1. |
New Year, Old Me
01:08
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begging for a good omen to come alive
changing like the locker room i left behind
complete 180 like i went back in time
open up a gateway to a regular life
i'm praying like i'm faithful
dreaming like a headcase
hoping that this year goes my way
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2. |
Woof Woof Bark Bark Grrr
00:54
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a barking dog ripped me from slumber
i just wanted another hour
buried my face into the covers
i tuned it out, but it got louder
i just want a break like all the time
even when everything goes right
put the dog inside
put the dog inside
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3. |
Passive or Active
00:51
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i haven't pissed anyone off in weeks
does that mean i'm nicer or just softer lately
do i smile more when i bare my teeth
passive or active, i abide by both beliefs
am i standing proud
or hoisted up by string
do i become loud
or scribble out the ink
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4. |
Ukuleles Are Terrible
00:50
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self destruct to beckon love
armor chips and i give up
stomach it and stay in line
sloth and diligence that bind
and i can't even say that's right
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5. |
Get a Load of This Guy!
01:00
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get a load of this guy
he doesn't remember what he wrote down
locking himself inside
just to make something not heard about
get a load of this guy
solid sevens for years, no mozart
passion withers and dies
spends his twenties working at walmart
no future, no slack
you'll stay right where you're at
no luck and no skill
you'll blow up and get killed
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if i had a dollar for every time
a fascist proved me right
i'd have enough cash to clear the national debt
and get my dick sucked by the president
if everyone on earth was american
i'm sure we'd all be idiots
but i'm still more of a patriot
than people who accept the world as is
can't wait until we're criminals
screaming like wounded animals
fucking throw the human race away
can't wait until we're criminals
screaming like wounded animals
fucking throw the human race away
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7. |
Everything's Fine
01:15
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flawed by design
then shoved into the oasis
song of the night
it twitches through the day shift
when everything's fine
self sacrifice
a grave dug in the beaches
stay for a while
and strip away the secrets
when everything's fine
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8. |
Birds
01:11
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soar up above in the morning
pity the birds down below
take to the sky
reaching towards the light
of the sun
now i don't see silver lining
somber and cold, i plateau
fall from the sky
icarus could have died
but i plummet on my own
nosedive as i cry
a fallacy of supremacy
drop down and throw out
brand new altitudes of pure conceit
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9. |
Gold Stars
00:50
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look both ways like someone's watching me
weaponized and warped integrity
gold stars when i realize not to speak out
two times stronger than i used to be
but still losing bar fights easily
throwing elbows to the front of the crowd
shooting stars are comets
but who cares from far away
why am i the same
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10. |
Coffin Emoji
01:16
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i see a picture of dead people
every time i'm online
the rest of us pretend we're
important enough to mind
and every time i hear the news
i wonder how it'd go if i had died
the service held in a church
i was dragged to every time
strangers might remember me
but some would have to lie
the second hand embarrassment
is more than enough to keep me alive
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11. |
Cheesy Song
00:58
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it feels so nice
that i don't have to worry
you wrongly guess that i'm
the best that you can do
and even if you love me
purely out of pity
i'm alright
because i love you too
i just threw up
that last line was so cheesy
i'd hurl up all my intestines
if you suggest
and once you leave
this song will surely kill me
so a death row pardon is my one request
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12. |
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i forgot about you for a while
i never thought it likely
but it shows i'm getting by
nothing i could do but leave behind
countless days of swatting
just one hornet in the hive
what's it like spending every day
congratulating yourself
for having shit for brains
don't reply, i don't care anyway
every day without you
is a day to celebrate
you didn't ask, but i'm feeling great
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13. |
Dead On Arrival
00:57
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marked confidential
but the contents are obsolete
i've got a lot to do
with suffering silently
should i try harder
or just give up entirely
either flight takes me from home
back handed compliments
treat it like it's evident
were we misguided
or did i shake the precedent
a choking victim
without a set of fingerprints
bruises coat his hands and throat
perceived dead on arrival
casket lid covered in scratches
but his nails were overgrown
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14. |
Extra Small
00:49
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oh, never want to go
never want to leave
always want to make you happy
oh, when you're all alone
assumed i'm letting go
forgetting to make you happy
sometimes i wish
i could reach my
fingers through the wall
make the worst of it
feel extra small
changing of the times
struggles amplified
still i try to make you happy
oh, it's only fair to you
that i tell the truth
that i want to make you happy
sometimes i wish
i could reach my
fingers through the wall
make the worst of it
feel extra small
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15. |
Party Stoppers
00:51
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not giving myself an excuse
to become a greasy recluse
but it's justified when you could die
blown off by my friends constantly
even ones that wanna see me
for my sanity, i'll let it slide
some call it social consciousness,
i call it the norm
an extroverted asocialite
jello shots and hookers
makes a fun way to conform
too bad there's no invite to decline
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16. |
Bargain Bin Cheap CD
01:10
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i don't wanna do it
i think it'd be better if i reside
in the hole i grew up with
the dirt coating my eyes
i don't wanna do it
i'm a bargain bin cheap cd
so i'm scratched and i'll skip (skip)
