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Vored
03:03
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I gave you my all and you still wanted more
I never intended to live with a vore
I am not your father
And I am no one's son
I am daughter to the lessons life has made for me
I am a mother to those who walk this path
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2. |
They're Killing Us
05:24
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Chaser blood on an aluminum bat
Left again to chew the fat
These white cis liberals aren't gonna do anything
I clutch my blade, search for my phone
I know it's best not to be alone
These republicans are trying to kill me
But I won't let them
They're killing us out here in the streets
They're killing us behind open doors
They're killing us out here in the streets
They're killing us behind open doors
They're killing us
They're killing us
They're killing us
And they're killing our friends
They're killing us
And they're killing our friends
It makes me fucking sick
I makes me sick to my goddamn stomach
I'm so fucking sick of this world
Am I clockable or glockable?
Is my music TikTokable?
Is my trans pussy cockable?
Are my trans feet sockable?
These headlines are mockable
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3. |
Sweet Rot
05:02
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Love seeps out of a wound like oil from a pig's stomach
Love seeps out of a room silent to bear a carcass
Sweet rot
Mixing cherry juice, blood and wine
I'm engulfed in an ecstatic bloodbath
An orgy of sensation
Fire nipping at my back
Love seeps out of a wound like oil from a pig's stomach
Love seeps out of a room silent to bear a carcass
Blood seeps out of my shoes to the grates in the floor
Sweet fucking rot
Paint me in hedonistic excess
And with piecemeal sentiment, love may be reborn
Blood from the foaming wound has filled our cup
I loved you
Dash me upon surfaces
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4. |
I Am a Mother
04:42
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Born from moss
I consume
Intrusive thoughts
From the room
I speak with Lucifer
Tell me where it hurts
Well I never had a mom that saw me for me
And now I'm a mother
I'll be your mother
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5. |
Effy's Song
06:00
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Slither into my domain
Melt away
And in time
We'll tessellate
Like acid rain
World's insane
Turn off your brain
We'll drift away
Under apartment skies
Heart beats in your rib cage
Penguin baby eyes
Soft grace
Cured from shame
Only so much time
In one refrain
To savor your name
Please come back home
Don't want to do this alone, but I will
This pain won't go away
But maybe we'll meet again some day
But maybe we'll meet again some day
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Moth Morgue San Francisco, California
Kill your masters, break stupid rules, eat your heart out
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