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Choke
00:54
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the anthropomorphic manifestation of your sense of ironic detachment wraps a disembodied hand around your throat
i am the proverbial fly on the wall here for the show, here to watch you choke
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2. |
Dead Swans
01:21
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there's a dirty plastic bag buried in the bottom of my heart
there's a dirty plastic bag buried in the belly of every bird in my backyard
down on the buried edge, writ large in red: thank you come again
what do you throw away?
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3. |
Bonehead
01:36
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caustic and callous real life atrocities
nauseous discharge void personality
move to the snare cuz you like the beat
and I dont have to say one fucking thing
you dont / really / care to / much about the words
It's all a look / it's all a ruse
do you ever get sick of being so fucking cool?
I'm not bulletproof
sometimes I get hurt
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4. |
Degree In Design
04:04
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Crowd it in- so close that we can't breathe -
and who needs sympathy when I've got a marching beat - gonna save the world tonight,
I've got a fine art minor, a degree in Design
And when I feel powerless, I paint a still life portrait of Barney the Dinsaur fist fucking John Kelly's dead son over the stars & stripes -
I nailed the shading and the light-
I got the pose just right!
gonna save the world with my degree in Design
I dont wanna fight - I've got a sweet life
nothings gonna change you're not,
neither am I 🙁
it's one-way flight and there's no turning back,
fasten your belts and secure your bag
It's a one way flight and the window is cracked
get your guns, no looking back
cut the tape, burn the track,
burn the tape, cut the track,
I wanna say this off the record
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5. |
Mommy, I'm A Cannibal
02:08
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The TV stops working .
The house becomes a quiet hell,
the smoke alarm makes for
an apocalyptic dinner bell
burn the bread
and bend the tines
eat the forks,
Ill eat knives,
you will drink a corpse reviver.
I will drink the blood of christ
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But I still feel hungry
But I /but i still /feel hollow
There's nothing like
a home cooked meal
There's nothing like
a leap of faith
There's nothing like
the fresh, clean taste,
There's nothing like
the sound as the bones break / as the bones break
Clear the table, clean the plate,
who saved room for more
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6. |
Song 2
01:51
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A star is born against the floor of a 1994 Honda Accord
(a priest, a prostitute, and Pitbull walk into a bar- stop me if you've heard this one before)
Just like a dog dead in the street, says to the crow, "You are what you eat"
Just like a nail hit on the head,
I'm not letting go yet
Is this how you practice healing?
Once again, this time with feeling-
We won't stop until you're bleeding -
This is more than the cold reading
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7. |
Hooks and Loops
01:34
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Romance like a baby bird
falling to the ground,
everytime I kiss your face I lift the funeral shroud
everybody wants to be the toy
I just wanna be controlled
Oh my peferct one rotting one
you tie my throat in knots,
gnawing teeth and thrashing tongue
I just wanna talk-
Body like a whiskey shot.
one is not enough-
tie me up and tie me down
strike while the irons hot
Everybody wants be the controlled,
I just wanna be the toy
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8. |
One Night Only
01:57
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Curl the lips, less smile than teeth,
less song than scream, more fever than dream
left you wanting - now you're haunted- you can't take anymore -left you wanting, now stop talking- fuck I'm getting so bored.
heinous heart, how's the weather?
my head? never better!
should I take as a threat
or your idea of a love letter?
left you wanting - now you're haunted- you can't take anymore -left you wanting, now stop talking- fuck I'm getting so bored.
"Live! Lonely! One night only!"
"Hold me!"
A coward in a fast car, you'll spend your whole life waiting for the perfect moment.
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9. |
Shame
02:25
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Pouring over pages filled with painted rubber faces that i hunt to see
Only in dreams do they speak,
but its never of any real consequence
I wake up once for the last time,
and nothing was the ever same ever since
blood letting, cold sweating,
it's all a timed release
capsule filled with hemlock, broken glass, your dirty body
And if I choose to believe that your hands are clean, why do I still feel the rats of disease
while theyre inside, and reaching for clarity?
Shame, oh god the shame!
What will they think of me, think of me, think of me, think of me?
Laid out on the table, spread to the ribcage
begging the doctor to operate
Shame, Oh god the shame
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10. |
It Looks Just Like Mine
02:38
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We found the cold remains of a counter culture demi-god
floating belly up inside a dirty, shallow drainage pond
we left the bones to rot in a cardboard box near an empty parking lot
Is this what your hometown looks like?
It looks just like mine.
though maybe we're not so far apart.
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clavus Athens, Georgia
SCREAMO MONEY
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