Emily, Panic. by Lamon Manuel & Analog(ue) Tape Dispenser Lyrics

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Chest plate like a single playing card vs. nazi paraphernalia in the basement of my favorite bar. no shark tooth rosary or tiger striped crow's feet. no marilyn monroe quotes for men's self-harm jonesing. please. come for the bloodletting. please. stay for the funeral. dowry of family limbs lost to cancer. mine in a cubicle. rock paper midwest girl's lip curl. phone lit boredom. all apologies like trampled swan eggs or for them. adam, i know that look. it's heartpulp in a vacuum. i make it when i wake and spill tooth chum in the bathroom. backwards this play for a cookbook of undetectable poisons: bitch, butterflies, chaos, state lines and a new boyfriend. this is the sound of your organs forming a sleeper cell. one long line of coke. two one-dollar bills. swear choking isn't weird with the right lastborn daughter. wanton stay-at-home father bleeding in the dishwater

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Emily, Panic.”

• Featuring: Lt Headtrip
• Produced: Analog(ue) Tape Dispenser
• Written: Analog(ue) Tape Dispenser, Lamon Manuel
• Release Date: November 21, 2016

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Chest plate like a single playing card vs. nazi paraphernalia in the basement of my favorite bar. no shark tooth rosary or tiger striped crow's feet. no marilyn monroe quotes for men's self-harm jonesing. please. come for the bloodletting. please. stay for the funeral. dowry of family limbs lost to cancer. mine in a cubicle. rock paper midwest girl's lip curl. phone lit boredom. all apologies like trampled swan eggs or for them. adam, i know that look. it's heartpulp in a vacuum. i make it when i wake and spill tooth chum in the bathroom. backwards this play for a cookbook of undetectable poisons: bitch, butterflies, chaos, state lines and a new boyfriend. this is the sound of your organs forming a sleeper cell. one long line of coke. two one-dollar bills. swear choking isn't weird with the right lastborn daughter. wanton stay-at-home father bleeding in the dishwater

Emily, panic. emily, panic
Emily panic. emily, run

Chest plate like a one-stamp passport. spill clockwork blood. my gut's lined for glass hoarding. kink hysteria. all scenarios are worst case. and you don't love her if you wouldn't slash her tires on her birthday. but all i need is faye reagan's first anal interracial scene. all i need is a black girl to listen to cage with me. all i need is a transcontinental bridge and every iphone six to be sweatshop labor-free. hex choir. suicide net pyre. vase shard beeline march of seven-legged spiders. gingerblood pill. black bird gut spill. cutting board right thigh. pound of flesh buzzkill. newly fucking blonde. bonfire done. keep her. never trust a big butt and a bitchy resting face either. cue twitch choreography plume coursing a left hand. she kissed like a guillotine. no concern for where my head lands

Emily, panic. emily, panic
Emily panic. emily, run

Chest plate like a breakup gape experience. pre-delirium fix. first brick of this downcat pyramid. my safe word's a late apology. hers is sober indecision. lacuna churn in my skull. a mouthfucked jehovah's witness is only worth her weight in minutes, indifference & piston stingers if drink, ring & foreplay are all four fingers. come for the at-home tooth removal. maybe stay for the mercy kill. love was rasputin's understudy. nothing between us but a serpent field. p.s. a better bone engraved attempt at coaxing ravens to maybe remain chaste when mike's guts flood the pavement. burn the cities lost for the rotoscope frame trails. they're haunted. hi, i am my weight in blood-matted swan heads. i think my heart's a tesseract for twenty-somethings' saints wood ash, undercuts or russian doll husk yawns scored by razorbacks. attack of the 5'10" woman. no wife to dress my gutting. innards stretched over the next hollowed want like drum skins