and you don't get to listen to me
hesitant to maintain focus
no reason to keep trying at all
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17. |
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you've got reasons to dislike me
but i've got double for you
you start a fire
and then bitch about the fire
and stand by as you inhale all the fumes
i bet you think that you're blameless
i've seen this movie before
a severe concussion hive mind
kills a pastor in a drive-by
and lets maggots eat the bullet-filled corpse
i don't wanna hear it
i know a thing or two about being mean
but the wicked sleep with no trace of guilt
and the witches you accuse never sleep
i don't wanna hear it
and i mean this with no irony
if you're gonna leave
then commit and fucking leave
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18. |
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i said something way too important
right outside of a tim horton's
slip of the tongue into a prophecy
you took the wheel while i was blinded
listening to punisher and driving
to where neither of us thought we could've reached
i didn't get to talk to dave chappelle
when we saw him in his hometown
but i'd be quite the ingrate if i
wasn't over it by now
i didn't get to see the solstice sky
but i still knew the planets lined up right
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19. |
This Land Is Your Land 2
00:58
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columbus feels like prison
when i think too much about you
my city felt like killing
so it made the national news
i thought you were a sinner
so i didn't shake your hand
if only i knew that this land would be your land
i didn't pay attention
when i couldn't be afraid
i've never been so saddened
by maintaining first place
and by tomorrow i bet
half the world will think it's grand
but the other half would kill me for your land
this land is your land
this land is my land
from california
to the new york islands
from the redwood forest
to the gulf stream waters
this land was made for you and me
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20. |
I Hate Old People
01:06
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millenials are ruining the music industry
but if it pisses off old people,
that's enough for me
i don't mean my grandparents,
because they're not the same
as all the oldheads that bitch
when they witness any change
if you're 27 and you constantly complain
about how technology
ruins life from day to day
you're a stupid old person
in spite of your real age
accept modernity
because there's no way to escape
do you think the cavemen let nostalgia
grab them by the cocks
or did they deal with whiny posers
by beating them with rocks
(i fucking hope so)
accessibility and awareness is good change
that gets mostly overshadowed
by a cynical craze
1984 is just a year upon the grave
for the adaptability of people twice my age
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21. |
Morally Gray
00:57
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i had half a spine, but i lost it
in denial, sometimes out of pocket
i counsel but look who's talking
made my mind up years ago
ongoing morality crisis
delusional new dionysius
discarding what the best advice is
waiting for a leak in the boat
i arrived at careless from depraved
i wish i let my conscience degrade
if i was fine with being terrible
then i wouldn't be miserable
instead i suffered to be morally gray
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22. |
Denial Denial Denial
01:14
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oh i know you tried
but i've just closed my mind
you're not quite the type
i'm lookin for
exclude from the scene
if you don't act like me
i'll keep it so pristine
no dirt of yours
if you fall into place
there will be no mistakes
we'll all be just the same
no pushing forth
we'll always value you
if you would always do
whatever we want you to
when you conform
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23. |
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i didn't remember to write today
so i guess i'll deal with being super late
and improvising lyrics as i go
what's the next line, i don't wanna know
improvising sucks, i wanna end the song
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24. |
Triangle Shirtwaist
00:50
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total lack of summer heat
breaks me down like atrophy
wandering like specters through the steam
burdens pile up like bricks
all the kids with pumped up kicks
are too tired to run away and scream
and i'll burn inside a warehouse if there's pay
but as my hands work the skin is stripped away
i'm not too fond of boredom
but i'll take it over exhaustion any day
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25. |
iBalls
01:11
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it's on my eyelid
maybe infection
whatever the case is, please tap out
burning my eyes off
with lots of eye drops
forcing the tears towards my mouth
i'm squeamish and swelling
unlikely signs of healing
my vision fades a fair amount
sun shining nowhere
perfectly unfair
maybe the worst way to piss about
stung by the hornet
did i deserve it
i wish i had a hint of doubt
i'm squeamish and swelling
unlikely signs of healing
my vision fades a fair amount
i'm squeamish and swelling
unlikely signs of healing
ah, if only i could dig it out
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26. |
Failure
01:14
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i felt like a failure
when i compared myself to you
i was small and selfish
and did what the worms would do
i felt like a failure
when good things happened to you
life was getting harder
and just for me, i assumed
and i believed the worst scenario
idolizing people getting by
woe is me, a tragedy i owned
i refused to see a different side
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27. |
Cement and Plaster
00:54
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time crawling by
i can wait forever
up to my thighs
in cement and plaster
arms to my side
with the grim reminder
there's nothing i can do but nothing
there's nothing i can do but nothing
there's nothing i can do but nothing
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28. |
Locrian Mode
00:54
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if you want me to look good
you're gonna have to lie
if you want a spotless record
i'll cut some holes inside
i don't need to be perfect
but you set the bar too high
i can be worthless
without need to sacrifice
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29. |
Baby Needs His Billions
00:59
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stealing from the peasants
cash out of the system
but when things go wrong you're innocent
baby needs his billions
cheeto fingered martyrs
push the burglars under
find the flaws after exploiting them
baby needs his billions
karma is a bitch
and now all the politicians
are teaming with the people
to torch the corporations
endorsing robber barons
and taking the power away
but you're never gonna get it...
