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• Artiste: GOBBLE GOBBLE
• Titre: Mountain of Flesh
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There's a pocket of flesh beneath your eyes Where you bury the fossils of your feist Acorns of amber and coal You tried to soak your skull in torpedoes of rain In hopes your fear would fasten to your black beret I'm thankful for these moments, even if they're meaningless There's a mountain of flesh between your thighs I would climb to the crest but the sun singed my eyes Some heights are just monuments to our finitude If you're a solipsist, well then, what am I? Don't bother baring your soul if your manners are awry The universe has rules and we follow them But keep an eye on your cat cause it's vanishing You've picked the pit of a well just to meditate If this all seems surreal, that's probably because it is There's a place in the woods we once both went Where the sun was shut out and the trees were bent You were empty, and I saw, so was I