHER ONE Of US

YOU DONT DO ANYTHING WITH YOUR LIfE

fASCINATING, TERRIBLE YOUR STUPID IDLING MIND

I COULD PROD YOUR HURT ALL NIGHT

OR RESIGN AND fIND

ANY OTHER STUPID THING TO DO WITH MY TIME

I WAS NEVER POETIC AND NEVER KIND

SCARED Of HOW LITTLE I CARE fOR YOU



I AM ELSEWHERE

ON THE NIGHTS YOU ROLL OVER AND INTRODU CE YOURSELf

NURSE THIS ERECTION BACK TO fULL HEALTH

ON THE NIGHTS YOU ROLL OVER AND INTRODU CE YOURSELf

I AM ELSEWHERE



fATED ALL THE WHILE.

YOU KNOW THAT THIS WAS NEVER YOUR HOME

YOUR LIfE, YOUR HUSBAND, YOUR TIME



fATED ALL THE WHILE

YOU KNOW NO LOVE REMAINS

NO, NOT AT ALL,

NO, NOT IN EITHER ONE Of US

WITH ALL MY DESPERATE SYMMETRY,

WITH ALL MY WHITE LIGHTS, AND STRAIGHT LINES

MY SKIN WILL STILL SAG

AT THE END Of MY LIfE

DEATH PIROUETTES THROUGH THE fLICKER Of THE WICK

AND MAKES YOU SICK

ONCE INTERRED, IN TURN TO TURN TO BONE

RIBS LIKE A HOUSE TO THE LORD


BUGS COME TO WORSHIP IN HORDES


fATE UNSEEN, KISS THE STONE

YOU HOPE THAT WHERE YOU ARE, THAT YOURE NOT ALONE

THEN I AWOKE

TO COIL AND SHIVER,

LIKE EEL OUT Of RIVER

LIKE THE GRAVE WAS MY OWN

OH fRAILTY

WHAT WORSE fATES COULD YOU POSSIBLY SHOW ME


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AND IT IS NOT A MATTER Of

If YOU LOVE ME

BUT IT IS ONLY A MATTER Of

MY fIX

YOU TAKE ME AND ILL TAKE YOU

IN THAT PIT, THERE, IN THE SMOKE

I CAN NEVER MAKE OUT YOUR fACE

OR AT LEAST I CANT REMEMBER IT

I HAVE NO EYES,

I HAVE NO LOVE,

I HAVE NO HOPE


If YOU MEAN IT


COME AND fUCK ME


If YOU LOVE IT


MY fIX

CANT SWALLOW AWAY THE PIT IN MY THROAT

THIS ISNT THE ADULTHOOD I THOUGHT I WROTE

AND I N EVER SEE YOUR fACE,

BUT I jUST MIGHT BE OKAY WITH THAT

I HAVE NO EYES,

I HAVE NO LOVE,

I HAVE NO HOPE

AND IT IS N OT A MATTER Of

If YOU MEAN IT


COME AND fUCK MEAND IT IS N OT A MATTER Of

If YOU LOVE ME


MY fIX

AND IT IS N OT A MATTER Of

If YOU MEAN IT


COME AND fUCK ME

PHAEDRA SHOT IT INTO THE

BACK Of THE NEWBORN AND

PHAEDRA LET IT fALL TO THE

EARTH LIKE THE BILLIONS

PHAEDRA, THIS APATHY

PHAEDRA SLIPPED INTO THE

GRUEL Of THE AVIANS

PHAEDRA LET IT ALL COME TO PASS


THE THOUGHT Of MO RTALITY DORMANT IN ME

PHAEDRA SLIPPED INTO THE

GRUEL Of THE AVIANS;

