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Monster Movie Growing Up
05:58
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We were just meant to hang like bats
This room is a cave
The shades keep it black
This house is perch we've shared for 18 years
Despite the dripping pipes and the smell in here
We were just meant to hang like bats
Because our skin-tight skin
Is a glossy disgusting shellac
Like wendigos in the Northern cold
We spent our teenage years in the woods behold
The glorious tree fort and the deer skulls
The Axe can blowtorch versus frozen pools
Like wendigos in the Northern cold
Our youth is scars on trees from our rutting claws
We're on the wrong side
Of the caution tape
But I'll love you
Anyway
In the car in front of the hardware store
Five cans of paint in an anxiety storm
My tongue felt fat but I told the truth
I said "I don't know if I'm gay."
In the car in front of the hardware store
You said perfect words
You said them perfect ways
You said "I'm not sure, but maybe not being sure is the way."
On the night you said that you'd kill me
Every one had had some Bicardi
Your girlfriend and I drew back and forth
Flirty things, little monsters
On the night you said that you'd kill me
You put our drawings in your mouth and you swallowed them
Literally
We're on the wrong side
Of the caution tape
But I'll love you
Anyway
On the night you said that you'd kill me
The voice in your head wasn't a fantasy
It was a fucking sign that you were not okay
Creepy cracking sounds on a frozen lake
On the night you said that you'd kill me
You weren't a cool creature
You were a terrifying beast
On the night you said that you'd kill me
I got away you didn't see me leave
I ran all the way home and I blocked my door
With my guitar case and a 2 by 4
On the night you said that you'd kill me
I was so scared and it's the only time I've ever cried myself to sleep
We're on the wrong side
Of the caution tape
But I'll love you
Anyway
We were just meant to hang like bats
I still sleep near in the same room that
You threatened my life and it's totally fine
But you really would have killed me if I stayed that night
We were just meant to hang like bats
And despite it all we're still the monstrous brothers in black
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Eat one and half cigarettes
Picked from your front lawn
Flowers blooming nicotine
In the early evening
The dirt, the grit, the bitter
The bugs inside my sweater
Are using their legs to find my veins
And clicking their teeth to enter my skin
There's a coat made of ticks trying to find my heart
If I keep it on long enough they'll make me thin
I'm an ugly fat fairy
Eating trash heap toothpaste
The lypocytes won't touch me
The fat with shrivel sideways
And when they come to get me
Oh god when they arrest me
I'll eat my way from the back of their car
I'll comp through foam and I'll chew through bars
Because I'm the famine spirit you brought on yourself
Bulimia nervosa is your funeral spell
Eat a roofing tile
Pavement black and vile
You scale up to the roof scape
You crawl against the angles
You kick me like you mean it
You drag me by the ankles
And throw me in the oven on a Teen Vogue page
The edges bubble and pop like tape worm eggs
You gag on my burned body's plasticine taste
The need to purge swells but you break its waves
Eat a chocolate croissant
Taste the flaking dough
The guilt sparks in your skull cage
A scintillating fear state
Sloshing ballasts and stomachs
You swallow the fat with a flourish
And I get drowned by the weight of the food
I know you're not better because I'm still in you
But for some reason I can't leave your throat
If you threw up I'd be free
But I know you won't
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100% Final Formwolf
04:43
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There was a growling of teeth
And a gnashing of engines
My sister in the back seat sharpening weapons
The light fragments off the metal and onto her clothes
In a hail of holy dogfire
She burns across state lines
I missed her in a barely detectable noise
To be honest I didn’t believe her
When she said she was coming home
I learned to live with echoes of her on my phone
There once was a dude who sat on a platform
In the middle of a really violent lightning storm
HIs job was to watch the nuke that hung by his seat
I’ve always felt like that guy
She always felt like that nuke
I’m reading Twain in the rain she sways on the hooks
But those days are gone
At least that’s what I thought
While the president sweat beads
In a briefing about our love
Tally-like gashes
In ragged relief on the side of a van
The graveyard shifters
Hear my sister’s laugh therein
Rattlesnakes arranged in a circle to Gusion
Dog headed duke of the 40 legions
Cyanocephilitic prayers on my floor
The beauty that we built
Became like hoarders’ junk
A maze of hollow stuff that’s just in the way
But the dead snakes twitched today
I stood paralyzed in awe
Dead snakes shouldn’t move
And she was out there on the lawn
Newscasters awake
Pointing 32 cameras at the interchange
Anticipating the carnage
Like flinching slaughterhouse pigs
Celebration for villains like us
Is the kind of thing that makes humans throw up
Greasy blood and fat drips on a tarp
We’ll make art from the meat
We’ll make songs from the screams
No one bothers us because we
Terrify the police
X-rays bounce off fangs
My dentist stumbles away afraid
My laugh whistles past
32 new calcium blades
And when we finally go to sleep
On the first day she’s back and free
There’s a pile of us there on the floor
The last survivors of the first wolf war
And somebody’s tail is in my face
They keep wagging it in their sleep
They dream of a victory chant
That goes a little bit like this
Nail and tooth
The oldest weapons shapened anew
These are your tools go out and put them to use
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