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Red ribbon
Down my sullen cheek
You said something
About eternity
Come to terms
With my humanity
But I know
It's just a carnal creed
And you can't
Believe in everything
I know
It's not just anything
It's something
I can't contemplate
I lack
The immaculate
Yesterday, my daily bread
Didn't fulfill the high craved in my head
But it loosened strings and it pulled the thread
I wound up tripping on blood and piss
Yesterday, my daily bread
Didn't fulfill the high craved in my head
But it loosened strings and it pulled the thread
I wound up tripping on blood and piss
Swallowing smoke
Enough to hope
That the lungs I keep
Aren't about to choke
Aren't about to break
Aren't about to go
The forever froth of being alone
The foam from the mouth
That I can't comprehend
The moment I saw
The river's end
Some sort of clarity
Deep within
Nothing but space
To feel this again
Yesterday, my daily bread
Didn't fulfill the high craved in my head
But it loosened strings and it pulled the thread
I wound up tripping on blood and piss
Yesterday, my daily bread
Didn't fulfill the high craved in my head
But it loosened strings and it pulled the thread
I wound up tripping on blood and piss
Yesterday, my daily bread
Didn't fulfill the high craved in my head
But it loosened strings and it pulled the thread
I wound up tripping on blood and piss
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Sobriquet
04:13
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When do I start the lose my hair?
When do I want to weep?
I guess I don't care to know
Let me leave
Give me the sobriquet of "I don't wanna stay"
Cause I don't wanna stay
And also fuck my name
Maybe you'll need a tissue when they dig my grave
But if that's the case
Then you're all okay
Live in the dirt
I don't wanna be heard
Never wanna be heard anyway
Off the rails
Love never fails
It never fails anyway
I guess I don't care to know
Let me leave
Give me the sobriquet of "I don't wanna stay"
Cause I don't wanna stay
And also fuck my name
Maybe you'll need a tissue when they dig my grave
But if that's the case
Then you're all okay
Getting hungry, getting tired, getting pretty well minded
I don't know where I'm supposed to go
Getting hungry, getting tired, getting pretty well minded
I don't know where I'm supposed to go
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Ghosts and Spirits
05:10
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We uprooted the cedar
Now there's nothing left to feel for
The barn owl took the rat's nest
I guess I'm fucked if I'm up next
I wrote my stories loosely based on reality
So I might have love if not for discrepancy
It never adds up to fill the gaps
It never was enough to be what I lacked
The stranglehold is a sure way to go
But what you want but you'll always want more.
Lacerated leather strips down the deviant's back
He said he'd be an amputee before he felt that
Now he looks back as a blaspheme
Another shocked man who can't get clean
From the casket filled with a heavy tease
I know I'm just that bastard sinking
It downpoured and we could hear it
Feeling high on ghosts and spirits
Courtesy came tragically
But we needed something clearer
Like a cauldron full of carcinogens
A lung about to live again
Or some insatiable insanity momentarily getting the best of me
Left with this and nothing less
I can't complain about my current lens
I see what I want to see
But I'm trapped beneath something glistening.
