My tears were running on the soccer pitch

For the guy his union chained from their fraternal precinct

With those lights

My own tool – such hypocrisy

Whisper regardless, “I commit tentative, it’s my fault I capitulate, always been unsteady”

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(Locked in the) fantasies fags sold me

I’ll never load their lofty fever dreams

Mmm never lively me

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Their narrative so cryptically engraved in customs to misguide me

That I’m bound to femininity

So, so indecisive he

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My tears were running on the soccer pitch

Recall a neutrality in antiques, so why’d I never live?

Shes ask why? Why do you even question shit?

I was always what I painted, erratic directed so now I’m sentenced so reclusive

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Fantasies they all sold me

I’ll never fulfil their fencing fever dreams

Mmm never timely me

Fantasies circumvent me but I’ll never be that feigning twink queen

Triumphantly I stagger, rich in melancholy

Such varying slopes of vanity

Equate, embed a tree-lined hierarchy

I mounted to find I was her sacrifice

Don’t know if I’ll ever contemplate matrimony

Now headlines don’t like this, but I’ve been my canyon and

If you wanna come heal with me

Know you’re just infatuated with the product of my vanity

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And don’t bother disguising ’cause even as a sacrifice

I man this treetop and I can see

Forcing maturing is your vanity

Just like anorexia is to me (woah anorexia)

But we’re in it together – me and the sorority

It’s like a catch-up line so I guess we could sing, “we’re humanised in Vanity”

Nah it’s kinda crazy how sometimes I need these masks for them to see a human in me

Human in me?

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AHHHHH

But that’s just the common course of vanity – right?

RIGHT??

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Grey since I was christened

Such a wonder I crave freedom

Now I’d reign the witch of vanity

Strike up myself every time I strike you

But in admiration revenue should lie my peace

Heal me

Broader Dermylveim

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Nullity concedes to fix bound to me

‘Xcept this lament enshrined chronology

But I yearn, oh I yearn for any commitment

To signal I’m beyond impediment

Braxon’s just an ephemeral guy but

I’m perpetually restless too, circle incessantly

Faith drought taints all paths to me

So I just tear my storm through Dermylveim

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Panorama beyond me (beyond me)

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I been back in my canyon

Horses like as heavy as my ideals

Cage the close to idle

And each reunion’s just a union oversight

So narrow recall highlights

Haven’t I done my time?

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And did I even have my time?

Prime?

Not even an obsolete one – he never reveled a genesis so

So why do I regret what never came?

Since forever ever’s been the same (as now)

Aura: dissatisfaction

I’ve only a narrow pallet yearn replication

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And these innate male trajectories are all that arouse me

Personally time to evacuate my nativity

Cause I just overwrite all of my childhood streets

Just wish the opulence was more than a dream

It’s like I’m motivated contrary

Should the admiration rouse my zeal

Is this vanity?

No parallel story – perhaps I had no potential

Only a potential to build systems and acrimony

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These retreats with Hugh accentuate all of my vacuities

And how far I’ve strayed – cite the girls defamities

Dehumanising to the point I question whether I’m human myself

A torching every time I share him any sympathy

Hold a fine line between between planets I can’t handle weight anymore

So just send it upstream

And send the arena alongstream

To follow me

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The way it’s unnatural to hide – send it upstream

The way I was never a child – send it upstream

For me to deal, year and year once I make it to Mercoli

Down on this mind, so we churn, churn this river, churn around my destiny

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And Braxon, our mutual vice, send it upstream

The way it hurts too much to die – send it upstream

So restless I get bored of the characters i play

Known since i was 11 – wrote about the masks in my first EP

But that’s just my mind

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To Aleksejs – such a friend we’d terrorise – send it upstream

And Vaeiroe – been bitter so long I wonder why – send it upstream

But Heigremont – tightening the crease in my mind

Deadly lifelong incline

Instinct to take my life – I’ll survive the stream

Drown them in the stream then I’ll be fine

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But Mum I know that’s not what you’d want me to say

And Voeixa – I still remember those sweet yellow days, and it mauls me that we diverged that way

But [?], I didn’t mean to make you cry

Just needed a brace then to keep me alive

You kept me alive

Now I’ve no channel to send back this high

How high?

