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Piano Boy
03:36
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my head is off balanced
on my hands there are calluses
from smacking skins in other bands
im helping other people make music
my self esteem is plummetting
i make music for nobody
sit in a room and its smoke that i breathe
and all my arguements are empty
chorus
im sorry i cant play piano
my fingers are just way too dumb
im sorry i cant sing falsettos
if i could i would be more handsome
when ya get skinny the girls will think youre pretty again
when things get shitty they'll abandon you like they did
every good night, is just a bad night waiting to happen
every good time, is a bad time, and thats why im not happy
i use that word too much and its because it unfamiliar
everytime i get close it seems to slip through my fingers
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2. |
Seizures
02:17
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im starin into screens, im picking through, and im searching dead bodies
my lungs arent squeaky clean at least i can breath and they arent rotting
my stomaches full again, i got too stoned and ate too much
my eyes are redder than the blood we bleed when we get cut
the ocean used to be a deep darkness that meant nothing to me
all i could remember was the salt from the sea
but it slowly turned into a great memory
of a day on a beach hanging with a girl thats way too pretty for me
chorus
sirens, giving me seizures, in my nightmares
eyelids, growing weaker, but what do i care
id rather be sleepin, scary dreamin, than being conscious
rather be bleeding while im sleepin so i dont feel naseaus
far too pretty for me im not interesting and i so the same stuff
if ya hangout with me it would all be new for a couple of months
until a brain shuts down from being too drunk
i get pulled over the party's gone and i missed all the fun
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3. |
Wadda Do?
02:18
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whats yer deal? at least whats i today?
play another, wonderful game
spit in my face im really driving you insane
or walk away find someone else for the attention you crave
chorus
come for me its comforting
lick my lips they're bloody
climb through dreams, they're nothing
close your eyes before they're melting
whats yer beef? wadda do?
count yer teeth thirty two
floss em right ya keepin em white
sing your songs run along dont be back here tonight
watch me sleeping
give me nothing
nothing but pain
watch me sleeping
give me nothing
wake me up at two
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Stoopin' Low
02:11
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been stealing from my niece so i can buy myself a coffee
been stealin soap from school so i dont feel so dirty
writing songs with the three same chords again
slap a capo and act like i dont notice
chorus
lately i've been stoopin low
im not dead yet i dont hate my friends and im ready to go
been smoking pot because its cold and dull
been stealing butts for my friends with cancerous skulls
ive got a furnace but i cant turn on the heat
dont get vegetables at least i got plenty of lunchmeat to eat
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5. |
Vigilante Justice
02:43
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lets converse and concave heads; viglante justice
woke up didnt make my bed, the couch is where i rest
need to stop lying to everybody, convincing them ill be somebody
so saturday morning i will see the sun and wake up early
chorus
you got what you wanted
i bet it wasnt worth it, was it?
your dreams of nothing
are slowly turning into something
stop acting like you believe a thing your saying for a second
stop treating each other as if you love one another in the back of your heads
taking out the trash every sunday shows im getting older
thank god my mother did it for me, if it got stormy or colder
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Intellect/Instinct
02:11
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mothers house hiatus
no need to thank us
metal is now rust
your brothers skull is dust
intellect over instinct
progress over raw meat
frontal lobe so we can think
dont moan, we've got energy
chorus
over and over and over and over again
sober not sober and sober not sober trends
over and over and over and over again
pulling teeth cutting hair clipping nails until the end
monkey into man
a screen in your hand
full of information
no time for contemplation
a bag of tooth and dirt
your brothers heart is hurt
a mothers tears are shed
a father lays in bed
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Chodus Claremont, New Hampshire
asthma punk
spaz rock
squeetle
pop
the boys in the hood are always hard
come talking that trash we're gonna pull your card
knowing nothing in life but to be legit
don't quote me boy cause i aint said shit
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