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sad fish man
02:57
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as the comets streak across my face
the tears evaporate into space
the clouds will return, in the morning
this fog in your brain, is a warning
things aren't the same as yesterday
you're slapping your face just to stay awake
your brain is caught in some caution tape
you shouldnt be in the tragedies
chorus;
stupendiously insensitve
an incentive to be irrelevant
cause yer not like the other kids
if they aremice you're an elephant
a vacation to a vacant cove
we're just breaking into a mobile home
there's bullet holes in your overalls
we've learned our lesson in being wrong
carpet bomb your enemies, then blame refugees
its a spit in the face, casted blame on a gentle breeze
chorus
it is bad, for me
it is real, its real for me
oh its real bad, for me
for me its bad and real you'll see
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say lah vee
03:32
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im sorry that, i coudlnt save those organs
if feel so bad, for all the children born there
im sorry you are bald, and all your problems above you
never to get solved, and the small ones catch the bird flu
pure id, unexcused anger, dont assume intent, cause its not your place here
tinfoil mache, covers my brain, a cliche way of staying sane
all the rich ones, kidnap and steal the poor ones
for their organs and hair, so they can then repurpose
their superfluous wealth, they got a dog on every corner
and they're looking out, for any rebellious bastards
the world is burning and i want to piss in the flames
the yellow splashback on my feet, is cowardice and hate
rip the tortoise of his shell, ask him to escape
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mall-wort
04:11
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how can you prove that you're not insane? whats the point anyway?
when you do you're proving, we're all the same
categorized by the words that pass through our brain
heartbreaks are fake
everything you say decides your fate
its all about property
its all about profitting
its all about prophecy's
its all about superiority
hates a word of bitter taste
change is strange
the sun doesn't rise, we just rotate
its a rotating headache when i'm awake
its an elephant in the room when the rest are snakes
its a television from where i view my days
you should go steal, from your local wal-mart (x100000)
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turb you lents
03:19
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as the world drowns at least, everythings mass produced
careless selfishness as it always has, rules the world so cruel
pour your cereal to find, theres no milk again
time heals most wounds but i dont know about this one my friend
turbulence
its on the fence
of metal dents
in your common sense
heartthrobs
are just present tense
her big eyes
luring purposes
our throats are shaking and our tongues are squirming to put ideas in other peoples heads,
more or less i'm lost in thought instead of being all caught up
im watching wrestling because it helps me not hate myself
maybe not help but it gets my mindto somewhere else
youre playing video games
your hairs replaced
its all the same
nothing in the bank (x2)
try twice as hard for half as much
find comfort in, just giving up
so sit around and
brush your teeth
theres nothing new
so go to sleep
week by week
they're getting long
you quit your job and lost your car
all of this
is bringing you down
your plea's for help
are getting loud
arguing loud
our giving cloud
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5. |
ode to jeve
03:33
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they're cutting of the toes man
all the earlobes too
its hard to balance like this
when all the blood leaks through my shoes
another dream to wake up from
cross the desert of my mouth
scrape the mucus of my tongue
and then get up off the couch
chorus;
pitchfork, and horns, adored, and mourned
i think i think too much
too much i think i think
i think too much i think
i think i think too much
immensely insecure
propaganda in my hallways
morbidly unsure
and im crawling towards my calling
another morning is procured
after all my stalling
i will be pure
and im one with nothing
chorus
its the snake that tricked your mother
its the date that took your brother
original sin, is her not starving, a masculine of blaming the other
populism is a fallacy, paradoxical form of prophecy
praise be the demagogue above, your god is satan to me
an identical set of evolutionary accidents
when i hear you talk again i laugh like i did when i was a kid
justify why you are the way you are its just as hard as being alive
being alive is a misnomer, my brothers consciousness left when he did
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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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