I Advanced, Masked

from by Those Darn Gnomes

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I advanced, masked
Dry your eyes like nobody did for me
Spit deposits, you asked for it
I'm a grown woman
I guess I invite this
So I have to allow this
Refuse my hold and tell me no
I know you won't

I rotate and spin
Spit in my mouth and call me daddy
Some kind of scarecrow playboy
Plump you up, analog dog toy

I've been trying
Trying to keep it just like before
The times we never even thought to speak
Got me

I'm cold
The cold comes in at once
And enters into me
I am too weak and too stupid
It comes at the worst of times, the times it is least welcome
When it is in me, nothing and no one can warm me
I need to stop the leaks before all the water runs out
But sleep is calling my name so seductively that I don't mind
Watching everything important go down the drain
I have always been a slow learner of painful lessons

Just too much
Just too much
I want to...
It's this 1 thing that's got me trippin
It's this 1 thing that caught me slippin
It's this 1 thing that caught me slippin

He still know what it's like
The hunt hasn't yet passed him by
The memory fades but the promise is forever
A twinkle in your eye...
Your body is a temple, your body is a rental
You stretch your arms and claw my face
A twinkle in your eye...
Your body is a temple, your body is a rental
You stretch your arms and claw my face
Believe it's this 1 thing you did

High heels walking to the car
Keys jingling, I see you, I see you

Bury your head under the sand
The holy ghost of vermin
Heart clip
Figure in the water, semen clotting
Figure in the water, semen clotting to paste down her throat
Her image deep bescumbered
My song goes high like a rifle crack, bang

And we don't know each other well
So what? I keep thinking to myself
Memories just keep ringing bells
Hear voices I don't want to understand
My car keys are jingling in my hand
My high heels are clicking towards your door

Maybe I just can't believe it
In this 1 thing you did
I can't deny, tired of trying
I can't deny, tired of trying
Open up the door, and just keep on seeing you
I'm hoping you can keep my secret

Owning a liquor store in these parts is almost godly on my behalf
I'm doing so because I provide the blood of life to the patrons of this fair city
Now tell me about, uh...
I'm going nowhere

When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit aching for the light
And when embracing the horizon it pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night
When the earth is turned into a gripping dungeon in which hope like a bat flutters blindly and bruises its timid wings and tender head against the walls and rotted ceilings
When the rain stretching down its long streaks of water imitates the bars of an enormous prison
And a silent throng of loathsome spiders come and weave their webs inside our brains
And suddenly, the bells swing angrily and hurl their hideous uproar into the sky like a band of wandering spirits who wail relentlessly
And long hearses without drums or music move in a slow procession through my soul
And defeated hope bursts into tears
And the fierce tyrant, Anguish, sets his black banner on my bowed head

We went into the Hollywood Museum and we learned about how all the makeup there became a thing
Even though it came from humble beginnings of grease paint and cake makeup
They had the costumes of the stars that made something of themselves
Governments from the bottom
Because I remember when I came out to prove myself and flap my wings, spread my wings

It's a nice suit, cowboy,
Polished and shined
And shoved deep in

The offspring of decay and the night
Blood spawned weird sisters
Their sire nutless
by the uneaten who brought his siblings to light
in a sea of vomit
Father time begat unwilling an earth mother
A maiden and a hag
They enter little into this tale

The curse of lesions
that they're laid with
works too well
I have leprosy's younger brother
growing everywhere
A garden state
I could do without

Thirteen black swords each
A noose remnant
The pelvis and legs reddened
The third the head
And a length of spine impaled up his rectum

The rocks keep getting larger
I welcome the coming rains
to dull the marred edges
and scarred face of the soil
where I dug

This that very Mab
That plaits the manes of horses in the night
In foul hairs,
which once untangled,
much misfortune bodes;
This is the lady loved,
when maids lie on their backs,
that presses them
and learns them first to bear
This is she


from The Zodiac, released November 25, 2016


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