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Orogeny of Failure

from Terminal Patience by The Voluptuals

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lyrics

I spend my days perched on a thousand psychic zombie corpses
Each one it bears my name and speaks to me in voices strangely
It takes a toll
(Don’t feed the trolls)
But it’s still a bridge worth crossing
And as for the crowd
I think I understand it now
Successive failures
To find a face in the din of this abortive existence
No hope to pillow the murmuring villainy of lunatic bastard warmth
Chalk fingers with a cave in your pocket
(Ecce Homo)
Nice artifact!
They wanna boil our blood til our ears are whistling
Already have
(‘What’s that’?)
‘Sorry, I wasn’t listening’
And wouldn’t it be nice if some secret agent could
Could actually get things together?
And we could end it religious like
All kneeling with the sky on fire
But the cinema lies
We’re all secret agents man
(That’s a fact)
Promethean Bonds
Vogue extraordinaires under helical contract
And we might be homuncular twinkies
And we might be glamorous vacants
And we might be terminally patient
The Angel’s Share of some epochal spirit
But there’s a view from a mountain of failure
Cardinal powers
Some kind of madness
Genetic orders from the future germ
The subjugation of time as a conscript

And don’t you know I’d love it if
If you could make the climb
And we could
Fuck the empire state of mind
And wouldn’t it be beautiful
If despite their fear magic
We could keep our straight jackets queer
No matter the depth of control
They can’t
They can’t police the beat in my soul
They can’t
They can’t police the beat in my soul…

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from Terminal Patience, released July 16, 2018

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