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Await For his hands to warm my heart For his sounds to conquer Stark Lone Dark From afar
Agent Fresco, “Implosions”, A Long Time Listening.
And you don't have to speak a word—heard it in your heart. Beat skips a lot, if only for me.
Agent Fresco, “Silhouette Palette”, A Long Time Listening.
I’ll take a quiet life—a handshake of carbon monoxide. And, no alarms and no surprises.
Radiohead, “No Surprises”, OK Computer.
Rain down, rain down; come on, rain down on me... from a great height, from a great height.
Radiohead, “Paranoid Android”, OK Computer.
You can laugh your spineless laugh; we hope your rules and wisdom choke you. Now, we're one... in everlasting peace. We hope... that you choke... that you choke.
Radiohead, “Exit Music (For a Film)”, OK Computer.
But you return to me at night just when I think I may have fallen asleep; your face is up against mine, and I’m too terrified to speak.
The Antlers, “Epilogue”, Hospice.
Strange that you think you can fly—strapped to a stone in a blinked needle’s eye.
Rishloo, “River of Glass”, Feathergun.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion.
Schism, Tool (via psycho-delic-cunt)
I can’t explain you would not understand, This is not how I am.
Pink Floyd, Comfortably Numb (via music-and-quotes)
Oh, so many ways for me to show you how your savior has abandoned you.
A Perfect Circle, “Judith”, Mer de Noms.
Bleeding; it's how they found us. So responsive. Draining out across the floor. Seeping through the chasm—frail and wanting; needing nothing less than more.
Rishloo, “Alchemy Alice”, Eidolon.
I'd happily take all those bullets inside you and put them inside of myself.
The Antlers, “Atrophy”, Hospice.
Rishloo — Keyhole in the Sky