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Whiney

from The Carousel Room by Clidesfeld

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I stick my finger in your wound.
Mucus drained from a retched witch.
Trapped with my own guilt, trained to hate.
Introverted, insecure.
Back me up until I'm sure.
A fill in last resort to entertain.

Alternate light to dim my day.
Reflection stares, I look away.
Attention span contracting for a while.
I can't care if I forget.
I can't forget if I care.
Gratitude in blood, I stand aside.

I have a headache, it's always there.
I have a problem, nobody cares.

Weakened child, forced; betrayed.
Give me your bloody hand and grave.
Hand-woven larvae, splitting well.
Punctual for their test.
Abdomens are all that's left.
Taken to the back, you touch yourself.

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from The Carousel Room, released May 5, 2010
Brandon Sullivan
- words, vocals, guitars, bass, drums, engineering, mixing

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Clidesfeld Minneapolis, Minnesota

Clidesfeld is a project by Brandon Patrick Sullivan. Largely characterized by distortion, tension, and reflection, Clidesfeld is inconsistent in tone and texture.

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