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Prayer Victim

by Teen Brigade

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1.
Delicate 01:52
I could hold your head Collapse So delicate I could stand alone Regret So delicate I could put down my phone Listen So delicate I could touch your skin Be born So delicate
2.
Sleeping in ribbons Gossip in graze Similar adherence To Korine and Pt 2 of Vowels If you call me from the Amtrak I’ll know it’s fucking around If there’s laughter in the background I will know who is the clown Or who the clown is If we’re being constructive Like a proclivity for bolding Titles, it’s scolding me now Or CD-Rs wrapped in Kleenex Lost somewhere on MySpace Romanticizing a place Where we conversed more But we never had the distaste Just something greater swarmed As the gold pillars remained blank Separately but quietly we drank And after all the years We’re both still around We’re both still in town Always disjointed My hands are disappointed You can dress it up However you like I stayed away from the Sparrow And open mics For fear of a sense of friendship The burden of my insolence Just my nature to disappear And bury myself In words and noise No one will ever hear I feel like I’m so much older now I know I must be older now I felt something slip away last year I thought of you when I was drunk From New York hotel room I’m not sure what floor I was on You understood my calms Jealousy overslept At Jimmy’s Corner an actor Mistook me for a stagehand Always disjointed My hands are disappointed When you played the man card I felt gross and undignified Betrayed by my own desire To see something in someone I guess I’m sorry I made you a sire But now that’s over and we’re older At least I think we’re older I hope we are
3.
Send good vibes You gotta ring those thumbs in Expert eyes Ready your lurid fingertips And hit reply Always standing up for something When no one else will You got a doctor bill You got a car wreck, won’t you? You got wishes unfulfilled You got loved one’s death, don’t you? You can reinvent your needs Based on intuition It bleeds Into us You can reinvent the wheel But it will turn somehow still It bleeds Into us Oh, I’m not a victim I’m just dull Respirate In your VR chemtrails Insinuate Lower your blood cells So hypnotized Even Biggie would be surprised By all the ways we deflate so easily It bleeds Into us
4.
Circling the bottle shop Entering and walking out I’m better than this I guess I’m not though Just a sip or just a taste Was a slip or was a waste Rationalizing Old Grand-Dad Spinning nights and weak ends Braising in spiraled ire and wine Salivating frequently into a paper cup The wounds won’t heal But the silence will A steady hand won’t last Creases in the crew case Spinning at The Spot most nights A view from the center of the world Is desolate and miniscule, why? Hours of being functional Really though what function am I? Felt so close Like the end of a half marathon Feigned a ghost Living in me It ceases In moderation A moderate view Of the crash It pleases The sensational Ignorance of the clasp He might make difference But of course I think don’t I’ll ever be fine Loosening every grip My hands are disappointed
5.
My brother wants some condition My brother, everything is fine The world is your oyster An aphrodisiac Just when you found your poise There was no money In spite of faded tattoos In piles of waste we found you Slipping up a ladder A fortunate son A fortunate son My brother wants some condition My brother, everything is fine The Chattanooga sun Beats down on you Like Megaman’s solar bullets But your continues are low Seeing Wolf Parade in L.A. Or AC in Miami for a long night Your living in sweat Of a cushioned mind A cushioned mind My brother wants some condition My brother, everything is fine Sleeping in the sleeper factory Won’t change, but I love you, bro
6.
Waking Up 02:16
Somebody wise Once told me to stay at home And maybe I should have listened Maybe I should have stayed But home is where the illness is Home is where the illness is You can kill yourself at home You can drink yourself to death alone So why? Go outside. Why? Even try. Because somebody once told me To stay home And there’s no better lie Than the illness I know The illness at home The idles of the ideas The cradle of the youth of us Splintered in the backyard We’re waking up
7.
Done to You 04:11
From Signal Mountain To the Hampton Inn There’s a sneaky step To a kneeling friend When you’re on your deathbed We can sit and watch Friends But I cannot call now I cannot send From the depths of sleep Paralyzed in Phoenix There’s a murky tale Of a wandering child There’s a Falcon and a Snowman Filed beneath the piles of wild Loose leaves and loam I’m sorry I’ll never know What was done to you From the handgun fights And lonely nights To the Pharmore video store There’s a distant haze I’m a second hand joy Sometimes maybe I think Something was done to me But I’ll never know I’m sorry I’ll never know What was done to you In the air of the undead Redeye Skyline Chili Sunday night There’s an eerie thought A picture in my mind How life can be So delicate
8.
The Witch 04:40
In the dark carwash I’m playing my childish games Two girls running away I asked them for their names They just turned and continued Down the endless tracks I sat in a white cleaning van Also thought about never coming back My dad was taking Whitey home As I sat in the back I thought about those tracks And about those girls And about some dark shit I sucked on a watermelon weed candy Before going to see The Witch The darkness, sounds, and whispers Made my heart race I thought I was going to fall asleep I barely made it to Chick-Fil-A The barbecue sauce reminded me Of the witches crushing up that baby The witches are coming for us

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released April 1, 2017

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