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Faced Out

by Faced Out

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1.
Ortho 04:54
I want the small of your back to be a place my hand can rest Finger prints paint pointless pictures through your knotted dress But I overthink everything, magnetizing my top row of teeth to the bottom whenever you're near me. I try to clench my jaw too tightly. I'm not usually a nervous person, at least I don't think I am, but you make me so self conscious that my tongue begins to take note of the imperfections in the permanent retainer behind my bottom row of teeth. You know, it's not as straight as it used to be.
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OHHHHH SHITTTTT Morning stirs the feet and hands a mist clings to the ground Muffling my Florida thoughts, clouding up our town We roll up all our sleeping bags and them them in their tubes Pack up all the tents and get back into the groove Morning stirs the feet and hands I wake up in your room A beam of light shines through your shutters, reach the bed I helped you move Roll over in the clean white sheets I hold your hand in mine Take in a deep a breath to ease my heartbeat, try and freeze time I don't want to leave your room in the morning to engage your mom in conversation I'd rather waste the day away with you, watching anime in sedation The ghost that haunts your bathroom, never scared me so much as the idea of existing away from you and your anxiety antidote The trunk of James' car closes with a clunk As we fill it with an assortment of all our camping stuff Time to drive down the road a bit to this St. Francois mountain trail Climb through the rooted path to where the scoured stone prevails
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Seance 04:29
Light all your candles oh Kate and Margaretta Mr. Splitfoot would like to perform his operetta Your eyes are too green as you drift in your stockings Spectral and slow, I've grown accustomed to knockings On my window at night or under the table Come over whenever, or at least when you're able To fill up my head with words just like blankets And wrap up my brain to try and explain it Just how you know that I want to hear it Sing in my ear and get so near it I want to feel your exhale flush on my eardrum Tell me you love me at least till we both cum Our tongues linger brief as you lay in my bed Lets hold a seance will you commune with the dead For me Cus when I'm in you, outside is Neptune When you're in my room's pulsating cocoon You channel this face that I want to live in I know its a mask but I want to pretend That its edges just blend into your forehead And we can dissolve into my bedspread With you I can reach homeostasis I want to feel this complete on a REGULAR BASIS SO CHANNEL THE GHOSTS OF ALL MY OLD LOVERS AND ILL KEEP GOING OUT AND BUYING THE RUBBERS THAT YOU SEEM TO LIKE, ENCIRCLED WITH RIBBING AND ILL NEVER TELL THE OTHERS IF YOU NEVER STOP FIBBING Your tongue lingers brief as we lay in your bed Lets hold a seance will you commune with the dead For me
5.
Snow 07:19
It's cold out in the snow My eyes linger on your taillights disappearing over the frown of a hill The red light morphing my soaking vision into a kaleidoscope until the glow is smothered by a curtain of white My mouth is slightly agape, still attempting to form the words I had been trying to get out for the last three minutes My body still feels like it's in the car in contrast to my stillness My ears throb with fleeting pain as numbness dopes their unsuspecting lobes into tranquility My teeth begin to chatter to the rhythm of a fork caught in the garbage disposal as I realize that I can't stay here The evergreens on either side of the road hold their breath with anticipation as I begin my contemplative march between them The moon is obscured by clouds rock climbing across the firmament, while the light pollution from the city diminishes most of the guidance their celestial climbing holds could otherwise offer me All is silent save the snow parting beneath my dampened shoes And the rattle coming from inside my mouth All is still save my shaking figure struggling along the shoulder of the road And the occasional frozen gust, rustling the branches and stabbing through my sweater riddling my heart will a million tiny holes for you to drip out of once I'm somewhere warm Far off radio towers seem to take notice Blinking their red eyes and staring indifferently Reminding me of what I said to you And just how alone I am because of it Our house is cold The lights are off I call out your name But know you're gone
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Final Nail 08:09
