1. |
Imprints
04:36
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Staring at the sadness
In a slumping shadow
Hanging on a overtone
In embryo
It is derivative
Like ignorance
In licorice
I'm eating it
Fit 2 split
Fill it till
I'm spilling it
And drip, drop
Mouth, talk
Just filling in
A speaking sound
Mhhmm ahhaaaa
Dress a true decoy
Diffused in fright
Prescribed a way, a truth, a light
Ingrain people embedded
Engrave imprints
Faith is fed
Holy is the cookie cutter
Duplicated bathed in butter
The same old same old
Bag of bones
A wig upon a smiling skull
Fill a hole
Play a role
Strike a pose
From embryo
To puppet show
Clone this crown
All around the merry go round
An Automated Head Inflated
Spinning round (it spins) round &round (until it wont)
Spin so high
To Sleep so proud
Goodnight
Sleep tight
Arise
Just a speck among the crumbs
See the trash reflect the sun
Thy Will be done
As above
Is here
Below
High as
All Low
See the trash reflect the sun
Watch the dirt inherit Love
As eyes become sky
I cry
I cry
Blessed be a true decoy
Prescribed a way a truth a light
Holy is the cookie cutter
Duplicated Bathed in Butter
This is of a whispering wind
Guiding limbs dressed in skin
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2. |
Slice of Life
03:19
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Studded, slowing
Growing
Awaiting a burnt demise
Beep your goodbyes
Break your next kin
And sink your teeth in
A slice of your life
Better sharpen your knife
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3. |
Citizen Slope
04:01
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While the words rot your mouth
And your face is replaced
May the invisible people pity you
When your fading fantasy
Takes you out of body
May the angel flower deliver you
And as you reap what you sow
May you know, what you don't
While you offer passive plastic
Servants will feed you your own spit
You are a staircase to a ditch
Empty suits that lead feet off a cliff
While the words rot your mouth
And your face is replaced
May the invisible people pity you
When your fading fantasy
Takes you out of body
May the angel flower deliver you
While you offer passive plastic
Servants will feed you your own spit
You are a staircase to a ditch
Empty suits that lead feet off a cliff
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4. |
Prepaid Oxygen
05:06
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Think Tank
Regurgitate a trained Wave
Transmit my taste and
Hang chains in empty headspace
Spit mouthfuls of talk on a plate
Wear this costume, turn into you
Swelling in a shell with a static view
Relate to a gate, keep flesh in a frame
Fiddle with my fester wound
Expecting a cake
Preprogram a plague
A filter to
A fade
Can you plug a person in
Fit a chord inside some skin
To feel a connection with
This prepaid oxygen
Passing in the pits
Doing future flips
Axis blunt as ownership
Cast a hook
Reeling in
Looking looking looking
Through my lens
For a grip
Glimpse a glitch
Synching lips
With sightless eyes
Inherit lies
a prized disguise
Its a trained wave
A prepaid x ray
My default domain
Tame tame tame as my shame
Fluid as flake
Fluently afraid I
Transmit Static
Like maggots in traffic
Gravitating to a magnet
Passive panic frantic exits
Waiting on a casket
So can you plug a person in
Fit a chord inside some skin
To feel a connection with this
Prepaid oxygen
Just passing in the pits
Somersaulting future flips
Crawling out
A crack again
Synching lips
And nodding heads
Giving in to
Blow a kiss
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5. |
Clown Suit
06:05
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What kid?
It's over down yonder
Two aliens making love
This old tale begins and ends
With a sweet kiss
Nobody, anyone
Anybody, everyone
Wait a minute
There's someone watching
In a mirror, in the garden
The light is blinding
We'll never make it
A chandelier levitating
I'm oh my Goding
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6. |
Treading the mill
03:55
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A want to possess you
An obsession to belong to
Acting like a statue
In powers that deceive you
With a two tone face
On display in a case
Like Person Pet
Earth Object
Welcome walk into the net
Yes, are you happy yet
Piece by piece
Peeling in a dream
Check the status of a screen
Play an echo on repeat
An open
Close
Mechanical emotion
An unfelt feeling overflowing
Just going going through the motions
Like a puppet on a string
Waking up
From the sleep
And it rents me out
It rips me open
As life becomes a dream
Just a picture on your screen
The end is beginning
So come a come a come on
Come a come a
Come a come a come a come on
Come a come a
Come a come a
Come a come on
Come a come on
Come a come on
Come on in
What's it, what's it gonna be?
What's it, what's it gonna be?
When you can see
Without eyes
What's it what's it gonna
What's, what's it gonna be?
When you see
What's it, what's it gonna be?
Person-Pet
Earth-Object
Welcome walk into the net
Yes, are you happy yet?
Piece by piece
Peeling in a dream
And what's it gonna be?
When you can see
Without Eyes
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7. |
Sleeper
03:21
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Faithful wounds
Obey the noise
In function
Of the fright
A daylight reminder
Awaking the sleeper
In bodies of water
A shadow pleaser
Painting a picture
Servants of
The phantom wall
Fixed on
Veiled voids
Just a daylight reminder
Awaking the sleeper
As birds become feathers
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In touch, in sync
In bloom
In blink
In grooves, ingrains, in pains
In root
in waves
In dreams in days
In form
In phase
In light insight
Instinct open sign
Instinct open sign
Its a blossom bloom
In the glowing womb
Its a bright blue sky
In your open eyes
Knock knock knock knock on the door
Knock knock knock knock on the door
There is an open sign
Where the soul sees through the face
And bodies awake worthy
Where the moonbeams
Inhabit all hearts and
Matter was only a mode of transportation
And as the shadow bows
As all returns to the ground
I will ask myself
The power of what compels who?
In touch, in tune, in sync,
In bloom, In blink
In dreams, in days, in rays,
In form, in phase
In light insight
Instinct Open sign
Instinct Open sign
Its a blossom bloom
In a glowing womb
Its a bright blue sky
In your open eyes
Knock knock knock knock on the door
Knock knock knock knock on the door
In your open eyes
There is an open sign
Where flowers flow in
The river of your mind
Where the soul sees through the face
And bodies awake worthy in the waking dream
Where the moonbeams
Inhabit all hearts and
Matter was only a mode of transportation
And as the shadow bows
As all returns to the ground
I will ask myself
The power of what compels who?
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9. |
Opening the Door
02:48
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It Begins to End
Like Waves beyond A washed up War
A Feeling of the flowering Core
(Opening the door) (Opening)
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10. |
This is an Advertisement
03:05
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I am a scarecrow stuck
On your wooden Post
With fake news
For your trained hopes
My skeletons in closets speak
With broken mouths
Numb to the sound
They'll tell you what
You want to hear
As phantoms flood
Your eyes and ears
Until you disappear
This is an advertisement
Guided illness for your sleeping children
Years mirror, years mirror
Watered soot with broken skulls
From womb to tomb
In the flicker of a fly
Like a shutoff switch
In a reflex fit
To submit
You swallow noise
Following static
Because
I am a scarecrow
On your wooden post
With the fake news
For your trained hopes
My skeletons in closets speak
With broken mouths
Numb to the sound
They'll tell you what
You want to hear
As phantoms flood
Your eyes and ears
Until you disappear
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usr/friendly Olympia, Washington
Usr/friendly is the new iteration of Oketo – a creative collective consisting of longtime friends and creative partners
Steven DeLair, Bradley Clevinger, and Karlee Reiss.
Currently residing in Olympia, WA, usr/friendly continues to shape-shift as they live and work together communally and creatively.
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