Mercoli river don’t stop churning

Heal me

Hold my veins and let me be me

[Recorded with my Zai/Grandma]

Oh, Braxon

You really hold my retention

As you disten my destination

But you’re a true friend, no question

Not a soul but as an accolade in my compendium

Each trophied creature a reflection

It’s all disposable, so the prospects lessen

But I’ve a future, no question

So Braxon, I’ll quieten

Childhood friends know me again

Haven’t seen you since you renounced my name

So let’s fuck away the refrain

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Bridge the sprawl out West, determine this career’s false glamour

Glamourise myself, my humanity

Forfeit dignity and enchant the train line

Guess this really is my time

Roving lifeline by lifeline

It seems so real

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So Braxon, save me a stall that we can choke in

Posterior ways hoping that I’ve a future no defect in

And I’ll wait outside, you’re booked back to back

She’ll be your fucking parade pageant and I’ll just return to the station and

Set a fucking pitchfork wall up Gellibrand

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The way you wear so salacious, then I’m jaded and to you, exploitable

Soulless so we diminish our principles and your poor girl, your poor girl, your poor girl

Devon, bar this train on lockdown

I’m just here to flee this city

Savour the countdown, cause I’m your martyr

Braxxy just fuck me

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Oh, Braxon

You really grasp so hard retention

As you disten my destination

But you’re a true friend no question

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And you’re an old friend

And you’re some shrine that I’ll always phase through

And you’re a spiral down to every other clone of you

It’s hyperhuman

Cause every philanthropic vice blares the same window upto such effortless normalcy

But I’m your safety pin cause you can’t resist my bewitchery

So satisfactory

But I’m not because I’m a man too and this is not my lineage

I’m fucking over my whole lineage with each new colour of train

New laneways

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It’s grown so fucking cold Braxon

Extrapolate my soul Braxon

Been an asset for so long but (bro)

I forgot who I even write for anymore

I linger lust for this lushness

Lavish in green uncertainty

A respiring elm labyrinth cascades, dome so domestically

Well, I know I could never hibernate in such peace

It’s like something wants to be lost in me

There’s just too much stake in discovery – so much magic out there

But this world estate is my home and if you think about it

Isn’t home worth holding on?

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Sky rays unwavering like the river glaze

Been long streaks of tumultuous days but this home’s worth holding on

And the Dermyl-Vorbis peaks eternally call me

Would they conscientiously hold me?

Would these canyons cushion my cascade?

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I doubt I’d ever reach that deep

When streaks of purple gleam at me

Ripples of those tulips intertwine across DP

But the slopes of Heamenfelle allure in their softness to landslide, thundering down so

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Cast a wist back to Oscattia

Zealous waves of green seep somber as the vibrance past drifts further but

The memories – somewhere down there they sustain in me

So I hold on cause isn’t home worth holding on?

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Skeletons like me tumble and wreathe through these bloodless Caladan plains

Elevate nightly to haunt in the sky

Maybe then they’ll see, yearn to have remained

Cause even through this Whitehorse, bigwig gridwork

A home is why

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Plateauing curling corridors twirl back to big Lezenvia

Where pale apex after apex rebound the flickers, where I’m only human as the pictures

Dive through vast legacies back to the perturbed vines of Tuervolgna

And reach for the Boneo side, swamp basins just so whimsical in their mystery

And that one hill still matches the pictures, so I hold on like I’m home

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The coast tides tug me back to Favriella

Pine peaks like spears to the clouds

& I wonder will I ever make it home?

Cause these trails in my mind seem to spiral and

I can’t really tell which ones are safe anymore

And if it’ll ever be worth holding on

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I wish to be forgotten like Shacklewood

I wish to have the beauty of my tranquillity drowned out by the cacophony of the world

I wish to be forgotten like Endelleira

My lushness, my inherent scene, my body fade into the adjacent solace

And Colechaws is so forgotten at the centre of it all

What a martyr

What a muse

When I think about it more, we will be forgotten

I don’t like that

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Maple Dormley, you’ve heard the worst of me

And I’d concur if been repulsed

But your linear veins, wreathed in foliage dense I’m immersed so evidently

Your residue is the pillar of my genesis so old

Just like the mountains east of high life

Like Highwheim’s my young mind

Like Oronetta prints a golden tone over heritage lines

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And there’s some new life out West among feverish greys

