song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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skinned clean by repetition, you hate this part
these pieces were created 300 years ago, during the years of 2023 and 2024
it was once thought that the collection consisted of just ten pieces
however, earlier this year a reel of film tape marked "iii. country song in reverse," on one side and
"daoboys sea world footage" on the other
was discovered in the occupied zone of mena, arkansas
we here at the museum of failure were lucky enough to have the artifact marked as historically important
and the reel was shipped across border checkpoints
having now seen the collection in its potential final form
we now know that these pieces weren't just created by man
but by heartbreak, anguish, frustration, infidelity, lust, addiction, divorce and suffering
one may imagine the head of a constantly changing beast
ripping open the author of these words with more and more blood
the head of a fox wearing the young writer's body to prop them up
whilst the second head of the pig snuffs out every word of regret
when i saw you in seattle, i was caught in a rat maze
i tried to pick a corner and call it home
and no rush of blood was enough
i know that you would never think to push me too, but here we are again we can push each other to hell and back
behind this no man's land, we will report
down on your knees, begging for sleep
painted like the old days
in a dig for what makes sense with
the search party games you play on the interns this summer
i'm gonna make sure your back breaks
writing lines for astronauts
you'll never know
a single thing about me
stand with me while say when. i said when
continuing the cycle
for incitement of sin
(the paralysis that i long for) knowing you're playing house
and if i make it west, if it takes all year
i have never rolled my eyes this far or this hard
i wouldn't pray against jonah's fate of being consumed
i'd just sink to the siphonophore and hope it grows into my viscera