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30. |
Love Without Belief
00:49
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come to think of it
you've got another gift
for a god that
you'll never believe in
you could get the gist
if you glance and squint
at the stained glass
you're pressured to see with
faithless virtues rise
but you're still half right
to the devoted
who think they're special
you don't ask for much
but to love without belief
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31. |
Your Perfect Victim
01:08
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crash the car
burn up all of the bodies inside
i like to be your perfect victim
shred my heart
please forget to apologize
so you can never be forgiven
i don't love you anymore
but at least i'm fine without you
i can't recall what i did
but i'm better off without you
dead on scene
still trying to asphyxiate me
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32. |
Smooth Jazz
00:57
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call up the near casualties
put them in lines for all to see
and my organs drift
to the bottom of me
you're smiling like you always do
as i pray you don't line up too soon
buried in clay
that stays soft when you do
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33. |
33 Again
00:54
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a waste of potential
i've got no right to complain
about what i obtained
a hundred credentials
but my resume is blank
half a handful retained
enzymes warping in the heat
pausing productivity
switching my polarity
all the stars stopped burning bright
or a ceiling spans the sky
either way, the spacemen died
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34. |
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i was told to love my neighbors
but none of us have met
and i think leaving them all alone
is the best it gets
i keep grudges like a virus
latches onto a cell
but there's no risk
if i don't know you that well
i was told to love my neighbors
but they all moved away
and i can't remember
half of their faces or their names
am i missing out
or would i have been too overwhelmed
since there's no risk
if i don't know you that well
parked outside of foreign lights
within proximity
nailing down my doormat
so you never find the key
living inside a one house
gated community
nailing down my doormat
so you never find the key
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35. |
Broken Sewing Machine
01:11
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blood boiling when i ponder a while
but any easy fix is defiled
iron out the wrinkles in my brain
demand an impossibility
fight fire with negativity
letting out what i never contained
i'm so angry all the time
and i can't do shit about it
i can feel a new divide
but my sewing machine's broken
so i watch the prices rise
for a tab i never ordered
when it rains i'll stand outside
losing sleep until it's storming
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36. |
Sexy Harmonica Solo
01:06
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hyperventilating into my harmonica
when things are appropriate i always fuck it up
i think that it's best
if you would stick to someone logical
marking territory by pissing on the parade
perching at the watchtower but sleeping in the shade
you would be impressed
at how i blend with those who have it made
i'm trapped in a lie
i feel like an impostor
i'll just get left behind
and become either lost or dead
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37. |
I Know You Got the Gun
01:06
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i know you got the gun
i know you got the gun, man
put it down and talk to me
i know you got the gun
i know you got the gun, man
check your hostility
it only goes wrong
when if goes off, man
listen to the siren scream
you're alright
you're alright
i know you got the gun
i know you got the gun, man
get a little empty space
i know you got the gun
i know you got the gun, man
look right at the target's face
it only goes wrong
when if goes off, man
wait until the harness breaks
you're alright
you're alright
had you anticipated
being so calculated
it looks like that all went awry
unchecking your aggression
miles away from perfection
don't realize when somebody dies
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38. |
No Response
01:15
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i'm imagining
solemn futures i don't like
tires over glass
it's the most convenient ride
several vacancies
like a strip mall that closed stores one by one
no apologies
if i don't break down my doors, seeing sun
i don't come back for the response
i don't come back for the response
i know it's so uncool of me
i don't come back for the response
i don't come back for the response
until you beg repeatedly
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39. |
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toddler screaming in the toy aisle
take him to the menswear
he'll dress up for days
lighter fluid in the seats of
the church's newest patron
threats of ashes blaze
no one loves you
no one loves you
no one loves you
sure as hell not me
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40. |
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i feel like multi-level marketing
or teaching swears to children
or training someone's dog to bite
i feel like cranking my amps up to ten
at four in the morning
and doing everything that's not right
i feel like spitting on my friends
or laughing at someone crying
or skipping class for half of a year
i feel like waving the confederate flag
in a government building
and taking folders as souvenirs
but i'm not gonna do any of that
because holy shit
no i'm not gonna do any of that
because that would be bad
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41. |
Best Interest
00:50
