1. |
Pissing Lightning
02:22
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your mother
confesses
her weakness
her guesses
your father
he stresses
about boys
in dresses
don’t you think it’s kinda messed up
they ask me if i was ever beaten
but darling don’t you fess up
pretend that nothing ever happened
cause folded hands only close a single gap
folded hands only close a single gap
when i stand up i go blind
when i lay down i feel fine
color is a sin
don’t sign your name in pen
i wanna wear my brightest socks
color is a sin
don’t sign your name in pen
i wanna wear my brightest socks
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2. |
Bedbugs
03:01
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my teeth became yellow
and your eyeball turned black
so i ran and hid under the drag
while his spine was melting under his back
and i yelled when your nails fell off
didnt know who to tell
yeah i guess im full of it all
just full of myself
but im, im doing well
yeah
debris as a blanket
cornias red like the deep web
debris as a blanket
bones under concrete set
spilled my drink on my lap
dropped the smoke into the drain
and all my friends just call me a rat
but im sure that im sane
so i bulge my pockets
with trinkets and stale trees
and i keep her face in a locket
so that way she'll never leave me
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3. |
Beehive
03:36
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tell me
another bleach soaked joke
send me
another half-assed birthday card
intentions
powered by steam
guess you lost me in the smoke
just admit you never cared for me
and i’m trying too hard trying too hard
caught in green
im ceasing like apnea
garden green
we’re ceasing like apnea
caught in green
i’m ceasing like apnea
garden green
we’re ceasing like apnea
i, i will cry over some amber hued eyes i never had
and i’m content with unconsciousness
i’m content with unconsciousness
i’m content
i’m content with unconsciousness
i’m content, only content
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4. |
Trough
01:09
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5. |
Nine Billion Faced Dice
03:26
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look out the window
what do you see?
parents feeding their kids nicotine and mercury
newspaper garbage
supped from the flesh
spent the wellfare check on spice
they swear they're doing their best
but they don't care
and neither do we
but they don't care
but we let them lead
so take to the streets
set fire to all the babies, baby
so take to the streets
set fire to all the babies, baby
but the other's faces
the way they talk and move
i see myself in phases
a nine billion face, face
but the other's faces
the way they talk and move
i see myself in phases
a nine billion faced dice
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