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If you prick me do I not bleed insides come spilling out like weeds tangled, feral, noxious - still creating patterns that never will be replicated, try or not this tangled mess is all we've got Fatalism? Of course one may etch the outcome into clay limestone, talc cliffs, iron, rust all eventually turn to dust the end is the beginning  until it's the end all's not over til it's over my friend Slates can be cleared and cleaned with care all the instruments are there an honest day's work for an honest day's pay alas, honesty's not something you parlay not a trick for a parlour that you can play on me I know too much and Too much can i see The tapestry woven with threads of my soul tattered and tainted you took it all Painted a future that was always a fake such an impressionist talents on display isolate me, convince me i was crazy ever the saint tolerating my mayhem no matter how 'terrible' everything became you'd stick it out 'ride or die...
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Crown of Thorns

 Getting back into songwriting again, distinct artform from poetry and it took a minute to shift gears but I can't stop hearing the full arrangement my brain has constructed. Think early era electroclash Peaches mixed with Olivia Rodrigo. HAVE to load up the DAW this weekend for this one

(v1)

wear my guts like a crown of thorns

lash yourself to that cross

built from MY bones, MY suffering

your gains taken from MY loss


(v2)

somehow always weaponise my

most innocent of words

twist the truth so hard it screams

so loud you're all that's heard


(PC1)

first and forth as tragedy

how many times as farce


(C)

wear my guts like a crown of thorns

wear my guts like a crown of thorns

had your fill? motherfucker take some more

wear my guts like a crown of thorns


(V3)

like a master craftsman

you expertly ground me down

blessed was the chosen

on the lucky thirteenth round


(PC2)

the real you came real soon

and butchered up this past

I couldn't win from four weeks in

you had me stuck so fast


(C)

wear my guts like a crown of thorns

wear my guts like a crown of thorns

you never gave a fuck; nevermind more

wear my guts like a crown of thorns


(B)

I didn't fucking ask for this

I got no fucking say

my personhood; identity

you stripped it all away

Left me hollowed out unbalanced

Helpless to your gravity

A well so deep no light escapes

It crushes all it sees

faces, places, erases the traces

buried underneath the layers

of all the lies like poisoned cake

each loaded slice is just a fake

your version of the story, hah

so funny i forgot to laugh

a mirthless smile's what I'll wear

you'll know it when you see me there


(C with other alterations/layered in the background with rounding of PC1)

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