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The Prophecy
01:47
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From a distant planet, light years away
In a spaceship flying, through the galaxy
Little dudes with phasers and a bone to pick
You see, this used to be their land
right where we're taking a shit!
And the prophecy foretells of total destruction
Yeah! đĽ and đ to crush!
Oh man, Iâm gonna miss you so much
Oh baby, Iâm gonna miss your touch
And the billionaires canât buy their way out of this!
Oh wait?
Theyâre already dying?
Oh great!
Whatâs the point of us trying?
Itâs too late!
Let âem suffer in violence,
Small violins to the humans
they could of had anything at all!
1-2-3! Wake up and theyâre coming for me!
4-5-6! Don't worry 'bout that crucifix!
7-8-9! Hurry up! Weâre running out of time!
10,000 9/11s almost certain that weâre gonna die!
Sir! The UFOs are leaving Earthâs atmosphereâŚ
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2. |
The Downstairs Neighbor
01:34
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This drywall is paper thin
(My floor is your ceiling)
And I can hear everything youâve
Been whispering
Still breaking hearts
But itâs time to stop
And I CAN believe what she said to you
Cause I heard it from the floor
Ear glued to the downstairs neighbor
Air venting your bad behavior
Oh shit! Sheâs walking up the stairs
Knock knock wonder who is there?
Clap 3 times if youâre ok
(I would help you escape)
Hate to be the one who said I
told you so when I heard those moans
I knew things werenât the same
Eyes locked on the downstairs neighbor
from my bathroom mirror
outside surveillance camera.
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3. |
When You're Done
01:07
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I'm getting by
On one meal a day
Fed the scraps
of wasted time
And everything is fine
Everything feels great
Until I open up my eyes
Where we welcome death and poverty
Greed and good for nothing, spread the seed
Give me all the things that I donât need
And Iâd feel so fantastic I might bleed
The world is on fire, the world is a mess
Just try your best
It'll get better when it's over,
When you're done
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4. |
Hard Drive
01:17
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Takes one to know one
Until on one gets it at all
I'll drive down to the palace
of your mind
Where you keep me
Locked away
You feed me three time a day
You keep your distance
So I do, but the cameras capture
Every pleasured detail of your smile
yeah yeah yeah
Get to the part where we lose touch
Hold grudges, resentment floods duplexes,
Hexes on best friends forgotten and
I can't believe you put up with my blackened lungs exhaling carbon dioxide-rich air flowing out in words to you
Which words to choose?
Suddenly I'm back to where I started now...
I got it!
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5. |
May 15th
01:09
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It's been a 10 whole days
Since everything got fucked up
Again and I'm back to square one
So let's go
back to the 5th of May
Every cell in body wanted to be better for you, I guess it always gets to me
I wanna feel, I wanna feel comfortable in my skin
Without a voice
Without these words
I'm nothing but
A withered turd
And that's what you get when
you mix anxiety, with Monsters
Just a little over a week
and I'm too weak to stop it
Gotta write a song about
Never writing songs again
I guessâŚ
I wanna feel, I wanna feel comfortable in my skin
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6. |
20 Years
01:59
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Wait!
Donât go just yetâŚ
Time is of the essence
Time doesnât forget
Swim into the darkest part of the ocean
With me
How long can you hold your breath this evening?
Take what I have given
And multiply that by 333
Itâs been 20 years and
I ran from you again
My best friend
Weâve got history
and itâs been repeating
Clock it in
No 2 weeks notice,
You donât think that I know this?
You married me
I get down on myself
And you canât stand that shit
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7. |
Give Me A Bone
01:07
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There must be something wrong with me
thereâs just no way it could be you, love
Youâre perfect, donât talk to me
Because Iâm bleeding
From my fucked up skull
So much to see on my own
Whatâs a poor boy to do?
Go fuck this world all alone
Eat a potato
I am your Romeo
Keep all my thoughts to myself
Iâm just a dog give me a bone
There must be something wrong with me
Because youâre obviously
Done with this conversation
Change the station
There's something wrong with the TV
There's just no way it could be static
As comfortable as can be
Because Iâm bleeding
from my fucked up skull
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8. |
Leaving One Last (Time)
01:27
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I ran my fingers through your
long black hair as we passed out on
the floor right by the futon with
our make believe 3D glasses on
You grabbed my heart
You ripped it out and ate it up
You spit it out!
You saved the gristle and doubt!
So now Iâm walking okay
with shredded flesh though this lonely muscle still remains
And so you said I should refrain from
Bleeding out today
But i think that i am feeling just great!
And I want to apologize for
leaving one last time
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9. |
The Scorcher
00:46
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On the way to the store
I found some weed on the ground
Had to load up on snacks
Had to pack the essentials
Had to get the fuck out of town
In the parking lot
There was an undercover cop
He was eye-fucking me from
the jump but I couldn't be bothered
Had to shop
Today...
It's gonna be a scorcher
and tomorrow
Is gonna be torture
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10. |
New Vape
01:22
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I got a new vape
It tastes like heartbreak
pairs well with
caffeine and cakes
I bought a new cape
to fly through concrete
recover and levitate
it's not the patch
It's not the gum
it's not the same
I'm a different person
unless my battery dies
I'm not hurting anyone
and right before the sun goes down
I âflick my Bicâ and bite my lip đ
and float away into oblivion
I gotta focus
stain on my finger
stick with these choices
The harder i push you
the deeper the knife goes
Into your back, oh! (Get it? Tobacco)
I got a new vape
It tastes like heartbreak
Everything i hate
I got a new vape
I gotta move it
Iâm gonna lose it
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11. |
Sink Holes
01:56
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She likes the ocean at night
I can't seem to get it right
Can't seem to wrap my head around it
Lost in a hole that's deep in my soul
(Here it is, here i am, turn it up
Fucking loud!)
Byslexia is Dack
Cages make good playpens
Lost in a place with no time or space
tried to fart, but alas, it was a shartâŚ
(And thatâs when things all fell apart)
Maury Povichâs botched clone ate my balls!
Beyond the Veil is a cool rock shop
Poopy stinky diarrhea farts
Tried to take a shit, only farted.
You're into pronouns yeah.
Let me she/them titties wow!
Crazy they say, made it out anyway.
I catch fish. I cook fish. I eat fish
Lost at sea, in the roots of drowned trees...
Silica debris, lull me to sleep
solids in my sink holes, gasses out my stink holes
The glow is over, why must it end
How moonlight dances on the water.
love is a disease without a cure
Seek truth and reconciliation.
Forever on this downward spiral
Feels like Iâm on the thousandth mile
Life has taken a tremendous toll,
Descending deep into these sink holes.
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