Postdrome

by Testökra

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03:33
2.
00:56
3.
02:24
4.
02:00

credits

released 06 May 2014

Thank you to Rat Bastard for recording us.

Thank you to Serena Dominguez for the artwork.

Thank you to Miami.

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Track Name: Showgirls
String me up, push me down, with all those clowns. I sit, and I watch, while you wait, crashing these gates. We're a carnival, to entertain these fools. I lay on my platter I'm no longer flattered I'll open my lungs just to give you a show.

Bless my soul.
Cute and droll.
I'm god damn sore.
I never wanted more.

I live for you
I exist inside of you
I live for you
I exist but nothing is true.

All mannequins displayed there in my sin. I can tell where they've been by their psychotic grins but I still lay down and hide while our two hells collide. They live on cloud nine, and they stole what was mine. While I clutch on thorned vines, desperate for my own spine, sit down watch my decline, these imposters that they've enshrined.

Bless my soul.
Cute and droll.
I'm god damn sore.
I never wanted more.

I live for you
I exist inside of you
I live for you
I exist but nothing is true.

My brain's in the crosshairs of your filth and your guilt. Cackle in my hiding place watching your fall from grace, am I the real basket case? Because I laugh with this straight face. I'm ascending all the time, always prime. Your anger is my crime, its turned me into a mime, but I know that I'm sublime and I know you're full of grime.
Track Name: Little Girl
You are such a fucking liar.
Track Name: Vultures
These vultures keep clouding my driveways but I can't get rid of them. They block the sun, so I hide under my torn, fucked-up cardigan. They keep getting closer as they swoop above both my shoulders. You don't want to see me at the height of my dark exposure.

I'm troubled. I'm troubled.

I hope that you can see both of the daggers coming from my black eyes. They're aimed at your brain, I know its just another clumsy disguise. I thought you carried half my hate, but the curtain is up and I can see your surprise. You don't want to see me on the eve of my sad demise.

I'm ruined. I'm ruined.
What have you done? What have you done?
Well look what you've done, look what you've done.