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Veins Feel Strange

by Psychic Graveyard

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The first one died in a dreamlike fist fight I was seven The streets were bloody Another one died his liver popped like a balloon I was drunk too Our lives were blurry I got your blood-stained letters Why? Why? You know I'm terrified of candles I'm not going to your séance I'm not going to your séance I don't need any more dead friends And there was that girlfriend, that got hit by a meteorite I was heartbroken I smashed my telescope Why? Why? I'll always blame the atmosphere I'll always hate the unforgiving stars I'm not going to your séance I'm not going to your séance I don't need any more dead friends When I called for an ambulance, they sent a garbage truck
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Word Machine 04:29
Why does his word machine speak a cruel language? Every number, every letter feels so dangerous I am powerless against this stranger's voice Can you make us imaginary? Can you make us imaginary? Please invent us in someone else's psyche Where is the button to delete these static feelings? Your teardrops are flooding every hospital in Boston And I'm tired of trying to swim towards the sun Can you repair our circuitry? Can you repair our circuitry? Please rewire us for wild currents of beauty
3.
I am blacking out I am selling out I live a tacky life I give fake flowers to my wife And I want my face on that billboard I want a smile you can't afford And I want eyes like a wasteland I like my body as a drugstore I am cashing out I have an expensive mouth My teeth are stolen I give watering cans to my children And I want my face on that billboard I want a smile you can't afford And I want eyes like a wasteland I like my body as a drugstore And I want them to know, their parents are wilting I want them to know, their parents are wilting
4.
I'm obsessed with their internet videos I want to know who's wearing the creepy masks I want to know who's writing the soundtracks I confessed to what happened in Chicago I want to know who's enjoying my flashbacks I want to know who's playing the laugh track Every upload has a toy I owned as a kid And every ad that's sold, is keeping me sick I love their costumes But their bodies tell a familiar story But their bodies tell a familiar story
5.
What happened here? Cracks in the computer Blood on the calculator This was not an accident And here come the flies I feel him here Spit on the fax machine D.N.A of wide-eyed dreams Who am I trying to invent? And here come the flies Someone has been Someone has been Someone has been de-programmed And their archives And their past lives have been returned And here come the flies I believe in him I believe in what he writes But I look horrible under these fluorescent lights Someone has been Someone has been Someone has been de-programmed And their archives And their past lives have been returned
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I want to find you attractive But your parents are thieves I find it addictive And the cheapest way to grieve What do I taste like? What do I feel like? How do I look through the pollution of your breath? Your love is too possessive You're an insect that feeds I find you aggressive But the bite marks never bleed What do I taste like? What do I feel like? How do I look through the amusement of my stress? I see you as a crisis actor In the starring role of my disaster What does he taste like? What does he feel like? What will you do, to stage my fucking death?
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This is not the death that I wanted But it's the death that I got The bleeding started around Christmas And I was dead by March I tried to find God I wrote the New York Times I drank my friend's blood for the headlines I'll make a good-looking ghost This is not the death I wanted But it's the death that I got The bleeding started around Christmas And I was dead by March I picked out my ghost I wrote Thank You cards I want Central Park to be my graveyard
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Dosage 04:39
Look at that women in the white coat and the black pants I think her skull is splitting open See the black clouds forming around her See the paper airplanes flying in and out of her I ask the nurse Is 20 milligrams enough? It doesn't feel like the right dosage Now there's a head with white hair and green eyes I think a new woman is forming See the brushstrokes outlining her figure See the paintbrush reproducing my fake mother I'm feeling worse Is 20 milligrams enough? It doesn't feel like the right dosage
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There's an ocean of words at the bottom of your throat We're going to build a makeshift boat We're going to explore the waters of you There's a universe swirling in your eyes We're going to hijack a star We're going to orbit around the planet of you There's a roadmap printed on your hands We're going to steal a car We're going to drive around secret cities for you And I promise, we're gonna find you And I promise, we're gonna find you And I promise, we're gonna find you And I promise, we're gonna find you

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released September 10, 2021

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Psychic Graveyard San Diego, California

Psychic Graveyard is Eric Paul, Paul Vieira, Charles Ovett, and Nathan Joyner.

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