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Nitemare Square
04:12
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i'm gonna hang myself in nitemare square
i've overgrown the broken thoughtless stare
i'm just a hairy bag of water
i'm just a scavanger's daughter
hell is only a shell
a supple breath + dispel
i've never not ate pavement
yea i'm coming in clutch
(thank you very much)
i got the lavender burps
i got the menthol sweats
i got two purple nurps
wrapped in a wet baguette
i got the empty fidgits
that's one ginormous midget
sun throat cut
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2. |
Priests On The Nod
01:21
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priests on the nod!
the nod!
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barbara couldn't join the boy's club
o poor barbara
but miss rubin blends all flesh with film
new skin for the cinema
part two will include you
plus a laundry list of quick sickening hip☆s
all she envisioned
was christmas on earth
now she's gonna go rimbaud
caught naked in the time of the assasins
o seasons o chanteaux
part three will include me
plus a paradigm shift
of swift public executions
of any deity that doubted thee
o barbara you blew it
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5. |
Imposter Syndrome, Pt. 2
02:09
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i'm looking at me at you
at me at you at me at me
it's neither nor one in the same
uncanny valley alley way
i've been robbed by an imposter
he's got a gun he's an imposter
don't call the cops cuz
a-c-a-b a-c-a-b you see
i didn't have a dime on me
that bastid's out there wild + free
son of a bitch
i bet he doesn't tip
sucha fucking grump
i bet he voted trump
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6. |
[Heatseek]
01:18
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[instrumental]
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suzy, why are you a creep?
the town's been trapped in backflips.
where'd you lose your last shit?
suzy, why are you a creep?
suzy, why are you a creep?
the hounds are on the prowl now.
you be a good girl, now.
suzy, honey, don't you speak?
suzy, doll, it's been a week
since we've seen your pa and
he couldn't have gone far and
suzy, why are you a creep?
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8. |
Eye Fluids
02:06
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add up the raindrops
subtract the sleet
divide the dawn into
cold teacups each
what are you doing
to my eye fluids?
call my calls got
diverged to the sea
you had a thought
+ then i drew it
sucked up to god
+ then i blew it
i'm obsessed with
webby spectrums
hold the phone this
thing's on repeat
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9. |
Skronk Adonis
01:40
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they call me skronk adonis
don't be shy it's only you + i
we can start talking trouble
end up wasting our time
two souls overthinking
friday night drinking
i'm a creep i need release
you know what i'm thinking
like a virus gung ho for a host
i'm mainly plasma
some loose neutrons
i'm gunning for you with
a throat like a vulture
i'm late to bloom + outta tune
she's the doom unto my gloom
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10. |
The Others
02:00
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i don't like it when the others
notice something that i don't
stick to guns + stab yr brother
grab yr godson by the throat
instill the fear of our creator
every nanosecond lasts
fool us once we'll see you later
fool us twice we'll kick yr ass
i don't like the others
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11. |
Computer Deuce
01:51
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i took an 8-bit shit
+ a pixelated piss
i'm making vaporwaves
in the toilet lookit this
i made a dubstep dookie
everybody cmon
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12. |
Thru Absurdity's Core
02:36
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after we tore thru absurdity's core
we all had a moment to breathe
meaninglessness took on meaningless more
but it no longer caused us to grieve
everything was as it was without fear
pain no longer pained as it were
we hadn't our doubts not a thought insincere
dumb babies swaddled in wet fur
time's on our side & guilt's on the run
we chased the last greedy fiend gone
we each mind our own now a family of one
we needn't those kings &/or pawns
we & us at last no us against them
war sat & diddled his thumbs
this bliss just begun & it sure ain't the end
o imagine what we could get done
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13. |
[Halfbloom]
00:58
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[instrumental]
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14. |
You Ain't Me!
02:04
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15. |
The Ballad Of Sam Girard
04:31
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i'm sam girard
life's pretty hard
just lookit those knuckles babe
stumbling past the smokeshop
with a suitcase in my hand
i ain't got no plan
to be honest i can hardly stand
lost in a knockout ever since
mayweather struck me down
no i ain't yr clown
how'd i wind up in this town
i was born here
trapped in a mental vacancy
almost everywhere i go
i tried to steal the show
now survival's all i know
oh baby
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life is a big dark dim lit hallway
rotting with a lotta love a big distress
i see another person in the dim lit hallway
by the time i reach them it's a big old mess
a lotta times it's troublesome
a lotta times they're dead
a lotta times a mental bullet
gets me in the head
i'm a dumb hound dog with my balls cut off
i'm a spastic little acid tramp
it's a cold cold world that you gotta get used to
my brain is all soggy & damp
honey there's a morningstar at the door
my head is a russian roulette of excuses
bang whiteflag donzo
if i'm going with him i'm taking you with me
fell to the floor my beer & tv dinner did
my brain is a tripe 6 gun solid split
you better pull a budd dwyer there buddy
best get behind my cold shoulder
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