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Room 207

by Cross Dragger

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1.
No Love 04:11
2.
Ether Nails 03:04
tuned in, wired vein. eyes glued, can’t refrain. self appointed, claim to fame. empty shallow remains. Generation. Generated. Generation. Activated. Generation. Generated. Generation. Outdated. plugging in, ether nails. writing woes, weaving tales. dirty secrets, juicy details. drooling mouths, boosting sales. Generation. Generated. Generation. Titillated. Generation. Generated. Generation. Outdated. Generation. Generated. Generation. Detonated. Generation. Generated. Generation. Outdated. we are craving, the aesthetic. slowly turning, synthetic. obsession, with the cosmetic. addicted to, digital anesthetic. Generation. Generated. Generation. Aggravated. Generation. Generated. Generation. Outdated. Generation. Generated. Generation. Suffocated. Generation. Generated. Generation. Outdated.
3.
The rain fell heavily, Beating down upon the canopy. Moths pounding against the lights, locked their agony. Paying up front for a place to stay, To escape this horrid day. Too much pain to take, Looking forward to locking myself away. At odds ends honestly, I can’t take nights like these. A room: dark abyss, No love, cursed by this. Constant impending doom, Another problem has come too soon, Past mistakes: I Exhume, Losing hope within another room. The stench of stale cigarettes, Lamp shade: smoke stained. Pin hole burns in the sheets, Left over from late night meets. What’s it like to feel free? Having access to a master key. Here I am all alone, Comforted by all i’ve ever known. At odds ends honestly, I can’t take nights like these. A room: dark abyss, No love, cursed by this. Constant impending doom, Another problem has come too soon, Past mistakes: I Exhume, Losing hope within another room. Somethings gotta give, Everything is a miss. Somethings gotta give, Can’t live my life like this. Another room: another abyss, I can’t live my life like this. Caustic thoughts: I exhume, My impending doom in another room.

about

White doves and paper cranes,
Are scattered all around.
Rotting, weightless, and burning on,
The battlegrounds.

There's no love.
Here.
Anymore.

broken glass and dented doors.

There's no love.
Here.
Anymore.

Callused hands with open sores.

Olive branches covered in thorns,
Are scattered all around.
Crinkled, decayed,
Burning and turning brown.

There's no love.
Here.
Anymore.

Torn photos and tattered decor.

There's no love.
Here.
Anymore.

Red eyes and tear stained floors.

There's no love.
Here.
Anymore.

Fits of rage and evened scores.

There's no love.
Here.
Anymore.

Just remnants of civil war.

There's no love.
Here.
Anymore.

credits

released August 20, 2019

written and recorded by Cross Dragger.

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Cross Dragger Providence, Rhode Island

The world is an awful place.I just wanted to make something beautiful for you to take.

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