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Artist: clipping.
Album: There Existed an Addiction to Blood

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Name: clipping.
Spotify Genres: experimental hip hop, horrorcore, experimental, alternative hip hop
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Release: Clipping. - There Existed An Addiction To Blood
Year: 2019
Genres: Electronic, Hip Hop
Styles: Noise, Experimental, Horrorcore

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LYRICS

A meditation
Turn the lights off
Come on and rock, rock
Back the edge and up to the tip, it's not, not nice
The ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

The surface is just in service of holding the form
Cursed, the shape is still inescapable
Bet it would burn, bet it would hurt
And there's the rub, and the flesh is fine but the fire on skin is not
As it paused, will not get caught up
In the thoughts of whether or not to stop
Before the damage done is irreversible but isn't terminal
Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip

Come on and rock, rock
Back the edge and up to the tip, it's not, not nice
The ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

In earnest, you should let go
Before the damage done is irreversible but isn't terminal
Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip
But then the body could slip
The plastic body busy being a building
Built on the basis of never knowing it's nothing
But what did you do, what did you do
What did she say, she nice but ain't shit
Made a mean bowl of rice and then dipped
And the drip is literal, he's slipping away from the fingertips
He could cripple a man in a minute if a man could have a reason to live

Come on and rock, rock
Back the edge and up to the tip, it's not, not nice
The ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

Shit, the drip is literally slipping away from the fingertips
Cripple a man in a minute if a man could have a reason to live
You would be wrong, along come a longing
Have you waited long enough to just belong to belonging
She laughed at that, right on
Passed out with the light on, pissed off with the pipe on
Light grip on the armchair like a pile-on
Probably get the rhythm in a bygone era
But the bylaws of which must state something of copulation
And can't be "just say fuck" cause there'd be less conversation
Or numb release in the dungarees, just a low beneath
There'd be no appeasing anything, they sit there beautiful
Just simple deeds done simply, no sympathy serving up timpani
No infamy, just a grim repeat to get just what you need
Turn the lights off when you leave

Come on and rock, rock
Back the edge and up to the tip, it's not, not nice
The ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface

Looking over the edge, aim to drop, water screwface
You've been saying you wanted to stop, why don't you take
One more step and let God for what you make
Up in your head, stir the pot, while you lose faith
Shouldn't be so hard to be apart and be a part of ether
Shouldn't need to start a part to be a pardon either
Should be really starting, hard to start, it ain't the part to feature
You are not a body, bodies aren't often heartless creatures

Looking over the edge, ain't the wind, why the jumpscare
You've been saying you're hating this skin, why you stuck there
One more step to the wind and then compare
If it's better to never begin or if there's sun there
Shouldn't be so hard to be apart and be a part of dust
Shouldn't need to start a need to start relieving in the thing you trust
Shouldn't be restarting in evenings until you see a part of crust
You are not a body, you're a metal shell and you can see the rust

Come on and rock, rock
Back the edge and up to the tip, it's not, not nice
The ropes are tight enough to hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose, nothing beneath the surface