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Altruist

by Red Apollo

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1.
Prurience 02:29
[instrumental]
2.
Lovegazers 04:44
You are better than a dream because you drain in reality. And you sow sunflower seeds into my aching chest to heal what’s deep inside of me. I am miserable in its merest shape of our sacred space. And the height of my reflectiveness is birthed into a shameful light but you ensnare me with a glimpse yet lovely as each starlit night. But in the end portentous words are just free and bound morphemes and the illusions behind virtuousness are equivalent to our hopes and dreams. Where distance feels like poison but affection like a remedy. "I miss you" is so simple in its syntax but complex in reality.
3.
All I need is consistency but you woke up feeling differently. In this peaceful city with its magical intimacy where your waste of dignity sickens me continuously. Because the harder parts of livelihood are coping with your morbid moods. Are loving with complete devotion. Are living with extremes of love. And promising the world to you within all wayward troubled views means sacrificing permanence though things have lost their former glance.
4.
[Instrumental]
5.
Altruist 05:38
Sometimes I wish we would have stayed strange because every confession was an effort in vain. Yet I believed with an altruist’s mind. I witnessed the schemes and it’s just a lie that an honest tenderness in-between lust would always differ us from being a cheap fuck. And it’s all a lie that we could survive when the crimson pours out but ambitions are high. Between the glimpse of an eye and the lack of perfection is enough room for the painstaking perception that I feel too much of the things that hurt. I am a hopeless altruist in this abhorrent mazed world.
6.
It’s the addiction to your slaving eyes. The great old lie. My lowered life. And what we praise are majestic nights in the eclipse of neon lights. And my love is housed in suburban affection. Death and blood brings us so close to perfection. When the skyline melts in sun ray heat and we fly by time like dandelion seeds. We streak hand in hand through Brooklyn’s streets but speak one word and I will cease simultaneously.
7.
Dissociative 08:52
An elusive occurance in perdition’s shine left me burning vain curtains to see what’s behind. And your surfacing hand reached for my neck to pull me down into the whirling depths of your waving bed. And your self-serving acts frame the assumption that the worst heart of the world does not permit itself to be read. And with every little sting you’ve put inside my flesh I admit that I adored the worst person I’ve ever met. I cherished all illusions deep in your nightmarish eyes. They fed my blooded sympathy until every emotion died and left me yearning continuously for a dethroned love but your malevolent nature abused my trust.
8.
[Instrumental]
9.
My faith in fate is fading with every melancholic constellation among all these infinite possibilities. Our mutualities in love lacked of needful symmetry. And your almond eyes are still filling me with thrilling lust and killing heat but we ended at room temperature like everything surrounding me. And then the rains poured down like our love poured out since you’ve pulled the stones out of heaven’s street.
10.
Love is an antithesis like pregnant nuns. The remnants of a blazing sun. Like rain drops to the dry concrete. The mother of all sacred sons. A city with such lonesome streets filled with lust and driven greed. And all the pain like metro trains rushing down into the rain. The relicts of all ruptured vows like gleamy and like jaded crowns. Between deliverance and all loss repeat the prayer to the cross: "Set free what you love! The desire to feel whole is the worst wish of all!"

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released March 27, 2015

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