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ballistic missiles inbound
sported by our protectors
chosen by god and upheld by bureaucracy
pretend to walk on the ground
carried by mindless losers
claim to care but get paid with your hypocrisy
i wanna feel important
i wanna be alive
but it isn't in your best interest
i wanna find an answer
i wanna have my rights
but it isn't in your best interest
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42. |
Smeared On the Walls
00:50
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swing back and forth
do i think i'm special
do i think i'm something that i'm not
smeared on the walls
but the tile is spotless
holding up the mansion that i bought
i can't imagine myself
without appearances deceiving me
am i gaining perspective
or is reality leaving me
don't let me think about it
i'm already so tired as is
where does the real me end
and where does idealism begin
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43. |
TOOOORE MEEEE DOOOOWN
01:02
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i would give you everything
but you took it all instead
i devoted years to you
and still wasn't appreciated
i was lied to by those more foolish than me
i was ready to build you a monument
i was accustomed to trusting endlessly
and it all came to an end
when you tore me down
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44. |
Obama
01:06
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make me into a landmine
bomb me until i'm gay
obama obama obama obama
sing al green at my funeral
no politician gets an a
obama obama obama obama
sexy people are all allowed
to commit war crimes in the middle east
accountability is a thing of the past
success is losing less than half the crowd
kings and traitors on the same team
in a sandcastle that isn't made to last
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45. |
Clown Car Honk Honk
01:20
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bottles chucked at the performers
ten weeks from ten years ago
it's like it's a circus routine
but the clowns are shot down as it goes
pushing the pedestal upward
caught in the rust of the chain
given a ticket for speeding
by a cop in the wrong lane
shit for ink calligraphy in bold
scratch the paint job in fluorescent gold
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46. |
Moving to California
00:54
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should i try moving to california
getting away
since my house is freezing every day
i thought my blood was warmer
but i was wrong
is the boiling air where i belong
i didn't think i was this way
i still don't know what it means
so i'll pack half a bag and worry
and as i thaw from the power outage
inside the fridge
i hope this is how it always is
should i try moving to california
getting away
or does humid air have a bad taste
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47. |
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i want to ignore my responsibilities
until they make me want to cry
i want to feel guilty about doing jack shit
then still get nothing right
i want to make the worst out of my life
and i'll do that by living in my mind
i want to turn to compost upon the floor
of a crowded gathering
i want to broadcast to the populace
i don't do anything
i want to make the worst out of my life
and i'll start by playing this song tonight
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48. |
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i am not a person anymore
i am a traffic light
switching colors to cause death and war
at the worst time
i am not a person anymore
i am a satellite
broadcasting a message to abhor
the metal sky
the high ground is coated in dish soap
can somebody clean me
can somebody push me around
no pitch correction for low notes
can somebody fear me
until i fully shut down
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49. |
Bigot
01:19
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bastardize the marginalized
do you feel safe
when the tables are turned
tell us to be terrified
then call us pussies
when we lose what we earned
and i can't help you
or beg you to stop
cause you'll stop when you die
and i can blame you
but what good is that
when you won't see what's right
when you're a bigot
your funeral is a party
for all of your least favorite ethnicities
when you're a burden
on most of society
dying is the best thing
that you'll ever do for me
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50. |
Instrumental
00:58
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51. |
Runner-Up in a War
00:45
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the summit of the canyon is still below the sea
i'm as lame as i hoped to be
stuck at the precipice now and forever
mounting the stallion with a broken femur
sand inside my sternum but organs fossilized
both hands loosely gripping my knife
baking a sheet cake with a surgical laser
keeping it cool, keeping it together
i don't like it anymore
when i set the bar i dug a cave in the floor
there's no apology
for the runner-up in a war
i don't like it anymore
i'm looking after sheep until my eyes are sore
there's no apology
when everyone loses a war
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52. |
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i am the artist who lives in a river
staring at paint, waiting for it to dry
my palette just blends together
and the murky gray water is left behind
i am a witness to natural wonder
but every canvas is damaged badly
depictions are soaked and disfigured
the subject, if captured, has escaped me
currents try to move me
if i stray too far from shore
the same landscape within my gaze
but off the drawing board
i am the artist who makes nothing ever
quickly losing all supplies down the stream
in an environment that's killer
and will one day start drowning me
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53. |
You're So Stupid!
