Shoebox Companion

by Lower Automation

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1.
03:00
Pale gods at your shore kissing corners, rebranding deserts. Cold pressure at your temples and your hips; I've brought shiny things like your own trophy skin. Just trust my cataracts, they'll overthrow your hollow heels. And dancing your engine burns - sewing up your hollow heels, your hallowed ground. Inebriated, the milk has shown straddling your lines. Blonde strands, quotidian, ambassadors define. Oh, my sweet colony standing on your toes. Lure your pillar knees, crumble on top of me - spread. We sweat the land, drain these virgin shores. With loosed belts at the signing over, shivering with boredom. With loosed belts at the signing over, staring down off the edge of a bridge. Stare down.
2.
Would you be the same if this grip starts to fade? When you're laid bare and north isn't so clear? Because there's a fever in the arctic circle, so I'll lock myself inside hunched over like an upside down cadaver. There's this constant howl ballooning at the mercy of these watchdogs announcing soma, prophetic infection. We're spinning in the mud. So let the northern lights disappear us. Backseat interim, this isn't what it was. Just breathing it in. Doctor, we've not got much time - this isn't what it was. Melting to a mold. Bankrupted. The courier's lost, outrunning frostbite. Their rations can't reach me anymore. Sweating by the junkyard fire. Watched the birches burning, ignited on their own. Felt the yellow surging in. I kept my doors closed. Backseat interim, this isn't what it was. Just breathing it in. Doctor, we've not got much time - this isn't what it was. Melting to a mold - and it won't separate. Would you be the same if this grip starts to fade? When you're laid bare and north isn't so clear? Because there's a fever in the arctic circle, so I'll lock us both inside hunched over like upside down cadavers. Hang like upside down cadavers.
3.
02:53
awayed engine aimed toward thieves tying knots pulling string taut backs turned through the mirror sweet talk apostle nestled on the schism denied without question the ties are unraveling the aftermath is fastening relayed to sprawl testing sinews at both ends we’re waiting out this parallax letterpress leaving a trail a dotted arrow pointed both ways yeah, you saw it god, I’m so ugly and pixelated phasing in this dated machine spacing dilettante tease it pull it apart invite inversions to these wooden heirlooms tornado mattress beyond repair
4.
I shouldn't have done that
5.
installed like a butterfly she's at home knitting three parachutes on her own green spots where the claim has been absorbed she's barely breathing down under his compulsive blanket throes I wanna hold your hand burn your new name in my land I wanna wear my head I can't see your hands underneath the table breathing and fanning arthritic grip just grinding bones just grinding bones I can't see your name under my umbrella breathing, exhausting arthritic grip but we stay here living in this double-barrel fear shoebox companion, pinching nerves I'm breaking down the path we'll tread to annex a threat that's forgotten she holds her breath like it's rotten and locks our door pretend our story isn't chambered stolen broken misnomered you can't believe we're under the gun's reprieve just grinding bones a man just wants a home
6.
03:05
Betamax magnet the screen warps with your pelvis in even tempered waves fermented lucid, pregnant dreams of holding hands with a cannibal reformat reach pressing and moaning they're in our insides and it tastes like propulsion their trails are knotting and knotting amounting to something they play with their hems ask if I'd like to sing along hey, leather insides I can't see past today toe the tine - throw oh, I'm swimming alone show me the antidote they keep telling us we want more and more but mother is calling us home our eyes recreate what they replay and I've seen things that your tendons could never replace they're in our insides yeah, I wanna sing along sing along toe the line and we'll wake up on whatever side

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released July 27, 2018

Bass - Brian
Drums - Matt
Guitar, Vocals, Electronics - Derek

Mixed and Engineered by Derek Allen
Mastered by Collin Jordan at Boiler Room Mastering
Cover art by DNL HRS www.dnlhrs.com

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Chicago math punk and noise

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