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civet-wright
civet-wright
38/F Moth Code founder, vocal, guitarist, drummer.
I could be a serpent and whisper the sweetest lies to your ear But instead I chose telling the truth even if it hurts (I can’t get enough of you) There might be something wrong with your **** robot We smelt different things in the same air Six hundred and sixty-six watts (I wish you are the only one who can charge me) Do you still want your deranged **** robot I could be inflatable with your blow, bear I know too well that I get on your **** (1,2,3,4,5,6) How come you never feel tired to play piggyback with your **** robot Join me in this heavy rain, there Shame on me for having human heart and can never hide my heat (Will you come with me in a room without mirrors) You just have to bear it like other many flaws of your **** robot Maybe a robot doesn’t need a **** address with a voice that is higher You should follow me to the pit (Then push me up in every stage) I want to be able to sing to my guitar and declare that I am your **** robot
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Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 1:44 PM UTC
Six **** Robot
All the grotesque grottos sing From the South to East of salt salt sea I am a Hawk with my own soul see Spatial Hawker Janitor Tamer thither me Dawning bell glitching summon dample fy Pro tuning aging murky compunctious twittering Accursed blues strobing my army my mae ***** and Set them free Rodent Civet made Echo solidly
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
Heavy Ruin
Please don’t be allergic to this song But your interruption of sound is the only thing I own Every master piece I quote All stars’ greatest tone Won’t be worthwhile if I can’t make you a home Kiss your velvety skin every dawn Fly to me may wings grow on you my little goat The only way to stop me pine for you my little goat Sing to me when war machine is dying my little goat The only way to stop me cry for you is to love this world
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Little Goat
I am a boy named Tony My girlfriend's name is Beaty She doesn't allow me to sing She think my guitar playing has no feeling I just want to write her love melody If the world is not so ruined My Beaty is a bit undereducated I blame for her childhood and family I will show her all the words with love and meaning Until she become my favourite poet
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:37 PM UTC
Wake Up Beaty
Why the Hell I have to be sadly horribly lonely sung a song not about you unaccompanied my **** metal baby **** When we both can not be amused by eternal wisdom crystallization of every minimum substance's emotion break? I became my own wisperer, who shall never be anyone else's tool of *** and God. I am going to open up before one's eyes the juke box of my love, by singing my false blues to all the inflatable dolls wah wah. Hit it honey play the rest of behalf, me! 6 notes rapidly with every snore piece let me be your eccentric fantasy. Come on keep pretending that you're just a poverty of thought. You ain’t gonna fool me my white cocoa weld me and wolf in the dark.
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
False Blues
After you crush and partook my humours A feeling station has built for doomers Named it after your dead corse cuticular Opposite to their black church for stumer Where Inferno requiem strum for whoever All about our transgressions watched by zoomer Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth You play sympathy for the devil So I am flibbertigibbet as usual Whose birth was foretold Who own merfolks griffon Wherefore good well has burnt the evil I want you best mine own old-old Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth Nay alas thee sayeth, Nay alas thee sayeth
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
Feeling Station
Mine own joybringer moon ambler Mine own figure is thy company per purr Thee madeth me a humour addeth loveth abler Saveth thy ardor banter to me thy emotion banker Beest mine own forever pricketh spur
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
Singeth Thy *****
I want our loneliness be tie up I want to blind your meaningless with my love I want to spread my sense on your skin I want to inhale your breath with feelings I want to rope you on my possessed words I want to **** your melody with soap box bold I want to tape you moaning I want to film you trembling I want to put spell all over your body I want to fable up your bloodiest
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 1:31 PM UTC
Mr. Echo
Iron man with his chessmen Reinvent heretics for God's sake Rational excuse aforesaid Iron man with his chessmen Wild flowers dancing to salute them Drinking the blood after the game Let me cherish thee this time Never bartered you with victorious rime Let me consecrate individuals with my light You are your own conducting mind
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
Iron Man & His Chessboard
Your heart is living in my pulse Like the chronicler beneath The thousands of whirligig Rocky pony necks me As how the God of time piece Treasured a tear of grass
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
Rocky Pony