00:46
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firecracker lit on the dance floor
and everybody thinks it's a game
unsure if the filthy bucket
has water or gasoline
every intervention is so much worse
than hoping that it goes away
were you better off a minute ago
before i wanted to scream
you're so fucking stupid!
you're so fucking stupid!
you're so fucking stupid!
you're all so fucking stupid!
you're so fucking stupid!
you're so fucking stupid!
you're so fucking stupid!
you're all so fucking stupid!
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54. |
Paranoid
00:59
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i'll never fall asleep again
the muscles in my eyelids
increasing friction
a watchtower within the mist
maximum security with
minimum vision
required exhibitionism
insert the microchips
inside my homemade bones
aroused by a lack of control
ingesting the sedatives
and filmed within my home
and they're all watching you
you have a reason to be paranoid
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55. |
The Ballad of Shut Up
01:10
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hearing loss to mute the softly spoken
i'll never be pried open
i'll never make a sound
bank statements of saving don't show starving
a tablet with no carvings
keeps history below ground
you'll understand when i'm older
pack the background neatly into folders
and lock the secrets in
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56. |
Ingrate
01:04
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i'm running out of metaphors
to say i could better
the blessed ground i settled for
is becoming untethered
i sound like an ingrate all the time
but when i'm upset it's no surprise
and i plan on being upset forever
my birth was an anomaly,
i hope i die one too
but there's no prize for melodrama
when it's all you do
i'm always beating a dead horse
and there's no cutting out the source
of all your problems when that source is you
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57. |
Throwing Darts at a Pig
00:57
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throwing darts at a pig
with a bullseye painted on its side
digging into the flesh
for a taste of neglected swine
landed one right in the eye
throwing mud at a painting
that sold for a dollar last year
some call it art but the rest
curse me out through their tears
no one said much 'til it smeared
no one said much 'til it smeared
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58. |
Footballs and Tutus
01:06
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a stark deception of
unwavering confidence
that i believed in thoroughly
a skin-deep persona
a star player on defense
but mines will kill a one man army
i didn't know myself
i failed to recognize the others
ignoring problems so they go away
i didn't want to change
i thought that i was undiscovered
my disguise draws attention to my face
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59. |
Aging Like Milk
00:56
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milking my age
aging like milk
i've seen enough to wisen up
but i'm clueless still
i'm off the walls
so overkill
i'm unaware of what's out there
and hoping i never will
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60. |
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plastic, making it up
when i'm hoisted further above
the companions i avoided to get by
tethered to an illusion
destroyed by artifacts of myself
the vertigo sets in at record heights
i know you are but what am i
when we're a lot alike
i'm reaching in and falling apart
i know you are but what am i
when we're a lot alike
i'm falling apart
when i had stopped i knew that i could start
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61. |
Feel Bad 4 Me :(
01:00
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i am now the greatest of all time
egging on the people below me
no one understands my complex mind
but i think it's obvious
i am now the worst person alive
forcing dogma on the indigenes
obligations to say i'm alright
but i think it's obvious
feel bad for me
feel bad for me
feel bad
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62. |
Salty Water
01:07
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why do i even bother
blindfolded and spinning round and round
sickened by finding patterns
monster under the bed stays on the ground
i could act like i'm above it all
but i'm soaked in the water
that i only saw for salt
i could keep a secret for a while
but is deception worth it
should i go the extra mile
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63. |
Nine Point Five
01:03
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i sometimes wonder if you'd think of me
like i used to
about someone i don't like
would you be proud of me
if it's useless
to squint at feats of this size
i think i'm a 9.5 out of 10
until i'm reflecting from another time
what do you think of me
with some distance
and an unfamiliar life
am i doing okay
am i getting better
or is there something i haven't realized
i think i'm a 9.5 out of 10
until i'm reflecting from another time
maybe if i pretend to hate you
then your disappointment is justified
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64. |
Super Hot Friends
00:53
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i would fight
everyone in the world for you
even though i'd get my ass kicked
every single time
i don't mind
if you think i'm annoying
as long as you find me charming
every once in a while
i don't wanna leave
you could give me twenty grand
i'd grab the money and i'd spend it on you
i don't wanna be
one of your super hot friends
i'd rather be there to attend
every single thing you do
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65. |
I Can Be Alone
00:53
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growing moss across my back
giving bugs a brand new home
making like the great composers
letting myself decompose
air my grievances to floorboards
walking pace for three whole miles
gonna let the opposition
speak for me while i'm on trial
i can be alone
isolate for days on end
i can sit in my filth forever
while i lose all of my friends
i can be alone
do only what's necessary
it would be my whole life
if it wasn't bad for me
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66. |
Pop-Up Book of Phobias
01:05
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i'm scared of everything in my headspace
even if there's no chance it's real
i would be crying 24/7
if i wasn't scared of how i would feel
if i only see what's important
i could be better
but what's the use of reduction
when everything matters
scared of the dark and dentists and girls
and writing something you've heard before
scared of success but also homelessness
and scared by knowing it's an either-or
if i only see what's important
i could be better
but what's the use of reduction
when everything matters
my life is a pop-up book of phobias
and every page turn is a brand new fear
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67. |
Tornado Song
01:00
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chain reaction causing
mass destruction in my
sphere of influence
i will worsen when
given a reason like
guilt from a new offense
when the wind picks up in speed
catching spirals at my feet
i stay motionless
every direction is
a surefire way to be deceased
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68. |
Image of Ambiguity
01:05
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completely incomplete
like an image of ambiguity
i can't identify a single thing
tangled computer wires
starting electrical fires
i can't escape but i can hide
inside a room you didn't check the first time
trying to sleep, distract while i drive
center of attention froze in the spotlight
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69. |
Nice!
