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Rust
01:54
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Do you lie in bed counting all your sins
Sending misled prayers to rogue seraphim
Do you chew on your communion wafers
Just to spit them on the floor moments later
I'm driving 80 down the rough Florida roads
Driving towards I place I will never call home
I listened to how you begged to explode
And I remembered that song from a long time ago
Meet me after sunset when the moon hurts your skin
I'm on the third floor and I'll let you right on in
Still you can't fuck an angel- its against the law
And a kiss from you feels like a punch to the jaw
I'm looking at you and your rust-stained lips
And resigning myself to a life I can never fix
But if you walk with me past pillars of salt'
I can at least promise you that our deaths won't be your fault
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Incorrupt Waltz
02:21
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God prepares for no one
Each day's my first communion
Tell me my love, do my tears taste like wine?
Do they sting in the back of your throat?
Will you dry my bones to make a shrine?
When my body has become the dirt
Will I finally be out of time?
You better bow your head in prayer for me
Because my own neck is hanging
From the beads of a rosary
And I feel how the moonlight still stings
In the garden where I long to be
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Death By Flesh
01:04
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I'm falling in and out of love intensely
With someone who knows me so grotesquely
Every day I wake up and I start dreaming
Of the wine-dark ocean where I will stop swimming
Stripped of my skin, I shiver in the night
When he came with a knife I put up no fight
Bleeding out on the sidewalk, drawing my own chalk lines
I really should have looked at those lit up signs
But when an angel appeared outside my window
I knew damn well there was no where else to go
And as we both indulge in holy cannibalism
We're far too late to witness heroism
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Pink Nights
02:20
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Have you ever noticed how the sky turns pink
And glows so well after the sun has sunk away
With wisps of clouds still lingering along
We're left with one last gift at the close of the day
I've heard a secret passed around by birds
They all say that you scream in your sleep
But I've watched you in the night, you look so serene
Still I suppose such secrets are still hard to keep
Let's stay up all night, all through the pitiful night
We can sleep soundly in the morning
I'll try to remember the placement of the stars
And ignore each astrological warning
I'm crying next to you during asteroid impacts
I'm held by your corpse-like arms
We're all going to die at the end of the earth
But here I'll be safe from harm
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Cadaver Cable Florida
Formed in 2019, Cadaver Cable is the passion project of a Florida goth, and, sometimes, his friends. It's made up of 2am
compositions, phone voice memo recordings, twenty-dollar keyboards, sore hands, and desperation.
A friend of the band jokingly referred to its genre as "corpse-core." Another said "it has a very deranged haunted quality." The genres of the albums are not consistent at all.
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