1. |
Steak
03:30
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Sanctity
Enlightenment
Has died and gone somewhere Jim don’t know
Would you shut the fuck up you fucking idiot
You’ve been talking this whole god damn time
Awoke again
An aged friend
To show a way out to so many lost souls
I swear to god I’ll break your phone and shove it down your throat
You fucking animal
A mystery
Freedom to seek
The mind truly knows no one and nothing
God you are so ugly inside and out
How do people get to starve while you feed your fat fucking face
Gawky
Propensity
Somber
Dissociate
Punish
Obstinate
Elephants and donkeys reeking of stasis
Commodify and subjugate
Always new places
Want dinner
Got a reservation
College douches telling me their situations
Tribes exist on the free-range
Hope to choke to on too much aspartame
Nugget to relieve the existential pain
Shoot your guns and fight for social strain
Steak is what I got you
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2. |
Skeleton
01:58
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Fire burns in the depths
Creatures live in the holy water
Idiotic boy
Leave your home to find something better
She can’t sleep anymore
Silence consumes her every savior
Your skeleton is falling
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3. |
Disney Kids
02:17
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These three days are the best of your life
And you’ll never ever see them again
Unfortunately there’s only desolation for you
Oh poor Ryan
You’ll make it through the day
Oh poor Ryan
You’ll groove it in every way
You’re a pretty girl in a pretty world
Nothing can change
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4. |
Fill-It
03:06
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I tried to get up
Making 30k
Kids getting real fat
Chunky at the waist
My can-o-coca-co-lah had no taste
Reality-TV wife
Fake titty billboard at night
No strife
No life
Driving I saw myself in a billboard with people uglier than me
My god
Should I believe you
Should I believe me
Who are those people there
And why do I care
In my reality you are a scattered beast
As am I in the matters of life
Open your mouth
Give me the pay
B.K. knows the truth
“You can have it your way”
All I want is to be whole
Only for one moment that’s all
Forever dreaming in sand
Walking the beach
Trying to hold my mind’s hand
That’s all
I just wanted that
Funeral for fat-man
Golden arch horizon
Status update me bro-dette
The human art of judging and falling apart
A billboard fell on me metaphorically
Lost in the sauce of excess don’t you think
Do you think at all
Right on, right on
Said my shrink
In a closed door meeting with me
Pop some stability in my mouth
Curing the void of need
All I want is to be whole
Only for one moment that’s all
What is truth
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5. |
Crummy Baseball Caps
03:16
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Nothing to fear
Faces stand near
Nothing to fear
Vulnerable veneer
Forget my own past
Nothing lasts
You’re acting like a fool and apparently happiness comes from being a tool
Recourse for avenues of life hollowed out
Did the system break you in half or did you get kicked out
Hateful and small
Building up a wall
Trepid on the course
Nothing lasts
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6. |
Angel's Condominium
03:39
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It’s time for you to take your condominiums back to the angels that gave birth to them on the street floor
No it’s not dead
My god
You were right
When everything you said was lies
My god
Can you come and save me
When my heart is turning to gravy
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Home Entertainment Chicago, Illinois
"The Roaches of Rock n' Roll"
Three piece Space-age Punk outfit
Chicago, IL
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