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Ego
01:19
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I will destroy
everything
we preached.
Don't be afraid,
embrace your
self.
I won't
be the means
I will be an end.
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2. |
Enigma
02:17
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let me swallow you
are you a pill?
are you water?
I'm an addict and I'm thirsty
so fuck with my head
I don't mind really
feed me delusions
play me theatrics
I'll only sit patiently by
deciphering your flight
quiet as a spider
weaving a waiting web
to catch you
rip you apart
put myself in your skin
and dance to your pulse
fit your teeth in my mouth
and grin your smile
slip my hands down your pants
and wear your cum
ill own you -
know you
know you
know everything
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3. |
Noble Suicide
01:38
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she hits the snooze 3x
to delay
the inevitable routine.
[no life! no life! it's a noble-fuckin'-suicide]
...you owe your life to them
she repeats it aloud,
determined to believe.
[no life! no life! it's a noble-fuckin'-suicide]
she reminds herself
of her duties
and bites her tongue back
desperately.
[no life! no life! it's a noble-fuckin'-suicide]
faithfully,
she spits out the blood.
rejects it like the
truth
she wont swallow.
no longer thinking,
no longer loving life,
she laid down her torch
to bear their burden.
she betrays her values,
and demoralizes her self
- her despondence
is their admiration,
their virtue is her sacrifice.
she is the noble suicide
of ethical altruism.
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4. |
The Thread
02:10
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They say it's called the thread
and you, through life, it will lead.
So we can rest our weary heads
and follow blissfully.
Pulling me down-
a body, no more mine, gets dragged around by this leash.
I haven't found myself.
This thread; my bondage. The way it is - isn't for me.
I think I'd rather just be lost,
wandering and still wondering,
than drawn along by this thread.
I'll choose: my own pace, where I tread.
Pluck, haul this thread with me.
Pulling me down-
no more. I won't let my body be restrained by this leash.
I have found out.
I'll drag whatever hand holds this thread. Walk reality.
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5. |
Something Serious
02:14
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I fell in love with my new Russian bride
Mail order happiness, she makes me warm in side
She's Slavic, so hypnotic she makes me feel alright
Until one day she started nagging about the old country
Nah I just don't like her anymore
She looks at blowjobs as a chore
She won't do anal anymore
Now I just don't like her anymore
I thought it would be all chains and whips
She won't even let me touch her goddamn tits
Helga your just not the one for me
Even though I think your so pretty
Let me use my dildobaggins
And finish with an angry dragon
Ha! Ha! Ha!
(Now I just don't like her anymore!)
Nah I just don't like her anymore
She looks at blowjobs as a chore
She won't do anal anymore
Now I just don't like her anymore
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6. |
SideFX
02:00
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sometimes I repeat things in my head
sometimes I repeat things in my head
sOmETimES I rEPEat THings IN mY HEAD.
and I count things, too
like thirty six -
the number of steps in my stair case
or twenty six -
like when I come in from the other side.
just obsessive tendencies like that
LiKe thAT,
like a cat,
I feel compulsion to circle a lap 3x
before before
BEfoRe snuggling down.
cus I'd do them all again,
to keep my mind wedged open,
propped.
I carry groceries
through my door in the same fashion,
propped.
It's like a new perspective
an inside perspective
there's an outward understanding
like, as if,
all life is perspective.
and really,
most really,
it felt sublime to be connected
to anything like that,
LIkE THat,
the cupboard's
empty most of the time.
so I'd do them all again
to keep my mind wedged open,
propped.
I carry groceries
through my door in the same fashion,
propped.
I had no reason not too,
and drugs, they hold the door openlike a perfect gentleman.
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7. |
Joy Division
02:38
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my hand was slipping down your skin,
like grey into black
drifting, finding, fading
its way inside.
I knew better,
but I couldn't stop,
more like - I wouldn't.
you're so like god
and I .. . I'm like a freak.
I just wanted it more
than I feared consequences,
when I looked you in the eyes
I knew that life had perfect.
your short hair sat tussled
and unconcerned
above smokey, knowing eyes.
I hated myself for being human,
for sweating as you glistened.
a dead stare gaze
above syncopated thrusts,
our bitten lips and spit soaked necks,
and Joy Division.
I just wanted it more
than I feared consequences.
when I held you by the throat,
I knew that life had perfect.
Chemically Distorted Mind -
we both know what its like to lose control
and as fucked up as it gets sometimes,
isn't it worth it always still to know ?
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8. |
Terms & Conditions
03:25
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after all,
it's the 21st century and we subsist in a world of extremists: fanatic, apathetic
(you should never just be either, but a bit of both or neither one would
be permissible).
when one's more apt to like and follow life than seek accomplishment out for oneself -
how do you find identity, know who you are?
that must be what makes it so easy to not care when our privacy is compromised.
we hand it away willingly ( I should say enthusiastically )
in ribboned parcels
of narcissistic status updates, ostentatious selfies, and haphazard gasconade.
we don't even know what it is we're giving away.
we disregard the threat swarming above us.
too busy primping for a night of tindering and fapping
to be bothered by wasps stinging with intrusion,
eyes in paintings moving,
tapped bedroom conversations.
it's an arduous task
acting with conscience in a world of approval seekers,
the stop at nothing opportunity takers, and the end justifies the means
personalities.
nobody wants to care that big brother and any others with power (money)
can view/sell/trade/kill us - without looking in our eyes.
but I offer resolution: seek approval from within,
nurture an identity, expand your mind by asking questions.
don't let your eyes caste themselves aside
seek alternatives that don't hide
behind terms & conditions.
take back the sky, take back the wires, take back your lives.
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9. |
Americunt
03:28
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A nation full of corporate greed
A media full of lies it seems
Feeding us full of bullshit and tainted meat.
Filling us full of nasty shit, lSD and cow vomit
How do you even sleep at night?
You believe the world's better with GMOs From companies like monsanto
If you ask me it makes me fucking sick
Who even runs the country?
Figured head for president while CEOs get rich
Republicans afraid of men taking it in the ass
But suck a lobbyist dick without a question ever asked
Democrats aren’t any better, giving cash to my cracked out fucking neighbor
Francis Scott Key got it wrong:
Land of the business man, home of the rich
I cant afford to eat this McDonalds shit
But one question still remains
Who even runs this country? Who even runs this americunt?
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10. |
The Act
02:57
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The Act
that's all I want.
not self deception,
not illusions of acceptance,
the fleeting adoration in
the mob's eye of affection,
not hollow dedications,
not vague reproductions,
discrepant interpretations
that fit majority blessings,
- fuck your facade
give me the do.
value that.
I act for reason
and
I do it for my
self.
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11. |
And You... ?
03:36
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they want you to believe
that they know better,
that as human,
I - is inherently evil,
that faith and majority rule
supersede individual capacity.
they preach that everyone must be equal,
that no individual is above mediocrity,
that complacency is utopia
and that love is a compromise,
they teach that life is a sacrifice
( for their common good ),
that you only exist
as a means to society,
for god and government
for heaven and security
for momentary relief.
and you can act for these lies,
for pageant morality.
you can fear knowing the truth
if, well -
you only ever wanted to believe.
you can reward conformity,
punish ingenuity,
and solemnly act accordingly,
or ...
you can act for your self.
you can think freely
take the responsibility to decide.
you can question everything,
create value from inside ( ! )
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