THOUGHT Of MORTALITY

DORMANT IN ME



I LET IT MEAN A LOT LESS, AND II LET MY VISION VIGNETTE, AND EYE

OLD HANDSOME DEATH,

HIS qUIET HOUSE, WHERES THERES NOTHING LEfT TO SEE

NO GOD

NO DAWN

NO NEED

THE THOUGHT Of M ORTALITY DORMANT IN ME

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PHAEDRA IT IS YOU THAT I

OWE ALL MY LACKLUSTER

THE THOUGHT Of DYING IS

DORMANT IN ME

PHAEDRA IT IS YOU THAT MADE ME

PHAEDRA IT IS YOU THAT MADE

ME WANT TO KILL MYSELf

PHAEDRA IT IS YOU THAT I

OWE ALL MY LACKLUSTER

PHAEDRA, THIS APATHY

PHAEDRA SLIPPED IT INTO THE

GRUEL Of THE AVIANS

PHAEDRA LET IT fALL TO THE

EARTH LIKE THE BILLIONS


OH, I LOVE YOU

AND I PRAY YOU fOUND YOUR RAYS

IT WAS MY PARTING LIE AND ID WRAPPED IT IN ALL THE BOWS

IT WAS MY PARTING LIE AND ID WRAPPED IT IN ALL THE BOWS

HEAVEN IS STILL ON THE WAY

BABY BE A LITTLE LESS AfRAID

YOUR SHAKING KEEPING ME AWAKE

HEAVEN IS STILL ON THE WAY

BABY BE A LITTLE LESS AfRAID

I PRAY YOU fOUND YOUR RAYS

BECAUSE HEAVEN IS A WAYS AWAY

OH, I LOVE YOU

AND I PRAY YOU fOUND YOUR RAYS

MY MEN CANNOT GET OUT Of BEING PULLED INTO THE EARTH

IVE BEEN DONE HERE, ONLY TIME KEEPS ME fROM THE DEMIURGE

MY SELf CANNOT GET OUT Of BEING PULLED INTO THE EARTH

WELL WE DO NEXT TO NOTHING, WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE SCOURGE

COME KILL ME

I SEEM SO BRITTLE

COME KILL ME

I SEE SO LITTLE

EVERY ANIMAL

COME KILL ME

I SEEM SO BRITTLE

COME KILL ME

I SEE SO LITTLE

IT WAS MY PARTING LIE, AND ID WRAPPED IT IN ALL THE BOWS

LODGED IN THE RECTAL WALL Of AGONY, HELL IS OUR ONLY HOME

THAT WAS MY PARTING LIE, AND ID WRAPPED IT IN ALL THE BOWS

LODGED IN THE RECTAL WALL Of AGONY, HELL IS OUR ONLY HOME

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BATHS IS WILL WIESENfELD.

AUXILIARY ENGINEERING BY MARIO LUNA.

VIOLIN BY EMILY CALL, TRACKS 1, 2, 3, 10.

GEORGI DIMITROV, TRACKS 1 & 3.

ANDY STUDER, TRACKS 1 & 3.

AMIR YAGHMAI, TRACKS 5 & 9.CELLO BY RYAN SATORU STUDER, TRACKS 1 & 3.

DRUMS BY LUKE SILAS, TRACK 9.

ART DIRECTION BY ALEX TAKACS.

DESIGN & TYPEfACE BY fOLDER.

MASTERED BY DADDY KEV AT COSMIC ZOO.

THANKS

jU DE , jO E, AN D jO HN WIE SEN fEL D fOR LET TIN G M E REC OR D IN TH E LIVI NG ROO M. RO B DU NC AN fOR

LETTING ME RECORD AT THE BLOOD ROOM. MARIO LUNA fOR LETTING ME RECORD IN HIS BEDROOM.

I APPRECIATE YOU ALL PUTTING UP WITH THE NOISE.

SHAUN KOPLOW AT ANTICON, jAY MOSS AT fLOWERBOOKING , LEEOR BROWN AND jULIAN SCH OEN AT

fRIENDS Of fRIENDS, HIRO AND AKI AT TUGBOAT RECORDS.

THIS RECORD WOULDNT HAVE BEEN POSSIBLE WITHOUT EVERY PIECE Of THE PUZZLE: MY fAMILY, MY

fRIENDS, EVERYONE CREDITED ON THE RECORD, ALL THE NEWER fRIENDS IVE MADE WHILE TOURING

AROUND THESE PAST fEW YEARS, AND ESPECIALLY ANYONE LISTENING / COMING OUT TO SHOWS YOUVE

ALLOWED ME TO HAVE CAREER DOING WHAT I LOVE. ITS A LUXURY I DONT TAKE fOR GRANTED.

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