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Cruel Spring

by Needle Play

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1.
April Cruels 03:25
2.
you wanna die? get in line nobody cares about your dumb pain what a shame? cry me a river, babe so we can drown in your theatrics we've seen this performance before that's right, your grief is a predictable motif "fuck your everything" is what i would have said when i was dead or rather unborn a treacherous recluse devoid of christ's guiding love so you love drugs? join the fucking club we all wear matching apathy and earn masochistic badges so you transcend? wait till you taste skid row we'll plant your torture garden and we'll watch that shit grow devils in your ear devil in your residence god left this hell hole long ago so we bathe in sin front lines of tireless shame family and friends have been exhausted mother bear, where were you when papa forced my head to his waist? were you washing the blood off my whites? or hanging bleached lies on dancing clotheslines? oh you weak honey-soaked maiden gal what good are those fangs? or mighty roar? when your skull is thicker than your bovine denial we shall forever stay fuck toys
3.
our land is dandy, but unfortunately we have to share it with these fucking oinkers these private swine disguised as do-gooders so we fly through coiled vines of ineffable complexity in search of escape and i want out right fucking now i want out terracotta cunts gather and proliferate leap between molly-coddled narcissism and severe criticism diminishing pride of this corporeal, bodily plane your traditional values are self-defeating long has vanquished the emphasis on the individual here the laughably bizarre can feel dignified assuming their wit is strong and intact applauding oddities
4.
Loss 05:08
i. mother your mother misses you sweet, cattle-fed skykisser strong was the quietus sharp, suffer-filled sentience viscous, injured quanta melt me in cruel spring soothing, cool long dark sloth how you rust and rot our momentos are glorious daggers dipped in grievous ecstasy i am afraid to smile without i am ashamed to laugh with your wraith surely, this must be a lie rewind the same heavenly phases happy holiday tapes i cannot erase ii. lover i i was down on my luck i was all alone i was shooting dope in an abandoned home then you came along and opened my heart you were like some guardian angel or some shit iii. lover ii when you left it was death i could have been an excellent mother to your children i would have shown them love too vast to be fathomed but you cut your heart out for work and crafted a crude kevlar and though it shielded you from panic it leached your exuberance hollow-hearted is not synonymous with resolve sure you wear his flannel collars but you don't wear his character on your person might as well be dead i can't find him anywhere i know i can be hyperbolic i know i can bend the truth to yield a quasi-homeric narrative but with regards to our departure i am innocent of such exaggerations o! how i yearn for those weekend mornings with well-rested tiredness we'd fall into our wholesome cove beneath silk sheets our bodies gliding with ease dancing on blue yarn quilts brief, fractured utterances would allow us to bask in communal absurdity you were my world and with a meager half smile you would provide me with impenetrable armor and brilliant esteem until one mooring you vanished and in your place a frigid anchorite rendering me untouched
5.
OOF 01:36
to the bona fide "thug" with tattoos on his face your vanity gets in the way bury it with your old family name gauge and replace it with hatred and rage because you are a waste and god fucking hates you death is now the only idol you pray to we are but wrath choose to embrace it or you can suck dick and stay insta-famous the choice is yours you may choose to ignore it but we can see through the fake killer horseshit i am the one who haunts you while you're resting i am the grave that waits anxiously empty
6.
you ain't fucking hard, princess of tumblr. here's a tip on how to shoot; grab a pen and pad, aim for anyone else once their blood stains the carpet tiles point that lit shit inward you're gonna wanna sink at least one bullet in your skull before the blue boys show up it's so alarming how easily a five becomes a six good intentions feed bestial worship chat rooms in the far outskirts support the troops dipped my toe in the alt-right? shit, i dove in headfirst with cinder blocks roped to my thighs our tribe is unkind to weak dreamers and boys who play with dolls we'll bludgeon their legs and laugh as they crawl it's not fun and games weakness leaves with pain it's okay to cry as long as no one is watching
7.
Junkie Dunks 03:54
young and dopesick gone the sun dunkin donuts bathroom floor you're on your own now boohoo outside the stall world can wait
8.
arrogant, heretic hang him by his neck in the town square lord knows sheep need scapegoats the punishment for flagrant treachery is public execution treasonous creature may he weep beneath the guillotine sacred are the tenets that provide us with an undying, steadfast resolve arrogant, heretic hang him by his fucking neck the treacherous bastard dangerspeak is innately prone to metastasis so we must act at once eternally tethered are safety and obedience beware, the orators with nuanced stigmatas because sin is irresistible blankets of quiet snowfall hugging your thin frame like skin keep us warm with flesh and blood oceans of wonder and touch outer education is a daunting threat insubordinate discourse is obsolete we control the airwaves he must bleed so we can breath comfortably even the city of god needs its own department of sanitation to ensure the disposal of thought crime
9.
Gurlfck 05:01
wallowing is widow’s work quit referencing the worm food in the dirt-bound hearse you only live for eons in a never-ending sequence of tease and detox i’ve brought thee hydroxy-based offerings and sundried tomato vanity lust in lieu of love this feeble smile blanketing my primeval child darling, i’m all torn up on fine dining ‘shank ho, you really think you can roll with us? with those shoes? and that hair? and those nails? pfffft bitch! keep your broke ass at home you got no business coming your pussy been dry for months and i’m a bad bitch and i squirt when i cum and i’m coming your man’ bad habits die slow and the good leave with haste peasants gaze in wonder and climb over their young for a whiff of my tarnished laundry the world is all empty so the mind fills it in and a ho with no passion is a waste of good skin i’m inclined towards fine wine and a relativistic moral paradigm i seldom feel compelled to amend my methodology and look at how you fawn over me you study while you worship and you take notes, but you cannot grasp whatever i want, whenever i want it because his crotch is coupled to wallet broke is the worst so fuck you and your skankho ugly purse diamonds with no flaws gold all on my person sin and id you won’t understand you’re too basic whore bodies are sacred you wouldn’t know beauty if it fucked you in the mouth pity to be riddled with such unrelenting doubt if you’re looking for a safe space try the afterlife i hear they got bright fucking lights no one wants a basket case with dead skin and bad taste sister, you’re a wreck you’re manure with polish i’m sorry if it hurts but i’m just being fucking honest the consequence of conscience is you suffer with no solace dancing on the monuments that tower over your squalor sure ho’s have no honor but your broke ass is fixed in a harrowing slum where it hurts just to exist
10.
Prison Love 03:26
before they hang men they cover their faces with old pillowcases to erase them you parade in hiding wholesomely abiding i can’t obey cause i cannot behave o! the sun looks gorgeous from the prison today i keep my lover in a french faience vase i’ll join them soon in our unmarked grave

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released June 28, 2019

Cover Art by Scott Ankiewicz

Written by Needle Play

Recorded at Getaway Recordings
Mixed and Mastered by Jay Maas

Featuring Allison Rittweger on vocals
Also featuring Taylor Brown on violin
Jonathan Jaspers on Piano

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