XXX from XXX by Camera Shy x Magical Girl

brain dead I'm making a choice
caution the path is closed god's light of hope goes out without a choice
make the most of a bad situation living fragile in an egg shell
break neck speed as I read the common solution to the problem
writing lists it is no problem for me
oh for me
I am a dead horse you beat when the semen sprays you clean it up
clean it up, clean it up, clean it up. cling to the love, cling to the love, cling to the heart

servant of delusion your minor brain contusion
there's a simpler solution its called using the tools they gifted you
you are a fool, breathing heavy as you lay, bruised with grey and laced with hay
so speak, just speak. a cautious situation cause a shut down of the nation
so speak, just speak at me. brimming with the single hope that god will come down help me cope

so speak. at me. so speak at me. clean it up, clean it up, clean it up. cling to love, cling to love, cling to the heart.

X marks the spot where we dig to our graves.
X of the cross hanging above the lit grave.
X in our eyes after we overdose and die.

X marks the spot where the treasure lays.
X of the cross hanging on the witch neck.
X in my mind when I move from left to right.

Linger with the dead you have nothing left.

so speak, at me. carless in delusion I am a contusion festival.
so peek right back at me. the abyss is longing for the calm before the storm when all their wrongs are turned to rights back in the night a sheild wall spell cast over hell demons wishing me very well

so speak, just speak. linger within barrows as you break the twigs and arrows.
so speak, speak at me, locked on restitution they'll be harmful when your losing

so speak. at me. so speak at me. clean it up, clean it up, clean it up. cling to love, cling to love, cling to the heart.

X marks the spot where we dig to our graves.
X of the cross hanging above the lit grave.
X in our eyes after we overdose and die.

X marks the spot where the treasure lays.
X of the cross hanging on the witch neck.
X in my mind when I move from left to right.

Linger with the dead you have nothing left.

• Experimental
• avant-garde
• harsh noise
• noise
• noise wall
• outsider music
• Illinois