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TERMINALLY YOUR ABORTED GHOST LYRICS
"Inanimately Soundless" (2006 EP)
1. Underbelly Lover
2. Trenchfoot
3. Minimalistic Objectivity
4. Mollusk
5. Inanimately Soundless
6. Eyeshadow Whore
7. Obelisk
8. Disingenuous Quotation
1. Underbelly Lover
Inflexible franchise of hand-parted pawns. Siamese submarines separated, stick onward from spooling bloom-attentuated scenery. Planetarily-plotted flowering headstones pour over grass-patched picnic tables, clothless and grey.
2. Trenchfoot
The blunted end, planted nail-head first, into prying mandibles of widow fingers. Bomb-built blisters blink in vast vats of immobilizing slugs. Removed from the top layers of chastised lung-linings, archetypal ancestral anvils.
3. Minimalistic Objectivity
A diabetic dance of grave digging daggers. Cadavers of list consulting lion keepers, drugged awake. Inspect pickled proximal, panic-traced timetables taught under top-heavy tiptoes. Bulging bilge of body types transferred onto tight knit tendrils of tendons. Those naked unfed sides hinge bare in over-exposed daughter-white skin.
4. Mollusk
Cross hands cadavered in white slack paper skin-sleds. Hoofs and heels smut-soaked in rubes of rum, remove laboratory sternum-to-spine saw split sections, still warm. Adhesive fault lines cheeck-cracked sober. Sit extremely composed in situated splatter. A confessional protracted evacuation of worms.
5. Inanimately Soundless
6. Eyeshadow Whore
Trowel-bent chop of cement plastered leather-bound silence. Cow-purged frame-raised perimeters of plastic, aghast in all, but placed in an awkward complacent decay. Inverted magnetic pattern-killings, lay love-laced within clit-clamped cocaine addiction. Which, even in its adolescent stages seemed formidable. Rope-swollen ankles black serpents; fix on bloated blonde sunken closet-corpses.
7. Obelisk
Side-chained, charred remnants run adjacent from suspended spark-spoiled pipelines. Shit-shaved steel fashioned probes crowd a gasoline geyser, belching terminal cancer clusters. Gratuitous intermittent gulping motions, collapse masks of suture tools and muscle. Gimp-slung green golden feet slathered in crude ocean-liner, oil-fired, body incineraries, re-incubate on empty.
8. Disingenuous Quotation
Pleas abated from ponderous biting of fingernails and toes. Arched backs, with ass-ends felching skywatd. Turn out tragic nooses to be held at banquet blanket burnings. Fasting, fangs fell upon delectably swollen, prick-pinned suicide attempts, and their counterparts evicted.
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