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If you couldn't pardon me
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
My error's plain to see
For that much it is true
For that much it is true
For that much it is true
And if you couldn't pardon me
The sun shall turn away
My heart will meet retirement
And freeze inside the shade
The blunders known and hid
Is burden I can't bear
Is burden I can't bear
Is burden I can't bear
I wonder if these sins
Are far beyond repair?
Are far beyond repair
Are far beyond repair
For if you couldn't pardon me
My life shall take repose
Salvation will be allegories
Of things that I don't know
I hope to find my feet
Upon your welcome mat
Upon your welcome mat
Upon your welcome mat
'Cause I cannot believe
I'm never coming back
I'm never coming back
I'm never coming back
And if you couldn't pardon me
Then I'll no longer press
But I don't know if I will ever
Find my place of rest
If you couldn't pardon me
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
I wouldn't know what to do
And if you couldn't pardon me
I wouldn't know what to do
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I see him coming again
I see him coming again
His lungs are filling with air
His finger’s starting to point
I seem him coming again
He’s coming up on time
He’s got a modern tongue
But it’s the same old eye
And it’s within reprise
He’s coming up on time
I do want you to know I see you clear
I do want you to know I know you’re here
I’ll remind you of old fear that you had ago
The whore is blowing a hymn
The whore is blowing him
I smell her stench in the wind
It spits a tax to suck in
The whore is stuck in a grin
I see him coming again
I see him coming again
And every time we win
He sticks the brick in our hand
And then we build it for him
I do want you to know I see you clear
I do want you to know I know you’re here
I’ll remind you of old fear that you had ago
I’ll remind you of your fear that begins to show
When you do this to my friends, that you had ago
I’ll remind you of old fear that begins to show
I’ll remind you of old fear
I do want you to know I see you clear
I do want you to know I know you’re here
I’ll remind you of old fear that you had ago
I’ll remind you of your fear that begins to show
When you do this to my friends, that you had ago
I’ll remind you of old fear that begins to show
I’ll remind you of old fear
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You forged down my signature
To sell soul my to pay the rent
I followed you along La Trobe
To see what else you tried to spend
And you cried, and you bit your lip
As you tried complicating it
But the demon wasn't paid
We did hide enough to pray
I'm that tired, I can see
The fabric of this plain in fray
While you set up your overlocker
Hem the sheet you caused to sway
But you froze when you tried to make
Some clothes from the veil
I implored you leave alone
So you wait 'til I'm not home
But the angels grounded long ago
Could use the pasture that you keep
I'm confined a cell in Pakenham
Terraforming hell within your reach
And you screamed as moscato heaved
And your spleen lost its quantity
And there was nothing I could do
'Cause you changed your number too
You woke up refreshed that morning
Unbeknownst o' night before
I waved to you in South Wharf
Only noticing your forehead's mark
And I puked, and I prayed for you
You rebuked, said 'away with you'
But I raved to clean your head
'Til some bishops shot me dead
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Cold reactions thaw, mischief has its way
With me for more, weary of the day
To orchestrate orgasms
In the nausea I feel plausible to turn
Me into a dead man
You into a straw man
Me into a yes man
You into a question
But you don’t ask no questions
No, you don’t ask no questions
You don’t ask no questions
Well you
Wooden-faced and damp, no one sees your tears
Behind those hands shading silent fears
I speak too soon, prune me of my wise
Disguising heals, likely to reveal
I declare secession
You expect compassion
I’m a nasty habit
Turn you to a fascist
But you don’t ask no questions
No, you don’t ask no questions
You don’t ask no questions
Well you
You don’t ask no questions
Well, you don’t ask no questions
You don’t ask no questions
Well you
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Myopia (acoustic demo)
04:48
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Frail, and elodian lonely again
So I’m holding them fondly in my head
And many o’ more in my crown
Warming meals oxidize
Menstruating as babies cry
And I’ll take you a lonely time
Where you’ll fall in a soothing denial
Nothing happens at all
She’s just older and soon
Oh, I’ll be her myopia
Genes, and but another mistake as a stain
But yeah what ever I don’t fucking care
So vacuum out all the fluids in my brain
And put my enemies back where they came
But that’s okay cause I’m only a kid
And I’m forgiven if I could forget
Freeze in another new sedative kiss
To medicate out what I’m left
Masturbating to hate myself
I’ll be cutting umbilical vows til my body returns to the ground
Nothing happens at all
She’s just older and soon
Oh, I’ll be her myopia
How can I be your wife?
When nothing ever happens in my life
How can I be your wife?
How can I be your wife?
Nothing happens at all
She’s just older and soon
Oh, I’ll be her myopia
Alright
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Photograph Fields (demo)
03:46
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Lend me your skin a jar when it peels
I’ll glue them together when a dream becomes real
I’ll surrender to you in these photograph fields
And I know I’m a kid with these training wheels
And I don’t want to wake up again
So we spat in the dirt, tried to plant some good will
The machine was still running but the system was still
I’ll reduce all that matters to a sacred heart pill
I believe in a something, a thing of some sum
And the sun don’t mean nothing but black
Amen
I’m a mister, a missus, a king and a turd
Tried to pick up my brain but it wasn’t my turn
You can strike me down but the kids’ll return
So I hope you remember to slip, slop, slap
‘Cause it won’t be so cool when you burn
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Unveil the impulse into designing me
Realigning your piety
In the things you collect of me
Make good before she knows
Make good before she knows
Make good before she knows
Make good before she knows
Unveil the impulse into designing me
Realigning your piety
In the things you collect of me
Make good before she knows
Make good before she knows
Make good before she knows
Make good before she knows
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Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?
Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment of pleasure
Can I believe the magic of your sighs
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
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The World With You
02:09
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Lonesome yourself
in this world you were given
So take my world with you
Sweetly subsides
By the enemy lines
So take my world with you
For my purpose is the one who would fail
Taunted by shadows that waltz on my trail
I didst my best now I leave you alone
Ensuring no dancers from whence that you go
Weary and weak
From the cloud that you hold
So take my dirt with you
Peeqly dissolving
Your alcohol walls
So take my dirt with you
Pave your path of unseen way
I’ll see you see it through
For my purpose is the one who would fail
Taunted by shadows that waltz on my trail
I didst my best now I leave you alone
Ensuring no dancers from whence that you go
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Before you invest my self-esteem
And announce between my ears that I am clean
I scribble in the dirt, decorated by your feet
‘I’m tired’
I cherish with righteous husbandry
That I’ve tasted in my life’s redundancy
Something sweeter than a rose parting the sea
Your life
Your life
Your life
Your life
My life
I caught you and breathed with you the air
You wandered up to Flinders Street from Federation Square
You told me that my health was on a high
And from that statement on I wished that I would fucking die
I couldn’t tell you in the gallery or underneath the clocks
For six years I did love you and for two more you’d be gone
And then I saw you seven days from then
I called you in December when the world was going to end
Your life
Your life
Your life
Your life
My life
And you
Will never take the seat I saved for you
Though someone’s in your chair, you know it’s true
I told her to sit there on a blue moon
But I can make it red if you assume
To love me in my death on a blood moon
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Don't it make you proud
It's the same thing gone 'round
To believe the grip
Is existence in a drip
Catch the strays
Throw 'em away
Free when I'm falling down
Head on sleeve
Sleep and release
From the clots of the soiled ground
Don't you mention mine
In a craze-strengthened mind
And in truth a sleuth
It has taken all the fruit
Catch the strays
Throw 'em away
Free when I'm falling down
Head on sleeve
Sleep and release
From the clots of the soiled ground
Donor mating life
In his grey, sterile wife
And it meanders me
Empty strain to breathe
Catch the strays
Throw 'em away
Free when I'm falling down
Head on sleeve
Sleep and release
From the clots of the soiled ground
Catch the strays
Throw 'em away
Free when I'm falling down
Head on sleeve
Sleep and release
From the clots of the soiled ground
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I use to delegate some chunks of life
To stale things and wasted whites
I took a chance and lost
This patience is vinegar in every way
It's vintage in the type of pain
That seems a little rude
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They suggest I busy up
To hide away the frown that I convey in knots
I’m plotting right away at last I’ve had enough
I wake up to the midday grey
I’d like to think the sun ain’t shut
It doesn’t need to play with me no more, we’re done
Too busy in my sleep to feel my skin went warm
Just to cool its touch again
Now that my tongue agrees
With my chest
The taste of this won’t ever beat
Light me up forever with
The myth of life
That I conceit
Everything has frozen in
It seems to me that everyone who’s ever sinned
Is better than my best day of behaviour since
I sabotaged your photographs
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Eulogy in pieces
By amber light
There is so much freedom
Where you killed your child
There are babies crawling
Milking as they cry
Where I will come to find you
Before the cease of life
Eulogy in pieces
All the while I die
And after I have frozen
She will come to mind
When I's melancholy
I was but fine
And now I find there's pieces
Left for me to climb
We be freezing sweetly
And soundly in denial
I believe there's cancer
Hanging from the vine
Eulogy in pieces
All the while I die
And after I have frozen
She will come to mind
Weeding from my time growth
I'm alien
See ourselves in crumbs
And dusty picture sin
Seeping through your halo
Swollen through the spring
And green and orchids tumbling
Through the ocean's in
Eulogy in pieces
All the while I die
And after I have frozen
She will come to mind
And so it goes infinity
By the dusk of my
And I will come back holding
Your nestled heart to mine
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Rosary (demo)
05:22
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Your rosary could fade
To lacking hues of Sunday in the row
Beneath the mural wall
Your playground girl is feeling well
Without you in her face
My laundry sang my sores
To fashion trends for babies born through wedlock
It will end in kids remembering it all
No bee-stings they could mend
I still smell petrol
My only petal
I still smell petrol
My only petal
Bore medicines to try
To clone her high and feelings that I had
And that were mine, impaired
Your playground girl exists again
Without you baring witness to her life
I still smell petrol
My only petal
I still smell petrol
My only petal
I still smell petrol
My only petal
And pieces of us stinking
The real of your reaping
Is fuming through the pictures
And that’s the real me
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Animal Pharma Melbourne, Australia
I am Animal Pharma.
Studio Albums:
Zygoat – 29
July 2014
Evergreen Civil War – 10 August 2014
Pantomeme – 11 October 2014
Light of a Hard – 28 March 2015
The Vuuz – 10 May 2015
Mazel – 1 November
Joseph Phase – 29 July 2018
... more
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