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The Ticket That Exploded

from Funeral Noise Exits by Vacant Lights

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“Here we go with fallopian fiddler Fake
Captain Dreamer of the SS Wide Awake
Sheds his skin and bleeds crimson lust
Cockslaps his jaw and reduces it to dust
Useless as cunt bottles and electric shrooms
The boy who cranked a car to suck the fumes
His gossamer descent to drown in the muck
To weave a purple organ and learn to fuck
A din of phrases and coiling smoke
To savor the words that will make him choke
On a trundle of knives he sleeps on his side
Scrying a prism for his silver suicide
A foul burden to cravenly dodge
Toes growing colder in the fire of this lodge
With cancelled eyes he clutches a sphere
That seals the cacophony of screams I still hear

Pricktease promenade: the lies we applaud
Sleepers not yet stirred: silence can be heard
Perennial perdition: soliloquies wafer-thin
Stars burst at the seams: I never dream
I don’t know my carcass from my bed. I don’t know my ass from my elbow. I don’t know shit from fuck. I don’t know grey from black, I don’t know shadow from shame, I don’t know rise from regret, I don’t know thought from terror, I don’t know bliss from blackmail. You don’t know me from indifference. You don’t know me from anyone.

A short likeness like images on a screen
Are the tendrils and spirals of this machine
A symptom of a gouge now rendered dull
Much like the sounds inside of his skull
A row of failures like a broken shrine
Spreading the rot round the rings of his spine
He clings to the words of this bitter verse
Like walking to a river to die of a thirst
Concave and empty like hollowed bones
Is the corpse to which our soul has been sown
Tracing the solace which has been deprived
Sallow somnolent, not even half alive
A halcyon illusion you can barely trust
Erstwhile hope is now brimming with pus
Hang from his neck so he no longer stands
With a brain that shits in his open hands

Pricktease promenade: the lies that we applaud
Sleepers not yet stirred: a silence that can be heard
Perennial perdition: soliloquies wafer-thin
Stars burst at the seams: I never dream
We’ll let him slurp shit from shelter. We’ll make him drink ’til he’s ready to burst, we’ll make him tie his hands behind his back, and we’ll make him piss on his own sheets, we’ll make him count to cunt, while we say: all is well. And we say: everything will be alright.”

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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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