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Black Milk
03:38
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Foolish
You lost your win again
Tore off all your limbs in the process
Why do you do this?
Why do you do this to yourself?
You’re so bull headed
In this china shop
In this s-laughter house
You’re on the chopping block
Oh no it’s come
The blade that’s hungry for your neck
Is coming down
You can’t run from this blame
Coward
Do you see where you’re stepping?
Pour black milk into the pet bowl
Angel
Figures on the flour
To be grounded up
Falling from below
Oh no it’s come
The blade that’s hungry for your neck
Is coming down
You can’t run from this blame
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2. |
Dinosaur
03:55
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You are safe
From mother’s lightning bolts
And all the earthquakes and hurricanes
That I leave behind
I assure you
That everything’s alright
But you don’t me
To tell you that
There are rubies
Spilling out of all the holes
You gave to me
There are diamonds
That are stuck inside
Your eyes, your hair, your teeth
I’m scared of turning into
A dinosaur with nothing more
Than ending up
Like dust when I am dead
It’s so exciting
I think I’ll steal your warmth
And there before
Now i’ll be better of in the end
There is dust upon your clothes and on my bones
And you will clean it of
If you are bored
And you miss the gore
And you are bored
I’ll come back be your dinosaur
I’m scared of turning into
A dinosaur with nothing more
Than ending up
Like dust when I am dead
It’s so exciting
I think I’ll steal your warmth
And there before
Now i’ll be better of in the end
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3. |
Melting Pot
04:45
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Cradled in the arms of a broken mother
Chasing sheep again
To a wound up toy
Metal to metal
In a melting pot of god
Cradled in the cup and swallow whole
So I stand here waiting
Cement stuck between my toes
Oh it’s stealing the lens
Stapling eyes that close
Infant hands touching through the glass
Pebbles in the pockets of a drunken city
Garage bags tasting the tricks and rubble
Oceans are alive in this solitude
So I stand here waiting
Cement stuck between my toes
Oh it’s stealing the lens
Stapling eyes that close
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4. |
The Only Head That Works
04:05
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It’s easy
To get caught in a loop
Wondering if I’m important to you
Could be the red to your blue
Your absence
Is a drought on the grasslands
Oil spilled in the ocean
A crack on the moon
If only we weren’t strangers
If I wasn’t such a ghost
If I had the guts to tell you
Yours is the Only Head That works
you shine real bright
Like the neon lights
of old hotels
You stole a belt of stars as a crown
Like monsters,
we tear up the skyline
The towns folk run
As their buildings come crashing down
That’s when we aren’t strangers
If I wasn’t such a ghost
If I had the guts to tell you
Yours is the Only Head That works
It’s easy
To get caught in a loop
Wondering, stuttering
Think I got deja vu
Cause I feel like I’ve known you
Forever, as long as the sky n the sea are blue
I can’t place the moment
Feels like you stole it
There’s nothing on earth i’d trade you
To get it back
That’s when we aren’t strangers
If I wasn’t such a ghost
If I had the guts to tell you
Yours is the Only Head That works
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Moss Mothra Los Angeles, California
Moss Mothra is an LA found atomic three piece, collaboration between The Growling Son-HARUHI-and drummer Anton Iakukhin
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