1. |
Caked
03:49
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i’m caked,
i'm caked in it.
a mood that smells like shit.
look sullen in this light
because my smile’s broken.
i’m break,
heartbreaking it.
bereaved family shiv.
slow bleeder gifts his veins
to spare the bright lights
big pain.
i’m sake,
forsaking it.
a mood that’s lunatic.
to be sullen in the light
when the way out
isn’t broken.
i feel joy
in photos with you.
i’d like to smile.
i know my face
is caked in it.
wallflower’s
discomfit.
i’m sad about it,
so sad about it.
won’t destroy
my home about it.
just trying
to prove i’ve smiled.
i’ve learned
the way
out
isn’t broken.
("i feel joy" to "i've learned" refrain)
("i'm caked" to "i'm sake" refrain)
i’m caked,
i'm caked,
i'm caked...
i'm caked in it...
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2. |
Invent Rhino
02:49
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if you see me
wincing for the
hell
of
it,
i’m recalling
all the murders
my mind
commits
on a daily
basis,
it’s…
classified
mind
wickedness.
invent rhinos
to bash through my
loving home
and break all my
loved ones bones.
if you see me,
assuring the
optimist
i can cope with the
darkness…
i
want you
to run and save yourself...
i want you...
i...
i can't…
i'm not crazy.
i’m not crazy...
i
want you
to run and save yourself...
i want you...
i...
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3. |
Massif
03:14
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i get along without you very well.
reports about cologne are
true
to life.
disassociate from an age compelled
to attempt spaceflight
with no love
for what
is yonder.
i get along without you very well
but fear
for my life.
bribes
unchecked
team up
to victimize
wry smiling.
i’m getting pretty chummy
with
hair gel
and practice self-compassion
every
night.
position myself in the middle
of a
massive
massif,
prophylactic
that
overflows.
psychic darkness
drenches backbone.
it’s fine…
it will give me
all of it’s sweet loving.
it’s fine…
still don’t want,
i don’t want,
i don’t want you.
i get along without you very well
and it feels alright.
i
suspect
household
defects
have defined me.
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4. |
Monosyllabic
03:49
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in the morning,
in the morning,
in the morning,
in the morning…
i just don’t know…
i don’t know…
i just don’t know…
i don’t know…
i - i - i - i…
in the morning,
in the morning,
in the morning,
in the morning…
i just don’t know…
i don’t know…
i just don’t know…
i don’t know…
i - i - i - i…
i just don’t know…
i don’t know…
i - i - i - i…
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5. |
Antitorn
03:55
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love a good scare,
ghost nervosa.
sustain spiritual pain,
pain that has been preordained
and I don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind...
subject to grow,
conditioned to
appeal
any trace
of good feels.
C.O.D.,
fun lover's
nine.
and
i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind…
yeah,
i don’t.
unstable ground -
ah -
educates a goddamn
sad mountain,
blow it up,
and
i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind...
yeah,
i don’t.
ah…
hit the backstairs,
pretense threadbare.
mark a meadow
with necrosed
border
lines
and
i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind...
no,
i don’t.
i am torn.
i was born
with a
predisposition
to superstition,
the no hope kind...
indignant pair
fucking up a high chair.
that’s friction
with the kids
and i don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind.
thread gruesome tears.
good looking remains.
captain Baby
torn up for the
dopamine.
and i
don’t mind.
yeah,
i don’t mind.
no,
i don’t.
i don’t
mind…
i am torn (i am torn).
i was born
with a
predisposition
to superstition,
the no hope kind...
i don’t mind
when it looks right through me.
i don’t mind
that the end is looming.
i don’t mind
when it’s all consuming.
i don’t mind…
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6. |
Radiobread
04:17
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sun...
sun...
sun...
sun...
i can't
get you
out of
my head.
sun...
sun...
alone
with the sun.
i can't
get you
out of
my head.
oh,
i was yours.
like oh...
oh, when the lights go down
in the middle of the
sun...
sun...
sun...
sun...
i can't
get you
out of
my head.
sun...
sun...
alone
with the sun.
i can't
get you
out of
my head.
sun...
it's like "sun"...
alone...
with the sun.
oh, when the lights go down
in the middle of the --
i don't need your car,
i don't need your brain,
i don't need your mind...
i don't need your car,
i don't need your brain --
mind.
sun...
sun...
sun...
sun (i just can't leave you)...
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7. |
Facelift
02:34
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"why you talking that, huh?"
"hey,
what do you want, huh?
whatchu want from me, man?"
"huh?"
whatchu wanna talk about, huh?"
"why you looking like that, huh?"
"bruh."
"what do you need, huh?
what do you want, huh?
why you fucking 'round with your brother?"
"get bent."
"bro, me?"
"i don't know."
make me, make me, make me,
better, better,
looking, looking...
better, better, better,
make me, make me,
looking, looking.
make me, make me, make me,
better, better,
looking, looking...
make me!
uh-uh!
"why you talk like that?
uh-huh.
with your mind
and your face?
when you look up at the chaste
like you're crazed."
shame!
gets pissed.
i found him loving the shit
out of monuments.
blasphemy!
what you got under the hood
is not exactly clean.
make me, make me, make me,
better, better,
looking, looking...
better, better, better,
make me, make me,
looking, looking.
make me, make me, make me,
better, better,
looking, looking...
make me, make me, make me,
better, better,
looking, looking...
better, better,
make me, make me,
looking, looking, looking.
make me, make me, make me,
better, better,
looking, looking...
better, better,
make me, make me,
looking, looking, looking, looking.
(pterodactyl screech)
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8. |
Crossboyo
03:22
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oh,
here we go again,
i’ve become a
crossboyo.
guy self-destructing.
gun laws for a
crossboyo.
it’s so exciting
to be alive
and run my mouth off,
forget about the lives
that i affect
and disrespect.
it’s so exciting.
double vision.
run my mouth off
and crash into meridians.
oh, i can’t stay.
i've got aims.
oh,
here we go again,
i’ve become a
crossboyo.
guy self-destructing.
gun laws for a
crossboyo.
and all
I wanna do
is go to sleep
with you,
oh, you.
and i
wanna
be
inside
of thickset dreams,
rolling down
the road...
the road
again
but i can’t
stop!
it’s so exciting
to be alive
and run my mouth off,
forget about the lives
that i affect
and disrespect.
it’s so exciting.
double vision.
run my mouth off
and crash into meridians.
oh, i can’t stay.
i’ve got aims.
crossboyo!
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