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Repeat
01:38
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I cannot change my face, cannot break my name, cannot pace this race, cannot baste these legs, cannot try to lose my place, try to space my brain, cannot hesitate, cannot waste these days, cannot make mistakes and then do them again, but I can make mistakes, yeah. I cannot make mistakes and then do them again, but I can mistakes, yeah. I cannot become, cannot consume dog vomit.
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Execution pt. 2
02:00
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A bucket of heads. Blood once fresh, now hardened on tarnished skin. Forehead to the floor. Nostrils filled with dried red shark scent. Two hours 'til potential gridlock death. The test; eight eight seven point five days from the rest/the resting of my head. New next steps into impending darkness. Black masks threaten ropes and sharpened steel ends to my neck, but they've already taken my head. Realize, neutralize, partialize, fortify.
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Self Portrait
01:41
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Bone collapse, touch dead skin, scaley lifeless body hinges. I am the ageless sights and interests: the boyish mind. I am the incomplete developmental oddity. I am the black depths of the sea. I am the clot of the deceased. I am the gap between trapeze, I am the lack of virginity. I am the brakes when slowing speeds, I am the branch with all its leaves. I am the core shot on your skis. I am the dust of grinding teeth, I am the milk from Medusa's teet. I am the pain of misplaced keys. I am the loss of mobility. I am the shame of stuttered speech. I am the hidden honesty.
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Our rigid flesh frozen stiff as our bones; We build our lives around blue crystal walls.
Pay attention: We've reached below zero, below thirty below.
Amputation: Cold wind blown into lungs and throat make crystal walls.
Complications: Snow on snow at thirty below make all reactions slow.
Send salutations: The wind blows and your body turns cold. Cold wind blown in your body turned cold. Cold wind blows and your body turns cold.
It comes as quick as an arctic breeze, chapped lips, chattering teeth, red needle point nerves on frost bitten cheeks, blood retreat: blue toes and fingerprints.
Please leave this place. Leave it unchanged. Leave the foundation under the snow the same. You may take the face, but you'll never have the heart. You'll never own the heart of this place.
And though love spikes when attacked, our power is laxed. Huddle close 'cause we have no control.
Our rigid flesh frozen stiff as our bones; We build our lives around blue crystal walls.
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'Til Death
02:26
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I've got nothing to do. I've got nowhere to go.
I've been defeated again; I've been shamed in my failures so I say, "I'm not at good at this. I'm not that good at that. I'm not that good at all."
I told myself my life's been plagued by goals that will never unfold; that I cannot compete so I should bury my feet.
But I know dreams don't come true when you choose to lose or refuse to pursuit because what's life without love? What's love without drive? What's drive without lows? What are lows without...
I told myself I'd never put back the brain that said I'll always come in last. i remind myself to think right when I'm forced to write life.
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Copy Cat
02:03
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They say that you reap what you sow. They say that you reap what your sow. They say that they know paths of gold. They say don't do what your told so do whatever they say, do whenever they say, do whatever they say. So I dug my own grave in a fog. I trained my brain like a dog. I lived in dirt, ate slop like a hog until I became used it. Until I cursed my blessings. My name was called, but I'd tied my hands. As time wept, skin dried and I can't forget I told myself I'd stand up tall and refuse to shiver despite of the weather and I'd never lose hope or do whatever they say, but I did and I didn't fight whenever they'd say, "Do whatever we say." When I stood alone in the rain, shivering frame, blood cold, I did whatever they'd say, I did whenever they'd say and my skin cracked open and showed my dry bones. Don't sow empty bones. Sow what will reap fields of gold, but if you must shiver alone, stab your ears, slash eyes blind.
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Stereo
02:57
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I woke up today with the devil in my lungs spitting his fire upwards. He spreads his wings, but with nowhere to fly he extends his horns through my collar bones and into my jaw, stomps his feet through my sides, clogs my mouth with his fits. I'm sorry to be bitter, but this biting from my neck from the beast has left me so tired. Strangled by bones, his presence subsides. I can taste his flesh and toxins, but whenever I think the end is in sight, he jumps out my heart and reclaims my life. I've spent hours, days, staying in place, complaining of this unholy ghost, I'm sorry that I let bitter beat me. The beast is discreet in view of a lifetime. I now see that the beast was not in me this week. He's been with death in families, I'm thankful this day I can't yet sing this song, but I can say that I probably will. God bless their souls.
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Oak Heart Toledo, Ohio
Bridging the Glass and Queen cities since 2011, Mark Gorey and Bryan Sespico have become the last two members of The Great Oak Heart. Blending raw speed with non-traditional song patterns and purpose driven lyrics, Oak Heart understands that life can get real and/or routine, but written expression and the joy of playing music with friends can make all the difference. ... more
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