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Born of secrets and floorboard creaks
Under ash that formed to expire
Twisted kneecaps a running relapse
At swamps where a frog croaks of liars
Gnarled limbs of dead trees
Longing to embrace me
And comfort swims in stagnance of sin
As he pulls my shirt up higher

No trespassing signs line the forest side
Of rock walls built to procure
My wet shoes fill the ceramic grooves
As his aggression I must endure
The promise of some trading cards
The buds of his repugnant tongue
The craving of some attention
But it's not what I want

Oh I miss my home
Cut my wrists over every poem
Waiting to hear I'm sorry
The kingdom implored my departing

Returning faces and flakes of silent snow
Replaced speeches in passing
Hydrangeas blue from sulfur
A photo to remember for masses
Their souls inside wooden tombs
Necessity and lethargic
If I'd witnessed this iconoclastic image before
Well maybe I'd forgotten

Oh I miss my home
Cut my wrists over every poem
Waiting to hear I'm sorry
The kingdom implored my departing

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from They Left Us Alone, released February 18, 2017

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Cigarettes and Milk Portland, Oregon

Everyone says my moniker is gross. Cigarettes and Milk is the factual and fictitious project of Waldo Przekop. Which is me. Stories of a kid who hates the system of oppression put in place by a capitalist society. Songs of my deepest internal grief and anxiety. I am emotional, almost none of my music is happy. I am a lo-fidelity musician and I am folk out of the gutter. A blueberry farmer too. ... more

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