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Napalm Meth
04:11
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now i've just made so much time to sit around all day and think myself to death,
now i've just made so much time to sit around all day and think myself into a tragic end,
from a place that's spilling out grey and white,
from a terrible creature's mouth and eyes.
my voice is getting old (wasted and worn)
my eyes are growing tired (wasted and worn)
my skin is grey and withering (wasted and worn)
all these jokes are getting so old...
all that we have left is flesh and bone (we breathe alone, we breathe alone)
and most of us were already blind anyway,
most of us were already deaf anyway,
most of us are already getting dumber every day.
most of us are already fuckin' dead anyway.
all that we have left is flesh and bone (we breathe alone, we breathe alone)
we're all drowning in a bucket of piss.
we've been screaming way too long, we've been screaming the same old songs.
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2. |
A Spare Prick
02:35
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convulsing limbs locking down together for the very first time,
just as good as every other night if not better than before,
but all good things come down to a grinding halt and nothing here lasts forever,
i've been letting the demons in for a long long time.
rebuild the fortress walls and don't let anyone in again,
i used to be such a well-adjusted guy.
like a ghost you vanished into the morning light.
i don't value very much of anything anymore.
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Molly
02:31
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i could feel your beating heart but you never kept me warm.
that light i found inside your eyes is no longer fucking on.
you always said you hated sleeping alone.
your absent mind bereft of thoughts to spill forth from your throat,
your dirty nails and blackened lungs, a heart of stone will never float.
this is the end of your life.
this is how you fucking die.
without a word or whisper from your sunken lifeless chest,
you were a whore in life and you will be a whore in death.
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everyone else is doing so well,
i'm stuck digging myself a hole,
i had it all wrong, i've got it all wrong,
i'm digging my way straight to hell.
it's a good thing i don't see my friends, at least i never got the girl.
all this time i been kinda hoping that i was your favourite fucking guy in the world.
i dont need none of your sympathy.
it's just another debt to pay, it's just another war to wage,
i'm just another sucker for a pretty face, and i dont handle rejection well.
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5. |
Black Mood
05:54
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White Moments
03:16
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you're like a cancer. you're like a boring disease.
frothing at the mouth as you scrape across the ground,
dragging your legs behind you like a slug.
peeling away at your greasy two-faced skin,
running out of pointless things to fucking say,
you bare your teeth like a snarling rabid beast,
every time you don't get your own way.
you keep on leeching onto everyone else's lives,
spreading shit, sucking up, turning them into your own.
you're as worthless as a horrible secretion.
like a tumour on my spine you just keep growing, growing and growing.
you never have anything of interest to say anyway,
so sick and tired of telling you to leave me alone and go away.
and now i'm getting so sick of the sound of my own voice.
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7. |
The Serpent Year
04:25
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we peel back the paper to reveal our disgraces,
carved into the walls by the thousands,
she's dragging them down, she's digging them in,
she's digging her claws deep into my skin.
pull all my ribs apart like old bent prison bars,
and welcome yourself into me.
you're just another ejaculated stain on the sheets,
they're all just ejaculated dreams.
all of our colours and all of our shades,
paint pictures of crushing defeat.
now i'm the punchline to every terrible joke and it never gets old.
at least now you've had your laughs.
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Part-Dog
05:16
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woke up in a sweat, called an 0800 line,
a fragile voice came across from the other side,
it's too late for me, i've seen the beasts come running, running,
it's too late for me she said.
cut off our heads and show them to the wolves,
let them lick our wounds, let them lick our wounds.
cut off our hands and feed them to the worms.
they'll be finished soon, they'll be finished soon.
woke up in a sweat again, called an 0800 line,
doctor, why does this keep on happening again and again?
does the man become the beast or the beast become the man?
it's too late for me, she said.
cut off our heads and show them to the wolves,
let them lick our wounds, let them lick our wounds.
cut off our hands and feed them to the worms.
they'll be finished soon, they'll be finished soon.
i've been having these bad dreams,
waking up in the woods with blood on my teeth.
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