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Heat Ring

from Drip Down by Heat Wrays

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lyrics

Something fell through my letterbox today
A small brown package, containing a ring
I have waited weeks for this day

I saved my coupons with pride
From the backs of cereal boxes
And in the end it all paid off
Because I’ve got a free weekend
And all my hopes are being outperformed

There’s a mystic sense when you’re out in public
Your plastic band radiating heat
Invisible heat
Boiling blood out in the middle of the street

I’m a restless machine waiting
For something good to happen
I saw the Virgin Mary
In a piece of toast

I didn’t believe that I could be saved
My allowance, a pittance of pain
Planting the seed, burning the brain
The plight of the sun-kissed mammals

I awoke from a dream in which I was trying to find my way back
A sightless kid accosted me with urgent ramblings, something about a bomb
I got up to take a pee, head throbbing, the walls came crashing down
I’m spilling out, I’m spilling out
I didn’t want my wife to know

A turd floating in jelly
The apsic dream through which I wade
A felt hammer to the head feels comforting

I hid my hand in my pocket
You’re losing track of threads
Lying awake in vomit
Living but dead

Weeks pass I watch the victim count rise
A military illness, senseless, contrived
Where do you go when the stakes are so high?
(You push them higher)
I got cocky

The most difficult thing
Is the short time we had together
A clumsy one-off in the face of my nemesis
The gift became lost into a storm drain forever

I’m just a boy whose finger got caught
Degloved at the height, ambition cut short
Morphine talking in the back of the ambulance
I asked myself: ‘Could it be a dancing plague?’

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from Drip Down, released January 17, 2024

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