00:49
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nicely bumped into by strangers
and shoved around by friends
i'm on my worst behavior
and losing my own scent
becoming the antichrist
nice to meet you
til you realize it's not nice to meet me
it's so good to be lied to
and better to deceive
i can't take my own advice
please be nice to me
even if i'm very mean
please be nice to me
even if i'm very mean
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70. |
I've Done Everything
01:07
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unable to differentiate
myself from you
when you remain a constant
in everything that's new
earth could quickly snap in half
and not a lot would change
my reaction underwhelming
drive over the breaks
i've done everything i wanted to do
and i did it all alone
and i'd do it all again with you
i could live a hundred years tonight
but if i'm your company
the time would fly right by
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71. |
Stop Perceiving Me
01:06
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i'm a little bit tired of the way
i exist as opinions
of every single person
who processes my face
i'm a little bit tired of the way
i'm flawless or i'm helpless
depending on who mentions
the context of my name
stop perceiving me
even if it's done with positivity
i'm okay with being authentic
as long as no one notices it
stop perceiving me
you're probably wrong and going to mislead
give this song a casual stream
then erase it from your memory
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72. |
Uncle Sam
01:11
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|
social insecurity if i choose not to buy
driven because only the wealthy can stay alive
martyrdom for change is just a noble suicide
i can feel the hand of uncle sam pushing me right
half the fortune 500 is slowly killing me
breeding innovation that's exclusive to elites
ignored or turned into a batshit conspiracy
burned like tulsa when there's dissenting success stories
a brainwashed mass of millions
oblivious civilians
trusting a pewter spoon
and grateful for the food
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73. |
Market Value
01:13
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|
sold my integrity at market value
stole a new one but lost it right away
am i too ashamed to have virtue
if there's a beaten path i'll be on my way
studied my beliefs and failed my own exam
cleaned the mirror and it cracked under my hand
am i too stubborn to commit to who i am
the calendar is numbered but i'll never understand
when the timeline went wrong
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74. |
Ahead of Myself
00:54
|
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|
worried about my future
thinking i've passed my golden age
but i'm a shitty little baby
still stuck in the tutorial stage
ahead of myself
when expectations rise
with no concept of time
i sound the alarm
i compare myself
to everyone whose fame
unpredictably came
sooner than mine
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75. |
Prize Inside
01:11
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|
wondering if the world was nicer
would you still be mean
is it in your wretched genes
i'm not too sure if i would prefer
conditioned beliefs
or a natural tendency
how can someone be so wrong
with the utter confidence they do what's right
glitter coating a nuclear bomb
and you still believe that there's a prize inside
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76. |
Cryign
01:11
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|
i hate the feeling of crying so i hold it in
i only sob when i'm sure i fucked up quite a bit
i overflow and pretend i'm unbothered
my body is 99% water
my brain permits all the weakness my body prevents
am i jealous of people who can readily vent
my nervous system making shady offers
my body is 99% water
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77. |
Knife in the Tree
01:00
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somersaulting into a tombstone
putting into motion my fears
if there's a practice to bury the hatchet
that splits me in half, i'm all ears
carvings in the bark grow up with me
questionable maturity
if i were basic, that would be safest
but i stick out like the knife handle
that's stuck in the tree
it's a lot like the start of winter
when you forget how cold it can be
the only difference is i saw the snow
and thought it was my time to freeze
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78. |
Taffy
00:58
|
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|