Your blue pools have walls too steep to climb out of There's not a ladder in sight This chlorine smell constricts all of my nose hairs Can you please look somewhere else for the night The floor here is sticky I want to go home Some guy saw that I had cigarettes Now the fucker won't leave me alone Tonight I'm getting lost in my camera roll again And every second scrapes past my rib cage as a part of a long metal pole I can feel it at the front of the movie theatre ripping tickets Watching the clock recede into an afternoon crafted hole I walk over to oasis on a folding table I open my mouth to pour another drink If you heard that my stomach got pumped tomorrow It triggers my reward system to wonder what you would think I sometimes imagine that you have this ability to see through my eyes and observe what I'm doing at any moment and I wonder what you would think of me within the context Like when I'm driving home late from work and the florescent glow of a fast food chain logo off an interstate exit illuminates a fresh burn mark on my wrist. It's comforting to imagine that you'd wonder how I got it and that would care Or when im rehearsing music from our first record. The same songs I'd play for you alone way back in junior year of high school about an archetype of a dysfunctional suburban high-school relationship I had to make because you didn't give me anything sad to write about I wonder if you would still like them as much as you did then I wonder if you would still worry that they're about you Sometimes I figure you wouldn't see much at all As I bury myself in my pillow at 8:00 PM on a Friday night Resigning myself to dissociate as I get smashed and pinned between the elephantine waves of distorted bass on a Microphones record You'd see my feet are unlit charcoal in my ankle socks You'd see every second scraping across my ribcage Pinning me to the bed I wonder if you would still worry about me Even though I'm not your responsibility Even though we rarely talk Even though I've had ample time to move on Even though everytime I interact with you, I have an out of body experience for three days You're woven into the tapestry of my life Into a section that's violet and warm You're woven into the tapestry of my life Though I think you've left it torn
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With the hilt of my magnifying glass I will seize the day With my emotions controlled and my inhibitions at bay From its lease a rapturous cleanse sears the ground charcoal black and burns away their sins She shackles me to the radiator because I failed to obey I stifle my screams from the heat conducting through the taught steal chain But now I am Helios I am Ra on this Sunniest of Sundays There's invaders in the garden mother They're crawling in the grass And digging tiny foxholes To engage us as we pass There's invaders in the garden mother They've laid siege to our grounds Enslaving all the aphids They move without a sound With this vinyl serpent in my hand I will seize the day With my dignity in tact and my worries far far away From its mouth I summon flood and turn the cracked ground to liquid mud With her razor blade nails she'd hold me underwater and say "I am the God to which you'll pray" But now I am Neptune I am Noah On this Lemonade stand Sunday There's invaders in the garden mother They're building tiny towns Disturbing the top soil by Polluting it with mounds There's invaders in the garden mother On the veranda they build Rome! Searching for Grandma's sugar cubes They grow closer to our home THERES INVADERS IN THE GARDEN MOTHERR THES ASRfjbdkvad. gas,vba
9.
Running 06:06
The bees in my chest Will not go to rest Hexagonal walls Heart is a honey soaked ball I feel their buzz in my breath (I) think they'll buzz me to death I need air in my lungs So I guess that I'll, guess that I'll, guess that I'll run I've got snow on my bones And crystal marrow Permafrosted to sheets No circulation to feet But I want to move So I have something to do And I love the sun So I think that I'll, think that I'll, think that I'll run I don't eat enough It effects how I fuck Skin grows tight to the bone Till' my ribs are exposed Feet are blistered and sore Friction I can endure Cus it shows everyone How much that I, much that I, much that I RUN Gaunt cheeks under eyes That watch for the flies Who brood around noon And lay eggs in my wounds I can try and explain it In my worn our Asics You can ask if I'm done But you know that I'll run...

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released March 10, 2023

Jasen-guitar, vox
Cameran-guitar
Jacob-drums
Olivia-Violin
Camden-keyboard
Levi-Trombone
Harry-Saxophone
Timothy G. Crimmins-bass

Cole Makuch- recording and mixing
Andy Shoemaker-mastering

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