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A Glass Afternoon

from Funeral Noise Exits by Vacant Lights

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"So wipe your boots and burn your books tonight
For now we make this sunless city bleed
You choked on gobs of noxious yellow gas
And clumsily gouged your gristle with glass
In this crimson room your fists still do shake
With transfixed eyes they now all stand corralled
In steel tunnels webbed with red and blue frays
Where their battered and twisted shapes will lay

Burnt surmise
Where words don’t lie
Stare emptily
Into dissenting eyes
August skies
And tattered ties
Segmentally
Cut stories into sighs

Consolations into solace slipstream
A chalice of dreams crunched underfoot
Like a mole in its hole, they shelter inside
A valiant venture, but they can never hide
Just anemic sacks into a chasm
Just leather ragdolls filled with holes
Prance down the road, drunk on bliss
Your afternoons have never been better than this

Burnt surmise
Where words don’t lie
Stare emptily
Into dissenting eyes
Alchemize
Their helpless cries
Now mentally
A time immortalized

Here we have pristine, unsullied fuckface. Watch in curious disgust as his flesh undulates in its vessel like a lava lamp. He is nothing but sex toes and shit tokens. A swollen pimple on the asshole of God. A fragile twig ready to snap. A swollen liver ready to burst. A ticking time bomb primed to explode.

A snakeskin purse carries pieces of you
In spastic pangs of twisted ecstasy
Fissure a face, don’t linger, make them fear
Their bones the only parts remaining here
Your substrate symphony of sliced throat shrieks
Marching over meat, pivoting the plaza
Nylon corpuscles fill a gauzy eye
A spirit to siphon, now watch him die

Burnt surmise
Where words don’t lie
Stare emptily
Into dissenting eyes
Veiled disguise
Can’t fit this size
Eventually
His rancor will soon rise"

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from Funeral Noise Exits, released January 31, 2022

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Vacant Lights Charlotte, North Carolina

Vacant Lights is an experimental rock band formed in 2019 by Jaxon Sain, Owen Mauch, and Jasper Cunningham. Our inspirations include artists like Swans, This Heat, AMM, Kayo Dot, and Coil.

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