answering with certainty one moment
doubting my reliability
i have next to no one to cater to
but simple stress seems more fatal to me
and if i could properly worry
i bet that i'd change my view
but for now i'll beg for truth
pulled like taffy in two good directions
meeting in the awful in-between
smothering my face in ugly makeup
so i can look exactly like me
and if i could properly worry
i bet that i'd change my view
but for now i'll beg for truth
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79. |
F***ing Loserrrr
00:46
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|
i wonder what it'd be like
if i would go outside
expand my social sphere beyond
what my fingers can reach
i wonder what i'd do
if i was someone who
was genuinely engaging
enough for fluid speech
but instead i'm a loser
someone who gives off the worst vibes
trudging through a crowd of people
but falling behind
instead i'm a loser
someone who doesn't get around
just floats on by
i'll float on by
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80. |
Far Away From Me
01:01
|
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|
you can go fuck yourself
but i wouldn't wish you pleasure
you can stay so far away from me
but you still make me angry
i want to make you feel
just how mad you make me
you shouldn't stand yourself
if you were someone better
your friends would make you want to leave
if there's a god that hates you
that would be enough
to convince me to believe
every thought of you
deeply sickens me
|
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81. |
Mailing It In
01:13
|
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|
i feel like mailing it in
repeat the same old worn out phrases
this is where i will begin
losing all my steam
i feel like mailing it in
just a blend of vowels and consonants
no deeper meaning within
no deeper than it seems
i thought this is what made me special
i guess that i was wrong
and so i'm mailing it in
face-planting across the finish line
because the race has been spent
losing all my steam
have i been mailing it in
for not only this year but a lifetime
no effort ever given
coasting through the stream
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82. |
Kill the Colony
01:11
|
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|
a field of daisies covered in bees
i want a garden in the city
so it's easy to breathe
i drag my feet through needless pain
energy destroyed as all is drained
with no desire to replace
is it satisfactory
when i kill the colony
even if the outcome
can be argued either way
do i display bravery
when stung by the colony
eternal justification
combined with endless shame
|
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83. |
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magnetic misery
like iron in your blood
you're never shy to donate
or brag to those above
the walls are painted green
they drown out all the white
suppression of your values
when they start switching sides
i should have guessed you would be wrong
can somebody shut the power off
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84. |
Sweaty Lizard
01:02
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|
caked in sweat, body sore
one foul gust of air
could send me to the floor
i will shout loud enough to be tuned out
grimy hair, oily skin
lipids pour through pores
to create my twin
i will shout loud enough to be tuned out
i was told that i was worthless
lumped in with my type
but the saddest part is
the antagonists got it right
i am gross, i'm asleep
i'm a lizard and if i could scream
i would shout loud enough to be tuned out
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85. |
Miniscule Miracle
01:00
|
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|
miracles are usually minuscule
and not what you'd perceive a miracle to be
usually they're in the form of forgiveness
for things you shouldn't be forgiven for quickly
feeling too much guilt is so bittersweet
you feel so bad but not as bad as it could be
where do i get to the junction
where your brain and mine make the real me
|
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86. |
Nobody Likes You
00:54
|
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|
making up excuses to justify
never listening to the other side
tune it all out and become deaf and blind
and wonder why nobody likes you
claim to have the high ground like a star wars scene
break a guideline of your own morality
and derail whenever you need to concede
and wonder why nobody likes you
ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba...