Jarring shipping cranes, never been so in love with something so arcane but

Ange is so sick of me dragging her there so

Maybe I’m just deluded cause I know that’s not my home

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I withdraw back to our waters

Devon Princessa never flounders the folklore of its legend

But something just feels cold (cold, cold, cold… it’s all gone cold)

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For a moment I thought that surroundings suspended

Frozen state just emulated by life so slow

So, so slow with it’s briskness too easy to process

Dormant haze stalks me down to Devon’s old lust plains now cold to my fingertips

And I’m so in touch with everyone

The touches equate, wear and unadhere

Each valley dip’s a choir node – here I think I know what love is

Least I can spare – suspect this canyon loves me

*features ideally from Bjork & Lana Del Rey

Never met my whole family – they’re but a legend of the village

Zai says she feels her mum Kuria pass in the atmosphere every now and then

But no morale speaks to me

Maybe its cause I chase a different legacy

Confined to grandiosity

When does it resolve

What a question

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Then mum used to tell me her history too

What a lineage to live up to

Bikes lacing wasteland and liberty

Always wondered how free a legacy by bloodstream (how free, undermine me)

Those stories were so routine when I was young but I feel bounds as they branch down

As this life pans out, Devon grows more me

What a legacy

Such literacy rooted in me

Reads like one of those bible phrases

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His last monologue

If it were to be so ordinary

Would that be the fairest of the legacy?

For that glimpse I’d have to massacre the world of me

I’m told massacre that part of me cause

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Imagine if you’d found me buried under that mountain that day

For all my mind cares is would I’ve held a legacy?

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What a question

Why wouldn’t they save me?

What a question

And I’ll never sing again

And I’ll never envision

And it withers me that I’d have never had children

Will I?

What a question

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Oh, Devon

I’d weave my footprint into each canyon fold

Scream my scripts from the Northern vistas, to each bulge and I’d

Permeate my living framework into every gaping grey

And what a headline – I’m that legacy act again

Is it vain to throw the toil away?

What a question

So I’ll ask Devon

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Don’t make me question my selflessness for leaving my legacy

I don’t donate out of vanity and

Mhmm abide a notion bane of symmetry

Such a powerhouse unpalatable is a debt so high so

I mark my holidays as labour time

Pray to my mind

That someday someone will see my legacy

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What an ambition

Cause I wouldn’t have saved me

What a reflection

Does self-destruction fall in infamy?

What a question

Do they detest to motivate me?


What a question

I’m so minute and so momentous

What volatility

So volatile a legacy

But I still paint those worlds out there

Aquire the Entropy so

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Suppose I’m golden, I’m philanthropy

And I’m the sky

And I’m the Vorbis peaks

And I’m that witchy flickering candlelight in that forest – an Heirloom that’s my legacy

I’m the remedy

Hold it when you worship me

If you’re wanting to realign, realign

Turn to my nacensy

Solitary genesis

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

Don’t label me astray just because I ran to the fields to avoid my name

Even Ange says that – so guess my home’s shifting

Well now I have one light

It doesn’t strobe

Now I’ve a restored hope

(My hope) she’s green and hopefully more human

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Cause I’m done with the greys

With my podium forced out onto the stage afar

Relative to my farmland, it’s yards glorious, inviting

Build on blind eyes – my saviour

Foundation to my protopian heart

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Try find me mid-McIntire Lane

Come leech my minor fame

Cause I outdate superficiality

Reverted back to that mentality

Now if you respired the air enwreathing me

Maybe you’d fall off the gridwork – I’m not your financial asset

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Cause I’ve grown out of the greys

Of the urban sprawl it’s monotony prying far

Tryna pierce through my wonderland, all their cameras

Flickering and uninviting

And thinking about it this canyon sprawl metaphor kinda makes me the sprawl

But I love this canyon so

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Forward I flee to Yarck

Euphoria fleets, each shot I pass but

Forward I flee to Yarck

Cause your penitentiary is erupting now

Forward I flee to Yarck

I’m not old enough for the dark

So that’s why

Forward I flee to Yarck

Then maybe West-bound if that’s my path

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Cause my clout is less and healing is my vision

Cause my clout is less and healing is my vision

*features ideally from Stevie Nicks & Mason Ramsay