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Moon Mist
02:23
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Miss marry me, may I Mary Poppins your ecstasy?
Tripping off Marylin Mon-rows of women of my woes, miss marry me please.
Miss momentary, say I Mary Robinson your heart with glee?
Sipping from merry tea rose to eventually dispose, such as my taste fleets.
Do you miss me? Did you ever miss me?
Do you miss me? Did you ever miss me?
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Tropane
03:59
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Have you ever thought about not thinking about overthinking anything and everything all at once, overloaded by the constant dread of our existence?
Stuck in a lineup for your daily takeout drinking your bitter cocktail and spout about how substances got our society eroded while you cluelessly vex with consistence.
How vexing is your coexistence.
But I believe we’re all going to be okay drinking all of our problems away
Because see it makes us feel relaxed when our substances are all taxed.
But I believe we’re all going to be okay drinking all of our problems away
Because see it makes us feel relaxed when our substances are all taxed.
Have you wondered how a millionaire would attain feeling like a millionaire again?
Imagine your whole life sugar coated; some people use it to beat their condition.
I use it to hold myself back a little bit, now I can kick you on the fucking dick so hard it tears my tendon you bloated foot fetish fuck, so keep a distance. Keep a fucking distance buddy.
Hey, what’s that look for buddy? I look at you, you look at me, we’re on the same floor. Under full form.
It’s getting heavy, getting heavier, it’s getting heavy, getting heavy, getting heavy, down into my core. Release the storm.
Hey what’s that look for?! I look at you, you look at me,
We’re on the dance floor. Under full form. Full form.
It’s getting heavy, getting heavier, it’s getting heavy, getting heavy, getting heavy.
My jaw’s getting sore. Release the storm. Release the storm!
Hey what’s that look for?! I look at you, you look at me,
We’re on the dance floor. Under full form. Full form.
It’s getting heavy, getting heavier, it’s getting heavy, getting heavy, getting heavy
Hey what’s that look for?! Release the storm. Release the storm!
It’s getting heavy, getting heavier, it’s getting heavy, getting heavy, getting heavy.
Let me kick you for the score! Release the storm! Release the storm!
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Fuchsia Skies
05:42
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Fever Dreams
03:37
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We’ll be together forever.
Catching the ember, a fever.
Dream. Become alluded to the stream.
Life with whoever, endeavor
In seek of pleasure, receiver.
Take my hand lover, forever.
Forever, surrender to me. Surrender.
Take my hand lover, my lever.
Become my leisure, surrender.
Chaos and order, my ardor.
Thrown out of border, disorder.
You’re not my lover, my lever.
How you’re so clever, deceiver.
My heart’s so tender, dissever.
How you’re so clever, deceiver.
My heart’s so tender, dissever.
How you’re so clever, deceiver.
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Basilica
04:54
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Hollow and deep is the chasm of my thoughts as they bounce against steep walls,
Frantically pacing across these boundless cathedral halls we’ve built to reap.
Against the weeps we continuously ignore, aloud they yell in our faces
Echoing the same known folklore, leaving behind precious traces that are all too cheap.
She’s calling you; She’s calling you from within.
She’s calling you; She’s calling you from within.
Hollow and deep is the universe we’ve sought, reflecting our desperate calls
For truth, trying to tie the knots we sleuth, tightening the thrall as we fall asleep.
Our hollers ring deep as they keep pushing for an encore, nervously laughing at our basis
In this echo chamber we bore, reciting our stately cases that are yet to seep in.
This deafening cosmic din blistering under your skin,
She’s calling your name; she’s calling you from within.
As your attention grows thin hiding your pain with a grin,
She’s calling you; she’s calling you from within.
From our falseness to reclaim isolated open frame,
She’s calling your name; she’s calling you from within.
Lost and lonely, all the same once our home is set to flames.
She’s calling you; she’s calling you from within.
She’ll keep calling you, calling you from within.
She’ll keep calling you, calling you from within.
She’ll keep calling you, calling you from within.
She’ll keep calling you, calling you from within.
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6. |
Blissful Storm
04:07
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Cross Orchid Fredericton, New Brunswick
Cross Orchid is a music project originating from Fredericton, New Brunswick.
You'll find eclectic combinations of genres with a consistent emphasis on experimentation with electronic and alternative music.
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