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thecontrollersphere

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1.
My creator appeared to me in the form of a black lion She checked my temperature to make sure I was ready It was 106.7, she preferred .8 but couldn't wait I rode her to the arena There she licked my foot to rehydrate Left me pleading on the dirt The ministers went silent, drank milk powders, spilt some on the aprons to begin the rites People slaughtered each other out of joy People murdered their pets Pissed on each other Masturbated in the front yards Vomitted in public fountains Gouged out the eyes of reptiles and mutilated fish Then prayed deeply and watched at their bodies transformed Rejoiced in the process There were rainbows everywhere, everywhere
2.
I discovered so much from my last trance Dogs running in black & white, Don't make me process that much information It's unforgivable Aging apocalyptic ecstasy, previous life laughter My background is such an affliction, My psychic told me My transients exploited vacant energy fields They are poisoning us from the skies Even this ghetto world that has nothing doesn't want me Clone tissue and the crow instabilities are lovely Its power on me is bloody breastfeeding horrid discovering instabilities They're killing us from the skies Even this ghetto world that has nothing doesn't want me
3.
Holiday Call 08:17
Is that you, my Lord Hands on my knee, my Lord Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord Asking me to leave with you My Lord I freaked at the festival, I'm almost sick again Our memories are sighed away All the tvs are stoned It's no construct for prayer Is that you, my Lord Hands on my knee, my Lord Fingers running up my sleeve, my Lord Asking me to leave with you My Lord I freaked at the festival, I'm almost sick again Our memories are found again All the telephones are stoned It's no construct for prayer Bitch you know it's got to bounce Don't lie to me, Charlize I hardly know you I know enough to stay away No row a boat for you Don't lie to me, Charlize I hardly know you I know enough to stay away No row a boat for you
4.
I saw her in the strangulation room She said "do you think your venom is strong enough to really work on me?" I think she just wants me on the temporary She said you're all fitness but is it just a paper love? And I kept you in my kiss almanac Ever since you dropped your stage name Re-emerged as viper fragment I've liked you so much more I've noticed things about you I never had before Now I want you on the kitchen table, public bathroom On the dirty floor shit, they're knocking down the door I've missed your encore I know she's kind of fug She's just my party drug I ain't all that fly my damn self I know she's kind of fug She's just my party Young pussy is a star How slick you are I've got to get my bust Before this planet turns to dust I mean she's the only flight I'm really on I know she's kind of fug She's just my party At least for tonight I know you were scared because I was your first secular lover And it didn't feel like we kind of healed each other We play depravation games I let you load the cartridge you were in your spring You hungered for everything But was I just a symbol? Something for you to escape to? All the things I made you do they will return to haunt you. But come on, let's not pout It was just an adventure At least I taught you how to stop living like such a mouse I know she's kind of fug…
5.
All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for Slave translator, tell me what it means Don't you hear depression in her brush, quite a rush All the nimble boys are girls for boys with no girls to come into Slave translator, soften my rage All the boys she loves are always underage Can't get away from it Self-paralysis Satanic ornaments that crumble our faith Rebirth / suicide, rebirth / suicide Esto perpetua Not that I care... Bring the plates like it's automatic It's so pathetic You apologize for him You won't face the portraits Honestly you rotted when it mattered Not that I care... I was only stabbing your heart Because I was trying to get your attention Change your direction Can't tolerate this blue vision Paranoia like it's talking to your mother All of the hatred, all of the vomit Is recorded Not that I care... All the nimble girls are boys for girls with no boys to throw up for Slave translator, I hate to ask Is the wind in that door still? All the little boys are girls for boys with no girls to come into Slave translator, I want you to hurt I'm cutting myself and I feel like dirt

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released April 26, 2011

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