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The Clock, The Cross, The City

from S​/​T 7" by Douglas Shields & The X-Factors

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There's this cold wind that blows through my window at night. It pulls on my sheets and reads me my last rites. Says, “This life is finite.” I guess I can't take my time. I saw my old city. Just like I remembered in the old, cold nights of my future. I won't be assaulted by the abyss. It seems so far away, but I can still reach it. The clock is folding in. The cross is twisting. I've got this machine, and it's gone missing. I'm not solid. There's too much space between the atoms that make up my body and my state. I am sullen. I'm sinking in. I'm not afraid of old age, I'm just afraid of what it's doused in. The clock is spinning sheets. The cross is lacking heat. I've got this machine, and it fucking cheats. I'm a spinning boat. Don't know how to swim. I can't find my way into the ocean. I am drowning. The waves keep crashing in from the east and the west and the south. The water keeps filling my mouth. The clock is on fire. The cross has got it lit. I've got this machine and I'm gonna break it.

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from S​/​T 7", released February 14, 2011

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