Looking out for every threat and weaponized flag
We can't await to pay our dues to a kingdom that's brash
If I hold my own head when I die
Would it be enough to make mama cry
I starved so I could keep my secret stash
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Great Bottom Lake
04:56
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Count me in then drag me out of this hellhole
Stars align and worlds a spin for a chance to swim in the great bottom lake
I'd grow fins just to stay in town for a round of war and a pound of more
I'd explore the waters of the great bottom lake
And There's a feeling
That even I can't quell
I'm not breathing
But gasping in hell
I wanna sink and sink and sink and sink
So I bring myself as offering
To the shore of the finest place
The great bottom lake
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
It's hell on earth and there's a whole lot of fire
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Voyeur
04:18
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Barn burnt down
But it was a cloudy night
No moon to see
Just ashes and smokey kites
A black and white home movie
Somehow fades to gray
If this is entertainment
Then joy must suffocate
I'm a voyeur
Viewing pleasure for pain
I watched death be
Another mistake
I'm a voyeur
Viewing pleasure for pain
I watched death be
Another mistake
There's a whisper in her breath
The cancer of my death
A hallelujah without a sound
A concussion to my crown
And I don't count on anyone
I can't coddle myself
I reached and reached for no one
But felt the magnitude of hell
I'm a voyeur
Viewing pleasure for pain
I watched death be
Another mistake
I'm a voyeur
Viewing pleasure for pain
I watched death be
Another mistake
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6. |
Factory Reset
04:47
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The past is the present
The present is the past
What I counted on counting on
Wasn't something that could last
And we all raised ourselves
Cause no one could do it better
I got so nervous
As he got louder
Factory reset
Maybe I'd forget
That I was your device to be disposed
And every regret
Was only conflict
That wasn't killing me but it was close
Factory reset
Maybe I'd forget
That I was your device to be disposed
And every regret
Was only conflict
That wasn't killing me but it was close
All dirt starts with shit
And we're always walking on it
Trust me, I've trampled for fun
What is anyone but a one?
What is anyone but a one?
What is anyone, what is anyone, what is anyone but a one?
Factory reset
Maybe I'd forget
That I was your device to be disposed
And every regret
Was only conflict
That wasn't killing me but it was close
Factory reset
Maybe I'd forget
That I was your device to be disposed
And every regret
Was only conflict
That wasn't killing me but it was close
Pleasure and power and people and praises
I stood for hours zigzagging your phrases
You looked sicker when you got thin
I wanted to save you but didn't know when
Cross eyes look backwards at your last statement
"Life is a problem and you'll think you can face it
But every basking day is a statement of settlement."
Be rich and prosper
Be rich and you'll want more
Be rich and prosper
Be rich and you'll want more
Factory reset
Maybe I'd forget
That I was your device to be disposed
And every regret
Was only conflict
That wasn't killing me but it was close
Factory reset
Maybe I'd forget
That I was your device to be disposed
And every regret
Was only conflict
That wasn't killing me but it was close
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7. |
Holy Sunday
09:12
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I've seemed to develop an idioglossia
That God himself can't even understand
And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often
I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear
My fingers freeze on the gate and I remind myself to cover them
It's too easy watching people go, well, I don't know where
I don't know where. I don't know where
Hey hey
I could lose it all in a poker game
I get sorrow from everything
That I think could redeem
More than likely
I'll get a chance to humiliate
Myself. You can berate
The actions you see
Holy Sunday
Got a quarter to keep my khakis clean
Got a hand up to keep my praises seen
But I'm so damn sad
And sure, I'm open,
But can I count on myself to recuperate?
God knows I can emaciate
It's starting to show
I've seemed to develop an idioglossia
That God himself can't even understand
And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often
I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear
I've seemed to develop an idioglossia
That God himself can't even understand
And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often
I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear
I'm a Solomon, never satisfied
I always count them, 300 concubines
I strive for some obscure paradise
I feel indifferent to everything in life
I got a vision late last night
Some shadow glistened
It was the Lord's outline
In his glory, he finally revealed that I'm nothing
Then I burnt up on the inside and I cried
In one desperate, last attempt,
I said "Fuck it. God, I'm cursed by karma.
Can you fix it? God, I'm asking can you fix it?"
Then I burnt up on the outside and I died
I burnt up on the outside and I died
I burnt up on the outside and I died
I burnt up on the outside and I died
When I passed away, I got a glimpse of the neighbor.
She said "For fuck's sake, he could've said it clearer."
But I was miles away and didn't even hear her
She wouldn't comprehend anyway
She wouldn't comprehend anyway
For sanity's sake, I always avoid mirrors
It's like an opposite fate, except with way more fear
I'm sure that most can relate, but I wouldn't ever hear about it
Cause I've seemed to develop an idioglossia
That God himself can't even understand
And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often
I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear
I've seemed to develop an idioglossia
That God himself can't even understand
And the trouble I find in my heart cover blinds close often
I've got a way with wanting more than I can bear
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