Mio Mio from Disco by La Petite Mort/Little Death

Yes that might be true. The body sings and speaks and flees,
but it shrinks when the bars contract.
It erases guilt for greed.
My Body.

Wings break out of his dreams.
He smiles at me and how could I say no.
But why would he do that?

Isn't it nice here?
Escape, little organism.

Almost done, now take a run-up.
Someone is going to catch you.

And the seam rips at the first button.
And reveals wings as a flying machine.
The gold covered face fades, as the wings get caught in the trees.


Curses won't get you anywhere.
Let go. You have come so far. Erase the guilt.

How do I know how far I need to go back?
Back. Go Back.

Stand straight!
Open door!
Rub eyes!
Understand the sun.
Let skin heal.
Suppress sickness.
Let it happen.
Let it happen.

A skyscraper collapses (within itself).

• Punk
• Rock
• emo
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• post-punk
• screamo
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