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Under Your Expired Horns

from What Became Of His Backbone? EP by your casket or mine

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As the camera went click, in the darkness and I, began, to roll my sleeves up. As she teetered my groin, sent a bird to my loins at the peek of the cotton fabric. As my breath took a glitch my mind started to switch, in a relay of truth and craving. I squeezed tight in my grip, to the throne where I sit, perched in pleasures of understanding.

Unbeknown to us as I gaped at the ham of her hinds and licked my wicked lips. Like a predator priest prowling choir boy feast this duet is my sweet arrival. I dig sharp into trees messages about we, how embers will turn to ashes so. I search through my things pandemonium brings all delights into red around me.

Count up those things you can touch (that breathe)
Heartbeats forever ’til you squeeze all love (out of it)
Count up those things you can touch (that breathe)
Heartbeats forever ’til you squeeze all love (out of it)

And my scrawlings unique will take place as the pride of the house under your expired horns. The foretelling of tales and my face scratched with nails once belonging to you and your hands. Your demise wasn’t sweet you were swept off your feet far out weighed by a mass much greater than you . The hall way splashed in fears which will soon be removed and your memory erased forever.

And all that was left were four anxious souls their gaunt ghostly faces prayed for us to their god now. The naked flames hold got out of control their comatosed eyes reflected fire all around and the sick screams, of the sap escaping from the beams, it whistled like a siren in a dream

Count up those things you can touch (that breathe)
Heartbeats forever ’til you squeeze all love (out of it)
Count up those things you can touch (that breathe)
I’d never sell or tell or judge a friend like you’ve proven to

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from What Became Of His Backbone? EP, released September 5, 2017
Song by Your Casket or Mine?
Recorded in Autumn 2016 by Dave Curle at First Avenue Studios, Newcastle, UK

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Anti-fascist, trans ally, lefty, writer, vegan & gameshow host from Heaton, Newcastle. I do music.

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