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I've got mechanical hands
I have been using them to build a fire
All the bones and the bolts and the sweat up in smoke with the wires
I've been away from my mom
I have been using the angels to call her
From the skulls on the edge of the brains to the dust on the water

I've got a memory of hospital bills
With the blood soaking pages, obscuring the numbers
And a vague premonition you’ll feel what you faked
You can ink what you say, but you want what you take

Oh I've got mechanical eyes
There is a fear of waking up in the night

I've got a fantasy of a disease
As a key, to the key, to the key, to the center
Of the meat from a mind you could put on a plate
You can ink what you say but you want what you take

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from It's Nothing (2016 home recordings), released January 1, 2008

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e.p. hall is the dark folk brainchild of e.p., who constructs emotional haunted houses.

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