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Lyrics by Zach Buck
Composition by Jesse Manou
Audio Samples: (Various from) Timothy Morton, Lil Wayne, and Prince talking.
lyrics
Incarnadine.
Fuck, apostle depots.
Frau-du-ya-flex.
Now at least you know.
The earth’s a leper colony.
Yep, the dirt’s a leper colony.
The blasted out shell of another broken tent
collapses again then collapses again.
Another day up at the top and on my tip toes.
Now at least you know.
The earth’s a leper colony.
Yep, the dirt’s a leper colony.
Funny girl,
just one question left.
Why are your teeth so bloody?
Will i descend?
Never, never, no never again.
Not when a lady’s present,
not such as yourself who sucks sucks so much blood!
‘cuz we’re feeling enamoured.
Legs locking together: the sign that we’re in love.
Enough. Enough,
Enough of America.
Girl, just one question left.
Why are your teeth so bloody?
yeah?
Miracles so the people put their wash out.
Cannibalism’s just a form of therapy.
That kind where you eat what you speak,
lizard face lactating next a carnal tree.
Oh my god, well--
Say bad liquor store, bad country club: fall in circles.
Bats of the sun will suck up all your blood.
Eat my celery sweetheart, touch my tentacle tongue.
their voices fuse, then echo through the second floor!
Hard not to see the buxom world
when it’s palpating, pupate
these bosses, photocopiers and dirty shag rugs,
and loss from the central knot
pupating seers and cloth,
reborn in the mama infernal.
A ha ha.
Peace and love livin.’
Monkey monkey sea.
Where peace and love live is
elsewhere, ain’t it?
According to my calculations.
Feral cats and cigarettes.
We all live in a dream.
Love is livin’ elsewhere, ain’t it?
And whose fault is that?
With just a tomb to energize your cults.
Funny girl, just one question left.
Yeah!
Bats!
Circulature!
My meat will taste unkind.
’cuz my blood is thin as ice,
and i had a ball at the end of your long long life!
‘cuz we’re feeling enamoured.
Legs locking together: the sign that we’re in love.
Enough. Enough,
Enough of America!
Girl, just one question left.
credits
from house.xct_,
released August 6, 2016
Zach Buck - Lyrics, Vocals
Jesse Manou - Electronic Percussion, Drums, Bass, Synth, Congas
Chris Ning - Vocals
Lucas Manou - Trombone
Nicole Cain - Additional Bass Guitar
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