nobody likes you
turn a chorus of groans into a symphony
apply autotune in places it shouldn't be
you could simply dig yourself a hole through concrete
and wonder why nobody likes you
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87. |
2021
01:06
|
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|
completely disconnected
fragmented identity
a marketing disaster
a glitching entity
an off-white colored pencil
a bone-dry waterslide
overly sentimental
but not enough to cry
a fire in the ocean
a breakdown in the choir
a vulgar 3D movie
childish but rated r
a stolen vhs tape
a piss filled water gun
a sold out concert ticket
in 2021
|
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88. |
Gorilla Grip
01:14
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|
the grip is getting stronger
the hands are staying still
and you never let me go
and i hope that you never will
the universe expanding
creates consistently
and if a world exists without you
it's uninhabitable to me
a model of what i could become
has been in my sight all along
if i look away, i never could have stayed
and every color i'd see would be wrong
|
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89. |
The Meeting
01:02
|
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|
i storm out of the meeting
we're all in second place
my arms severed and bleeding
i try to leave the state
god and the devil hate me
on earth i might escape
the gun is without safety
and pointed at my face
my bones try breaking through me
but muscle holds them still
the company can sue me
and i know that it will
a new manmade disaster
the chain reaction starts
with a miniature oil spill
contained in our backyards
we're following the leader
into a new regime
a colorless majority
cheering for the wrong team
so honest that it kills me
so fake that you can't tell
a new candlelight vigil
for those wrongly sent to hell
they ride into the sunset
upon a dashing mare
that's pumped so full of steroids
that its mind is hardly there
i cough into the napkin
that's already stained red
i wish you had my illness
i wish we never met
|
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90. |
Debtor's Prison
01:07
|
|||
|
all-inclusive service
building greed like dirt
kindness blends with silence
so neither is heard anymore
anymore
professionalism
inbreeds social flaws
stuck in debtors' prison
birth certificates in the walls
in the walls
|
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91. |
ROADSICK
00:57
|
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|
road sick in the wind
move me into sin
i'm not that interesting
if i'm aligned
command the naval fleet
to leave the fight
road sick fills the bags
starving kids need the snacks
chewing a hole through
lonely company
water to wine to piss
recycle me
|
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92. |
Dry River
01:11
|
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|
a hundred years of ignorance
the world seems closer to the sun
you claim that this is how it ends
but still raise carbon emissions
accurate blame is still defense
so you're a witch that can't be burned
slouching your shoulders, you're so tense
a symptom of your bad posture
call me naïve, i guess i deserve it
but you didn't even try
for something totally worth it
you tried drying an entire river
so i hope you don't complain
when you can't find any water
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93. |
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|
i thought my life was so messed up
but i turned out alright
i mourned adulthood then grew up
i believed all my lies
i spoke too soon so many times
and i'll do it again
there's a fair chance that i'll be just fine
it's so good being so wrong
my high standard has paid off
and i still have time to sabotage
but i had fucked up far less than i thought
|
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94. |
Identity Theft
00:47
|
|||
|
what if i stopped trying to be me
abandoned individuality
ripped off other people's songs
or got a realistic job
or even forged someone's identity
it's so much harder to be unique
without guilt of trying to copy
but my observable traits
seem like horrible mistakes
and there's so many things i'd rather be
with every crisis of expression
there's a thousand clawing questions
destroying the inside of me
and every time i think about it
i wish the thought was surrounded
by a brain that i've never seen
|
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95. |
Life Is Not a Highway
00:58
|
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|
(life is a highway
i wanna ride it all night long)
exaggerated distance
from all my insecurity
makes me so confused
i crumple up my name tag
and complicate the unity
i found out wasn't true
and now i'm all alone
since no one in my boat
wants me to reach the shore
why am i so defensive
is happiness so new to me
that i kill it for sport
i just want to be unapologetic
instead of being cynical and synthetic
if everyone's a critic
why did i give myself the lowest score
|
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96. |
Horrid Grimace Reflex
00:59
|
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|
i am awful, awfully prepared
for the next disaster
destruction is mastered
horrid grimace reflex when i'm scared
return pain i'm hiding
when the guilt is biting
i think i've done it all before
nothing can surprise me
except for the likely
i am rotten right down to the core
but the earth's mimicry
treats me like i'd treat me
|
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97. |
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|
i blur and unfocus, that's what i care about
i set in motion the things i want to do
and i'm right beside you
i don't wanna talk unless you're talking to me
without a solution, i can't find the way to be
i'm alright with you next to me
|
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98. |
Delete My Number
00:48
|
|||
|
i expect nothing less than
fractures in your spine
you knew we weren't compatible
but didn't quite get why
i'd spare a mirror
so you'd scoff at your first sight
seduction of nostalgia
won't plague my foresight
get the hell away from me
you're one in a hundred
go find millions of your kind
throw the clueless in the street
ten feet from a red light
delete my number
and gouge out my eyes
|
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99. |
Penultimate
00:35
|
|||
100. |
Hundred
02:54
|
|||
|
a hundred years ago
a minute of my time
i prayed my youth away
until it just flew by
i spent it worrying
a selfish spectator
a hundred sounds that i put out
were never heard
and i feel like i could have fallen asleep
since the second of may
and i would wake up tired
but feeling the exact same
and i beg for a reality
but everything feels fake
it's hard to make out any given day
i've seen the world before
and i think i want out
the upsides overwhelm me
but i'm still knocked down
i go from passionate
to the other extreme
my drive is bouncing
inside a pinball machine
and i feel like i could have fallen asleep
since the second of may
a child faced with rights that
should have been taken away
and if times like these feel static to me
then i should be ashamed
far too optimistic when i sang
begging for a good omen to come alive
changing like the locker room i left behind
complete 180 like i went back in time
open up a gateway to a regular life
i'm praying like i'm faithful
dreaming like a headcase
hoping that this year goes my way
|
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Henry Byrne Columbus, Ohio
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