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from Mute by Catchers



Wake to the stomach weight and dead tongue of the night before,
Friend in friend, loveless and confused,
Emptying the scrotum into a blue, blue Sunday
Silence eats the head
Oh, I wish I could remain in our time,
Time, time ensnares the mind
Where are you, sleepyhead?

How your light shines on
Through which is born your only son
I am that one, or so they say
Sleepyhead, don’t ever wake

Poets and lunatics rise to break beneath a kiss
Chewing the bones of sleeping dreams,
Chasing ghosts with buzzing heads,
Heads shatter within our space
Time is a painful stretch into this
Where we're all crazed with thirst
Are you a vulture or a victim?

I do not exist at all
I am the spirit of this song
I breathe only when I'm sprung into this your only song


from Mute, released June 21, 2019


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