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The Gospel According to Spiders

by Hollow-Eyed

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1.
It looks like water It smells like rain There's a feeling in the air like cities melting in my veins As sons and daughters turn into sludge so wrap them in a blanket like seeds drowning in the mud i don't wanna wake up you don't want to go outside let's pretend to make up fill ourselves with existential dread for the time being we wont last long anyway tell me if this feels like a home
2.
Somebody's ghost has been scratchin an itch i've been dying to reach but my fingers wont grow to feel the pain, i know where it is I've come to accept when my head's above ground I can siphon the water I needed to drown The seer sees They know when death's near Hold the needle out I found the web that caught Curse the thread that sows I ate the web I wove
3.
bullets in my mouth swallow; an upset stomach wishes, sparks, and broken bridge figment of my mind aflutter spider legs and fairy tales, couldn't wait to meet again scorpions, dogs, and snakes, something venomous to cure this someone call the police my blood is screaming in my brain in silence in pain my heart is tensing now like spiders, like rain i'm panicking in riot bullets in my mouth swallow; an upset stomach wishes, sparks, and broken bridge figment of my mind aflutter spider legs and fairy tales, couldn't wait to meet again scorpions, rash mistakes, something venomous to kill this someone call the police my blood is screaming in my brain in silence in pain my heart is tensing now like spiders, like rain i'm panicking in riot someone peg me deceased the bees are gnawing at my skull my mind is leaking out my nose my veins are twisting round my throat like spiders, like rain i'm panicking in riot i cannot control this i have somehow wrapped myself i live in a heart attack cocoon
4.
pull the blanket over both my eyes i couldn't bleed with dust even if i tried all eyes on the wish retraction tree hanging bones with spools of thread woven from dreams we never got to taste for tongues taste ash for want of air sleeping off the sense i get from falling under these spells of dreams that never seem to grow stealing eyes with thoughts of wish retraction the sinew of these hopes undone pull the blanket over both my eyes i couldn't bleed with dust even if i tried i painting skulls with iris covered blinds that see the bones i hang from limbs of fox claws, messes, and sleep spun with the seeds of wish retraction sleeping off the sense i get from falling under these spells of dreams that never seem to grow stealing eyes with thoughts of wish retraction the sinew of these hopes undone
5.
tell me when to wake up then maybe i'll go outside chided by our feelings walking in and out of every wistful thought and texture leaves and roads and skin on skin i think i'll put off wasting away i think i'm sinking into a grin i think i meant those words that i sang i think i found something like a home no time to wake up no time to go outside just length to wander wondering if we'll still breath the same air that we started lost and found and lost again come in i left open the door
6.
BOSS DOT 02:46
Gouge out my eyes and replace them with sand so the grains of my sight come and rain on my hands I can't see like the fates a cycle of waste see like the fates a cycle of waste Fractured; waking feels like dreaming out of key again Shattered bones to dust these broken eyelids A muse to keep me thinking about the sun again Take these bones, remind me that I'm home Just about every time that I think I've found the root of these cyclical sicknesses my eyelashes start to fall out and it's like a chain of wishes but they're soaked in formaldehyde. I've been falling off a ladder a couple time a week but one of these days, the floor and I are gonna meet Fractured; waking feels like dreaming out of key again Shattered bones to dust these broken eyelids A muse to keep me thinking about the sun again Take these bones, remind me that I'm home Anxious to tie the wrist of a dream
7.
i left my bones on the side of the road next to garbaged picked treasures and a canteen of thoughts i wrote letters to the ones that i loved put them underneath soil and with water hoped that my words would grow into something more graceful than me than maybe i would grow into something more graceful than me that snake from your throught it takes more than just stitches to fix that thing up with a noose and some luck will hang these words from the rafters, wipe the salt from our tongues
8.
Dog 03:25
the joints of our lungs stuck to tongue and to teeth sunk in honey and sugar dissolve and release trudge through mud to the couch there's the tv remote float through the channels to hear my blood clot and that's not the worst sickening verses a swamp laden hurse a breezeless day a sheet sweat night now i rest just to feel my legs snap the scorch of the sun the heat of being alive molasses, the sun the sun the sun! turn on the air and waste away wires like tendons muscles like gum gum on my nose and gum in my throat sugar to block the air that feeds me like ropes to the neck like my back the slouches in life in death all day the sweat stains our eyes the couch in my home the sweat in my eyes the ash on the floor the blood in my cum the dust in my throat the ache in my feet the leftover crumbs the dog in the sun dog in the sun dog in the sun i am the dog in the sun
9.
felt the wale of a raindrop clinging to greying skies i am vast, i am weather sickened sun, hidden eyes fall with rain soaked lungs hold me out like spiderwebs across the chest i grow i was more for picking thorns in fields of open grass where are the tools to fix this a haze that covers the mind a needle thread the silver that coats your eyes hold me out like spiderwebs across the chest i grow i was more for picking thorns in fields of open grass where are the tools to fix this a haze that covers the mind a needle to thread the silver that coats your eyes where are the tools to fix this a haze that covers the mind we fit together like silver headstone, goodbye i never wanted to be made a fool out loud i never wanted to be buried underground i never wanted to be hold me to the sound i never wanted to be dead hold me out like spiderwebs across the chest i grow i was born for picking thorns in fields of open grass

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released April 13, 2018

Recorded and mixed by Ed Auletta at North End Recording

Mastered by Nick Bolton at Holy Tapes Mastering

Artwork by Thomas Latimer
Layout by Christopher Eustaquio

Hollow-Eyed is:
Ryan Treppedi
Nicholas Sudol
Nicholas Jorgensen
Dan Nagano-Gerace

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Nicholas Jorgensen
Nicholas Sudol
Dan Nagano-Gerace

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