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TerrorBull EP

by The RI

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1.
On your marks... Set your own genealogy and go Opine a starting line, scorched into the earth right from your toes Disregarding synapomorphies Self-awarding participation trophies Hurdles in bound, all too tall Napoleon sets the height for all Perched upon his own pretty pedestal Meant only to exist Shuffling your chips atop that plinth you call success One blind eye on your telescope of vanity to magnify the rest A personality so rich with insecurities Working to purchase an illusion of interesting And for your motivation Death brings appreciation For your participation Neck and neck, these clades of color start to blend From your tower That flat circle's start looks like it's end Steps of progress never come from rooted heels And a lack of imagination Meant only to exist Shuffling your chips atop that plinth you call success One blind eye on your telescope of vanity to magnify the rest And as that destiny manifests across the lens We'll still see your impotence A personality so rich with insecurities Working to purchase an illusion of interesting And for your motivation Death brings appreciation For your participation
2.
The sky The sky is killing me tonight The air is slowly tearing at my insides We waltz gracelessly together Til the winds rise up and blow me to the ground Now call me crazy, but I don't think we're quite cut out To go on lazily spinning around and around Pointless pioneering in a pinhole of the galaxy It seems that death may be our destiny We're gonna spin for the thrill and we'll dance to kill Dance to kill The ocean The ocean is bashing in my brains The running waters are kicking my teeth in We waltz gracelessly together Til the tides come up and drag me down Living saprobically, born only to feed Spin me to sleep Nourishing, I keep suckling endlessly You're a host to me Just keep spinning, this dance is brief Hold me close as I drag my feet If I fall, you're coming down with me We'll spin for the thrill and we'll dance to kill Dance to kill From the moon to the deepest roots, transient sparks in the dark Turning, yearning to be returning soon, this dance will fall apart Collapsing gracelessly together, until the sun comes up To burn it all down, return me to the ground Eyes transfixed, mouth agape The Mangata holds a bowling ball grip tight to my face Sinking closer still, with each exhale, I haven't a clue Just lost in your stark deep blues But if you kill me, I will kill you too Clung so tight to you I pierce your skin and watch the hot death as it spews I'm all consumed, and buried into you But if you kill me, I will kill you too If you kill me, I will kill you
3.
Through the darkness shines a light Frame of elegance piercing the night A fragrant kiss, as lights caress your endless curving silhouette Gentle words need not be said We speak in tongues we didn't know existed And could this beauty tame this beast in me Could this prisoner of poetry be finally set free Oh, help me To recollect my words before I speak Voice in the dark sings to the beating of my heart Feeling like a forgotten life spent apart And all the love given up to this point hasn't meant anything at all Your eyes, heavy cloudy white Extinguish the fire burning in mine Could this beauty tame this beast in me Could this prisoner of poetry be finally set free Oh, help me To recollect myself before it's we Could this beauty tame this beast in me Could this prisoner of poetry be finally set free It's time that we Recollect ourselves It's time to recollect every word It's time to recollect every piece Ever misplaced by you or me
4.
Beer Break 05:41

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Recorded at The Terrarium Recording Studio in February of 2020.
We had covid at the time and didn't even know.
Twas a different time.

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released November 14, 2021

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The RI Minneapolis, Minnesota

Prog-punk 3 piece. Influenced by the more wackadoo and tacky sides of life.
Call it Tackadoo. Whatever.

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