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IIV

Commiserations, I'm the sinner you've always wished for
Funeral parlay esotericisms from the carpet floor
Hello, goodbye, I am a fucking lie
One eyed sooth sayer, worn shoes, faceless fight
Drag myself into a body bag
Crossed off for the beatnik vagabond
Classless and reactless as I walk suit on into a hero's pond
Tin tea, pipe dreams of hills, and fear keep me going on.

What a fool
What a guy
Makes you think
Makes you-

IIV

Hanged man, hangnails, and hoarse lips
Bury me alive in a sordid pile of assorted shit
I'm a gong show misery, spit valve of the symphony
The cautionary tale of Jonah's whale to keep your children clean
And I lost my wisdom before I lost my mind
And I've give up a kingdom for my wasted time
Pocket watch implant, bestill my fist shaped heart
I've been waiting every day since I was born for my life to start.

What a fool
What a joke
Watch me burn
Watch me choke.

Watch me
Kill leads and lords, jumping at the chance to land on my sword
Watch me
Hang from suit and tie, watching crows all take to the sky
Wide awake and bored with blood in my hands
Talking in tongues till I don't understand
If I'm so full of flame why does every day leave me frozen and lame
I've broken the game, my hair stands to heaven
Will I holler a howl or rale at 27?

Now I'm dead to rights, left Satan swaying
Carve my number in your skull till your whole church is praying
Stuff your heaven and fuck your zen
If I could start a million miles away I'd never start again.

Ten little princes, stars in their heads
Half started watching their feet instead
Five little princes smile in the day
Three found new paths and went their own way
Two little princes, one turned and spoke
"Guess this is it" and the two of them broke
One little prince went and bought a new gun
Turned out the lights
And then there were none.

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released October 28, 2018
Written by Brandon Voyeur
Produced and recorded by Nick Smith and Brandon Voyeur

Brandon Voyeur- vocals, bass, violin, trumpet
Nick Smith- synths, beat

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Brandon Voyeur Halifax, Nova Scotia

Art rock, theatre consumed by electricity, something absurd.

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